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3 - Heartbreak Anniversary

As punctual as always, the doorbell in my hotel room rang at exactly seven in the evening. I opened the door and put on a big smile as I saw this man standing in front of me.  Siegfried Cohen. My righteous longtime boyfriend for seven years is finally ready to get laid with me. I stared at his perfect physique. His natural blonde hair that compliments his perfectly tanned skin always makes me aroused.

He is wearing his tuxedo that carves every muscle he has. He is as composed as ever. He is the perfect example of a gentleman. Since he hasn't popped out the question yet, he is considered one of the hottest bachelors of their batch, and rumors speculate that he is the only virgin left in the accounting department of their prestigious company.

Damn right! He is one hell of a virgin. Thanks to his moral standards. My eyebrows frowned a bit at the thought of it. 

My mood suddenly changed, "But tonight I am changing the history. I will be the first and last woman who will make this gentle accountant groan like a jackass," I swore to myself.

My lips smile wide as he approaches me. He examines me from head to foot. After that, he gives me a peck on my cheek. His eyes lowered on my big bosom and I saw him gulp before starting a conversation, "You look– ",

"–Stunningly gorgeous?" I interrupted him before he could finish his sentence while throwing myself at him, intentionally brushing my breast into his hard wide chest. His arms welcomed me hesitantly and his face looks stunned.

After realizing what I've done, he distanced himself a bit, "Woah love! You are so revved up tonight."

He unlinked my arms and fixed his dress. He touched my cheeks and smiled at me, "Come on, I have something for you."

Not wanting to ruin the night, I let his no-to-physical-touch-act pass and follow him quietly until we reach the elevator. As the door closes, dirty thoughts automatically play in my mind. Instantly, I saw sexual images of Sied and me making out in this elevator.

A feeling of excitement strikes my heart. My contemplation grows continuously.

Like the one I've seen from various American series and movies, this is the moment where the guy will suddenly jump at the girl and kiss her passionately. I tuck my hair behind my ear and expose my pale neck in front of him. I gulp as I imagine my ever-loving boyfriend doing this kind of thing to me. I can clearly see myself hesitant at first but then give up as I feel Sied's lips sucking my breast. Oh, what a fiery imagination I have! 

Just thinking about it gives a tingling sensation all over my body. I smiled unconsciously causing him to question my actions, "You seem so happy and excited tonight, love!" 

He said in a calm but questioning voice. Who wouldn't be? This night is the night!

I lean my back on the side of the elevator across from him. I arch my body a little bit causing my dress to expose my breast and my curve. He peeks a glimpse of my breast but removes it immediately. He isn't that immune to my charisma. Shall we test the water? 

I will test the water!

I walk towards him sexily and sensually utter these words to his ears, "You know what babe, I think an elevator ride is good for our first love scene, don't you think?"

He instantly takes a step back as I reach for his lips, "Avery Anderson, watch your words..." he paused and continued, " –and your actions please!" he exclaimed as he pants heavily.

He always calls me by my full name whenever the situation is getting inconvenient for him. Oh, fuck! Hell right, I make him feel inconvenient! Me and my sexy actions! The vibe has now changed.

"That's Ava for you, Grandpa!", I snapped and moved away from him. Seeing how he reacts reminded me why he is still a virgin. No matter how many times I tempt him, he always blocks it. He always gets what he wants and I am always the loser. Why the hell couldn't he compromise the way I did? My lips twitched. I could see him looking at me but I don't give a damn anymore. The perfect night as I imagine it is finally ruined. I am trying to hold back the tears of rejection. I need to at least survive this night for the sake of our 7th anniversary.

***

I find myself sitting in front of this insensitive man. Trying to survive the night, I remained silent and avoided small talks. All I could hear from his mouth are corporate terms in which I am not interested at all. Blah! Blah! Blah!

My heart still hurts because I was rejected during an intense elevator ride. I focused on eating my food which he apparently ordered for me. The food is indeed exquisite but my taste buds want something different; different from this grassy, healthy vegan salad I am eating.

I raised my hands and a waiter attended to our table.

