My Beating Bleeding Heart

Chapter 1: The Night Will Change

His pov

One, two, three, and four. She is on her fourth drink. She is sitting diagonally from me. I on other hand never overdo it and know my limits, but I must sit through these informal drinks meeting to secure that project. I have been trying since 8 pm, and it is now 12. They are not getting to the point, and I am on the verge of giving up. I also came to this meeting to sulk. Plus, I cannot let her drink any more. I could spot her in a crowd of millions. She is wearing that sequin dress with a low back, showcasing every curve. I've noticed how others are looking at her. I see her gesturing for another drink after drink. Why? She was supposed to be at her bachelorette party tonight, conveniently just across the street. But here she is, drinking. I shouldn't go there. And once more, she orders another drink. That's it. I don't care what these people will say or what she would say, but I cannot let her drink more. I stood up and moved towards her table. As I sat in front of her, she looked up at me. Her dark eyes, framed by even darker makeup, are glistening. Why is she crying? She gave me a crooked smile and went to take a sip from her drink. I held her hand mid-air; she frowned, snatched her hand back, and downed the entire thing. "What are you doing?" I whispered, concerned. Why is she doing this?

She didn't even respond to me and gestured for the waiter to bring another drink. I glared at the waiter and handed him my card to cut her off. She looked at me, annoyed, then gave a smile and leaned back, closing her eyes.

I touched her fingers and asked, "Should I be worried?"

She started laughing, but it was more sad than happy. "Isn't your meeting over there?" she asked, pointing towards my table. I didn't reply.

"What, I can't even notice you? Or are you only allowed to stare and stop someone from having the best time of their life?" she said.

"Are you having the best time of your life?" I inquired.

"I was going to," she answered.

I smirked and played along. "How exactly were you going to have the best time of your life?"

She rolled her eyes and leaned forward, revealing her collarbones and upper breasts. She whispered, "I was going to get completely wasted and pick some pretty boy to ride along the night," and laughed.

I was taken aback. What did she mean? I knew what she meant, but she's supposed to get married. So what the hell is going on?

Seeing my shocked expression and wide eyes, she laughed even more. Her laughter, to me, sounded like jingle bells.

She pretended to be calm and then said, "Since you stopped my drinking..." She looked at me intently, clearly buzzed, and I couldn't tell if she knew what she was saying or not. She continued, "So... you be the pretty boy. You're hot anyway."

I must have looked shocked because I was shocked. Did I hear that correctly? Does she even realize what she said or what’s happening? She hates me to the core, so why is she suggesting this? She ignores me, sober and drunk alike. So why today? "Oh god... is it that difficult to decide?" she said, standing up. She twirled around, exposing her entire bare back, and lifted her arms above her head as if tied. She looked at me with those eyes.

Not at all. I bet there isn’t a man who can resist her. But she shouldn’t be inviting me and definitely not showcasing herself like this. I rolled my wrist and stood up, looped my arm around her waist, and pulled her close. The moment she collided with me, I knew she had me under her spell.

She smiled, "Finally, you decided. Are you going to be the one?" and looped her arms around my neck. She is so drunk. I doubt she will remember any of this tomorrow morning. But I have seen how others are looking at her, plus her bold proclamation that she can have any man here tonight. I'm scared and I want her.

I simply nodded and lifted her up in a bridal style. She flung her arms in the air and said, "Woo hoo... so gentleman, ...... suck it," looking directly at the group of girls who had earlier come to my table, asking me to join them. I had politely declined, but it seemed she had noticed. Maybe that’s why she is doing this? But it doesn’t make any sense. Why would she do this? By the time I checked in and took her to the hotel room, she was dozing off in my arms. I chuckled and put her on the bed. Even though she didn’t want to let go of my neck, I gently un looped her arms and covered her with a sheet. What is going on? I walked towards the intercom and gave instructions for the morning. She will have a hangover and be hungry, so they need to provide medications, a lemon drink, and spicy food for her hangover.

This night is not going how I initially planned. My initial plan was to sulk because she was getting married to her long-term fiancé. I know she doesn't love him, but it's an arranged marriage between two families, a long-standing tradition. She has to uphold it, and she always follows all the rules and regulations. Whatever her dad and grandfather said, she did. I don't know what happened. Why is she here? Why is she so drunk? All I could do was look at her now, soundly sleeping, but her eyes were sad, puffy, and red. Whatever or whoever did this to her, they won’t see the end of it.

I walked towards the bed and lifted the covers. I snuck into bed next to her.

She turned and looked at me, "Can you hold me?" and closed her eyes. A tear dropped from her left eye. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. I wanted her not to feel whatever she was feeling now. I held her and don't know when I also dozed off into a deep sleep.