Chapter 2: Unexpected Encounter

Sydney McCarthney's Point of View

I was swaying my hips while keeping up with the rhythm of the music. I was dancing like a whore and I can feel that I was free. However after this night everything will be back to reality. I'm getting married to someone I don't love and that's reality.

The beat of the music was too loud. I stopped dancing when I felt someone grab my waist. I removed his hand in disgust. I faced him and immediately slapped him in the face.

"Asshole!"

I gave him a sharp look but he just gave me a devilish smile as if he has an evil plan.

"Jerk!" I said that before I leave him in the dance floor.

I returned to the counter full of irritation. I immediately ordered another drink. I know I'm a bit drunk but I can handle myself.

Cassidy is with me but I can't find where she is. I don't know where she went, and where she is now.

But even if she's not here now, I can go home. I can still drive even I'm drunk..

I stopped drinking when I felt someone sitting in the seat next to me. I looked at him and saw how sad he was.

Maybe something happened to him.

"Do you have a problem?" I asked him.

He just looked at me and frowned. He ignored me instead he just ordered a hard drink.

I just shrugged and ignored him. He must be greatful because I asked and I want to make him feel better despite my problem.

I fully thought that he would not speak anymore but I was surprised when he suddenly spoke.

"Do you know that feeling that you are going to get married but not to the person you want?"

He laughed bitterly. "I mean you're getting married because that is what your grandfather's wish."

We have the same situation. But him, was his grandfather's request and mine was my parents choice because of the company.

"Are you here?" I asked him.

He nodded in response. "Because of that fixed marraige, my girlfriend and I broke up."

"I feel you," I said to him.

"But we're different because I'm getting married to someone I've never met and I don't have a boyfriend. I didn't agree to it but I had no choice," I added as I looked away from him.

He didn't speak yet so I asked again.

"How many years have you and your girlfriend been in a relationship?"

I was not disappointed because I immediately got an answer from him. "It's been four years."

"And in those four years you had no intention of asking her to marry you? I mean you love her right?" I asked him again.

He was quiet at what I said. Maybe I offended him. I was about to apologize but his answer stopped me.

"And I regret for not doing that. If I could turn back the time, I will ask her to marry me," he said with regret in his tone.

"Why do you ask to go back to the past when you can now... you still have time to go back," I advised to him.

But my eyes widened when he replied on my statement. My eyes widen while I'm looking at him, I felt pity and sadness towards him.

"She's gone already."

"Yesterday he found out that I'm getting married and when I chased after him I saw how he got hit by a car. I blame myself for what happened. His family hates me and doesn't want me to show him..."

"I'm really sorry for your loss." I tapped his back to comfort him. This man is really broke inside and outside. It'a traumatic for him to see how his love once died. My problem is nothing compared to his problems.

"I can be your pillow tonight. You can cry and tell your problem," I added.

He shook his head continously as he gave space between us. "I can't."

I nodded my head as response.

"I'm sorry, lady but I have to go," he said as he left me in the bar counter.

I heaved a sigh.

Maybe he will go to the girl he loves. He feels sad because the person he loved so much died. I am annoyed with the woman who will marry him because why did she agree to marry that person? Does he not know that the person she is supposed to marry has a girlfriend?

Look what she've done, the woman died.

I just shook my head and continued drinking. I also had a few shots of tequila before I stopped drinking. I stood up from sitting but I almost fell due to the rotation of my vision. I slowly closed my eyes because of the dizziness. I was also holding on to my seat earlier.

If I couldn't hear the music before, now I feel like I want to break all their music systems, but I can't do that because I might get complained about it.

I felt someone grab my shoulder. His smell was so familiar that I slowly opened my eyes.

It was him, that man I was talking to earlier. Did he come back? Or did he really leave?

"Are you alright?" he asked. His voice was so soft in my ears it fells like a lullaby music.

Gad! Stop that Sydney!

I shook my head.

"My head hurts and I feel diziness," I said honestly.

"You must be that drunk. I will head you off to your house," he uttered

He helped me out of the bar. He kept holding my shoulder and waist and I just let it go because I knew he was unharmed.

With his arms I feel safe.

When we got out of the bar, he asked me where my car was but I couldn't answer because my head was so heavy. I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

"I-I w-wouldn't be like this if-"

I couldn't finish what I was going to say because my eyelid couldn't stop it from closing.

Before I was completely swept away by the darkness, I felt the man brought me into the car.

"I will make your life miserable for choosing to marry me," said by the guy, whose holding a gun as if he was going to kill me.

I can't see his face because it's blurry.

He was ready to pull the trigger on me when I shouted and woken up from my nightmare.

I held my chest because it was beating so fast. I also looked at the person who entered the room and my eyes widened when I saw the man I was talking to last night.

I looked at myself and took a deep breath because I was still wearing my clothes.

Gadd! Thank you that nothing happened between us last night.

I looked around the room and it was not familiar to me. This must be his room.

"I brought you here to my condo since I didn't know where your house was. I asked you but you lost consciousness. And don't worry I didn't touch you or whatever in your mind," he said.

"I'm sorry for the trouble..." I left from lying on his bed. I straightened myself up and looked for my stuff. I am very grateful because it is sitting on top of the small table here in his room. I quickly took it and faced him.

I smiled at him. "I'm sorry and thank you for taking care of me. But I have to go."

"Are you leaving?" he asked me to stop me from walking out of his room.

"Yes, maybe my parents are looking for me," I answered.

He laughed at what I said. What's funny with what I said?

"Really, Sydney McCarthney?" he asked me, so I faced him with surprise on my face.

How did he know my name. I don't remember telling him my name.

"Can you leave the person you are going to marry? Can you leave the person who lost his girlfriend because she wanted to marry me?" His question confused my mind even more.

the person I'm going to marry? How? I mean him?

"What are you saying?" I asked him with irritation in my tone.

"Tsk. Stop acting like you don't know anything. Is that why you talked to me last night because you wanted to be close to me? Desperate!"