Five

CHAPTER 5

IRENE'S POV

I froze, my heartbeats slowing like they’d been moulded and dropped against the ground making shattering noises.

I shouldn't feel this way right? Since I wasn't tied down to the contract.

That wasn't the case here, I felt every pain that came with having your heart broken and the fact was I didn't know why.

Maybe it was because deep down I demanded a kind of loyalty from him, I expected that he treated me justly the way I had with over over the last one month.

I stood there at a spot, I could feel every pain that came from my heart and soul as my body quaked.

One hand clutched my chest, perhaps you stop my heart from fall right through chest, the other muffling my lips from actually screaming out his name.

The anger and disappointment were like a leash around me that kept me from taking another step.

My breath stopped for a minute, and when it started again I felt the need to leave that spot, I couldn't do it anyone.

As I turned, I bumped into a vase that had been behind me all this while, sending a shattering noise through the garden.

I could have groaned if I had the air to do so, but every air in me were burnt up in the state that I was in.

They turned to look in the direction where I was, his dark eyes piercing into my soul like the devil he was.

I didn't wait to see any of it…I wouldn't .

All I did was turn and made my out of the garden.

I didn't wait to see if there would be remorse in his eyes bit I could hear him calling out at my name through the pitch darkness that had enveloped me.

My heart though shattered did most of the thinking my brain would,it was the most sensitive part of me but at this time it obviousky didn’t count.

Goose bumps rose on my skin as his voice calling after me with gravelly tone ran the length with me through my soul.

I could feel the anxiety travelling the nape of my neck before trailing down my spine to my heavy legs.

Al I could do was try and reach the car before he did,I couldn't bear the thought of having him look into my eyes or look at me with that darkness.

I had to get away from here…you I thought to my self.

All through that while my phone had been ringing with James calling over and over.

"Where do you want to go to ma'am?" The chauffeur turned and asked.

He was risking everything by being loyal to me for just that moment, but anyone seeing me that moment would have that humanly affection.

"Just take my anywhere."

He tilted his cap looking at the rear view mirror for a minute before driving away.

At that moment I wouldn't mind being driven to the end of the world.

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With half-lidded eyes and a hazy mind, I took a moment to comprehend everything. I blinked, trying to clear my head but I couldn't shake away the feeling I had in my mind.

The chauffeur stopped in front of a pub and as soon as I had walked he drove away to find The Boss as he was called.

“Do you have a lighter?” I asked the bartender while taking a pack of cigarettes from my bag.

He slid one across the table and pointed at the sign beside where I was with a No Smoking sign adoring the wall.

"You would have to pay for a sitting spot before you can.''

I walked toward a table at the far end of the room, and soon with the metallic clink of a Zippo lighter the mesmerizing glow of a flame flickers in the darkness I was wallowing in.

I don't smoke regularly bit only on rare occasions like this, so I lit the cigarette, as I puffed slowly so I

didn’t cough and come off as a rookie once again.

"I don't take you as a smoker."

A soft laugh escaped me as I recognized the voice, who would.

With a pensive stare, he pulled out a chair and sat at the table.

"Are you stalking me?" I asked without looking into his face.

"Well I wish I could, I am only seeing you after that time we had together " he said on purpose.

I guess he was pointing out at the fact that I had not called all this long while.

"Drinks?" I shook my head and soon we had drinks over the table.

As the second cup settled, I was becoming tipsy and could exchange my next cup for water.

I guess the nicotine must have been mixing with the alcohol in my system. Or maybe I was just drunk on something different before now.

Spinning around, I leveled my gaze on him. " Sorry for not calling, I lost your number. ”

"Yeah I know?''

" You do?"

" Well let us just say the waiter called me when you forgot to take your purse and asked that you come get it.

I could remember the purse he was talking about, until now I had searched everywhere around for it but had not seen it.

"Do you have it?"

"Yeah."

"Will come get it one of these days.'

He leaned against the table, his gaze sparking with a feeling so anonymous.

“Why are you drinking?"

'Why am I drinking?' I repeated, a frown pulling on my lips.

“I don't want to talk about it. "

His expression darkened around the edges. I didn’t know why but I could see a look of pity in his eyes.

He pitied me, perhaps he thought I was a loner in the world.

The smile drifted away into the wind.

His tone was soft and subtle. “You don't deserve to be sad."

Running on impulse my hands reached to his chin as I leaned toward him in my drunken state.

He pushed himself toward me as well…

The tone in the room is light and sexually charged.