All Chapters of A TWENTY SOMETHING : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

HANA "What the fuck did you do, Bee? I told you not to come searching for me. But you did that twice. NEW YORK and MILAN. You won't listen, will you?" I was surprised by the harshness in his voice when he gently wiped the remaining tears away. His words say something but his body does entirely a different thing. I remember the day his grandmother died, and he made me promise to not go searching for him. I didn't give much thought then. But it made sense now. Everything he did back then made sense now. He pressed a lingering kiss on the corner of my lips before he took them between his teeth ruthlessly. I moaned enjoying the sweetest assault. "I didn't promise you. Moreover, would you have left me if I were you" If he had doubts before, he doesn't look like he had them anymore. I barely heard myself when he looked at me with those hungry eyes. I cup his face, closing the distance between us. I heard him sigh, his hands slipping down into my blouse.

HANA I met with the second most ridiculously handsome guy I have ever seen. He has the same green eyes as Bash but he looked older than him, probably in his mid-thirties or early forties. That guy smiled and I remembered all the lectures Dahlia gave me about how I should communicate with every VIP. I shook my head, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment. "I am sorry. I.. I ..didn't mean to say that. What's your name again?" There is a lighter in his hand which he was flicking often for no reason. "Alexander King," He says rather arrogantly, and I check my tab to see Bash's schedule for today. "You are not on the list," I murmured to myself. "I won't. But I will meet him." He informed with another flick. "That," I pointed to his lighter, "Is not allowed here." His head fell back as he laughed. "Who will stop me, you?" I want to say, me. Dahlia and Bash will take another lecture to me if I have done a

BASH Alexander whistled as soon as I walked into the VIP room in Esten's bar. "How does it feel to fuck up one thing that gave meaning to your pathetic life, huh?" If only I had the power to kill him right here, I would have done it in a second. It's not what he said that bugged me, it's the truth in it. One more time, I successfully pushed her away. Kudos to you, Bash. You did what you want and left her on that bed without a glance. The look she gave me while she wrapped her pyjama shirt around her chest still haunted me. I did what I did last time. I kissed her, touched her and pushed her away. She was supposed to be there on Saturday. I was prepared how to send her away if she had shown up. But I wasn't prepared how to handle the knife in my chest when she never showed up. Apparently, she booked a flight to Istanbul. She had gone. No, Bash. You sent her away. Alexander handed me a bottle, and I swig it, feeling the burn in my throat. It doesn't

HANA Bash gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. He looked away for a split second. Again, his eyes are on me. His gaze was hard, intense and something felt like longing flickered in his stare. He looked away again. Just for a second. His jaw tightened when I finally reached his car. I gave him my best girly smile. "Thank you." "I didn't say anything." His voice was plain, emotionless as if he wasn't affected after he saw me. "You don't have to," I winked at him. He scowled at me when I whirled to show him my attire. "Where is the dress on the back?" The old Bash wouldn't have cared. Because he put a stamp on me and made it obvious that I belonged to him. He can't do this now, especially when he thinks that we are better off without each other. But he will care. I will make sure of it. I helped myself into the car. Of course, the driver opened the door, and Bash spent a decent amount of time before he got in. Poor guy. I pity him already.

HANA My phone vibrated for the thirteenth time, and for the thirteenth time, I hoped it was Bash even though I knew it was not possible. I shouldn't hope for it. I should not go to him again. I should not meddle in his life again. WE ARE OVER. I know we are over. Then why am I looking at my mobile as though he could burst out of it and hoping for him to call more than ever? I don't want to get out of my bed. I just lay, staring at the ceiling. His watch will never sit on my bedside table. His shirts won't lie in my closet anymore. I could never smell his scent anywhere. I have been there. I have seen it all. I am afraid of it. I am afraid of going back to the world where Bash and I broke up. We weren't together before. At least, I knew we had a chance. I knew he loved me. I knew he wanted me. Now it's all in the past. What do I do now? The thought of going through this separation all over again made my heart sink. How much time will I take now? How do I move past this after ho