The waiter greeted me with a smile, "How may I help you?" he asked in Czech. Sied raised his head and momentarily stopped from eating. I sense some trouble and I think I will not like whatever will come out of his mouth. Despite his gentleman image, he can be an asshole sometimes. Allow me to correct myself, most of the time, especially in times like this, with poor people like this. I just closed my eyes and tighten my grip on the fork I'm holding.

"I believe it's obvious we are Americans. Maybe you could give us a little courtesy by speaking our language?" he complained to this poor waiter. His voice and his words resound to my ear. The waiter immediately apologized to him and switched his attention to me, "I am sorry Ma'am, what can I do for you?" 

His voice is shaking with his not-so-perfect English accent. He did his best. Poor thing. I gave Sied a harsh look and sighed. I faced the waiter and said, "Mohl byste mi prosím dát nějaké maso a ne jen trochu koňského jídla? Také bych chtěl dvě sklenice červeného vína."

He put out his pen and took down my order. Then he offered something from their bestselling meat selection. As the waiter left us, Sied confronted me while he put his arms crossed in front of him, "Don't you like what I ordered for you? I chose it because it would be good for you? And what's that all about? You made me look like a fool in front of him."

He is very furious. Serves you right, Grandpa!

I rested my back on the chair. I rolled my eyes at him, "Then stop being an ass. You know how to speak Czech, so why don't you show him some courtesy," I burst out in anger. "And will you please speak their language since you are in the Czech Republic, genius?", I insulted him.

He shrugs his shoulder and shakes his head in disarray, "Why do we always have to argue about everything Avery?"

"Ava!" I butt in and continue with my sarcasm.

"Fine, Ava." He gives in.

Then open his mouth and continue with his nonsense talk,

"What about the food? And the wine? If you want some, you should have just told me, I should have just order for the two of us once we get back to our hotel room."

His tone is reaching its peak.

"Oh really? The last time I check I am on the fifth floor and you are on the seventh!", I said sarcastically. "Would you please explain to me why the hell are we staying in separate rooms even though we have been a couple for seven years?" my voice raised loud enough to catch the attention of the neighboring tables. My voice battles the clanking of utensils from the other side of the restaurant. I don't give a shit, though. My face remains stiff and my attention is only focused on this exasperating man sitting in front of me like an upright demi-god oozing with arrogance.

He remained silent and looked down clenching his fist. The tension between the two of us halted when the waiter arrived with two glasses of red wine. He noticed the unyielding vibes so he immediately withdrew his presence after he informed me that my order will arrive in 10 minutes. The silence took over, so does anger. The supposed special night became an enraged battle between the two sexes. Out of frustration, I straightly gulped the first glass of wine like a crazy woman yearning for alcohol. As I was about to reach for the second glass, Sied grabbed my hand intensely that seemed fairly like a warning.

"Will you slow down? What would people think if you drink like that?" he said with a strong remark in his voice. I don't understand why his gesture felt like he is more concerned of my our image, his image than my feelings and my whole being. It has always been like this. He is really starting to get under my skin. I aggressively removed his hand from mine and snatched the glass of wine, "It is just a wine for fuck's sake, Siegfried!"

I sulkily put down the wine glass on the table.

"Language!", his voice has gotten stronger and firmer.

"I don't fucking care what they think. And the only grumpy one here is you, Siegfried! When will you give me a decent meal where I can choose what I want to eat?" this guy hit the ceiling. The perfect night that I've been dreaming of has now shattered into pieces. My world has just crumbled thanks to this dimwit.

His face looked stunned. I know he has a lot to say but he chose to remain silent. Good decision Siegfried! Because if you open your mouth again, I promise you, this so-called anniversary will become a funeral for a dead love story of two broken hearts. Though I am trying my best to facade a strong woman, my chest is starting to pound.

I never cried in front of Sied or in front of anyone; and I don't have plans to break it, not now, not ever.

So I took my leave and before going out of the restaurant, I instructed the waiter to have the food delivered to my room. Right there and then, I left this fancy restaurant alone. I never look back in his direction. I never want to see what he looks like.

Right now, all I want is to go back to my room and cry.

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