His father, my revenge

Chapter four

I didn’t know how I ended up on that rooftop. Still drinking and broken, a lot flooded my mind. Surcide, anger, revenge.

Some minutes ago I was roaming around the streets of New York, drunk and broken, and the next minute, I was standing high above the city, the cold air hitting my skin.

I still had the empty champagne bottle in my hand. The city was busy with lights, sounds, and people enjoying themselves except me. Life is unfair? Right.

People laughed somewhere in the distance. Life went on.

While mine had just fallen apart.

I grabbed the edge of the rooftop wall, relying on it, while my hair was hanging across my face.

I pictured Aiden's face and Tessa's fake smile in my mind. The image of them together on my bed broke my heart to pieces again and again.

I closed my eyes trying to forget all the memories but it wasn't working.

I wanted to shout.

I wanted to cry until my eyes got weak.

But nothing came out. Only a thick, heavy silence pressing down on me.

I thought about killing myself.

Just falling over over the edge and disappearing from the surface of the earth

Nobody would miss me anyway?

Nobody really, anyway, I just wanted to go meet my mom up in the sky, and never come back to this cruel world.

But before I could let those dark thoughts swallow me, I heard footsteps behind me.

I didn’t turn. I didn’t move. I wasn't scared anymore.

Maybe it was security.

Maybe it was a stranger.

Maybe it was death itself coming to collect me.

I didn’t just care.

“Rough night?” a low and smooth voice said.

I opened my eyes, slowly turning my head to look at him. He stood near me with a tall and calm figure.

He was wearing a perfect black suit.

His hands were in his pockets, and he seemed completely at ease like nothing was bothering him. His face was partly hidden, but I could tell he was good-looking.

He had sharp features and a firm mouth.

His eyes were cold and charming.

He didn’t even confront me, rather he stood there without saying anything. That made me feel even more emotional. It was like he wasn't pretending to care, and that somehow made it worse.

He wasn’t offering fake sympathy. He was just there, staring at me. I couldn't tell if it was admiration or pity.

He stood like he was seeing a Ghost, so

Silent.

And steady.

And somehow, that made me feel less alone. I turned to face him while I hugged myself for comfort.

The champagne bottle fell and rolled away.

We stared at each other, two broken strangers in a cold city. Neither of us spoke to each other; the silence was filled with unspoken feelings. I'm not sure who moved first.

Maybe it was me. Maybe it was him.

But I’m sure that one moment we were apart, and the next, we were face-to-face, close together.

Sharing the same pain.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from my face with his cold fingers, but his touch felt peaceful and welcoming.

I closed my eyes and relied on him without thinking about it.

I needed something. Anything that could help me cool off my stress.

And he was here.

I felt his breath against my skin, sharp and fast like mine.

Then his mouth was on mine.

There was no sweetness in the kiss.

No tenderness. No love, no affection, no bond

Just raw, desperate hunger.

It wasn’t love.

It wasn’t even lust.

It was survival. It was hunger.

He held my waist tightly and pulled me close to him, like he wanted to be as close as possible.

I gripped his jacket tightly, holding on to him like he was the only thing keeping me together.

The kiss deepened . It was rough, and messy but I liked it.

I didn’t care.

I didn’t want to be careful.

I wanted to drown. I wanted the moment, I wanted all of him, I wanted him to eat me just like my problems did.

We stumbled backward, his hands still on me, until we found the stairs door. He pushed it open without breaking the kiss.

The door closed behind us, shutting out the world. We somehow managed to get to the elevator and make our way down to the hallway.

He fumbled with a key card and kicked a door open. The room was warm and luxurious, the furniture screamed of money, but none of it mattered to me.

We barely made it inside the room before he started taking my clothes off, he pushed me against the wall. His mouth moved down my neck, leaving trails of heat and pleasure.

I inhaled deeply while digging my nails into his back.

His hands slid under my dress, pulling it off and over my head in one rough motion. I didn’t feel exposed, I felt free.

His suit jacket hit the floor, including his shirt. Our bodies crashed together again and again, like waves crashing against rocks.

He lifted me easily, carrying me to the bed. We fell onto the bed together, while breathing fast.

Clothes disappeared between desperate touches and wild kisses.

There was no talking.

No questions.

No names.

No need for foreplays

Only need for peace, pleasure and satisfaction.

When he entered me, it wasn’t slow or gentle.

It was rough.

Wild and rough

A battle and a surrender all at once.

I called out, not from pain, but from the overwhelming flood of feeling.

Every thrust, every kiss, every desperate grip of his hands on my body was a way to fight back against the hurt eating me alive.

I clung to him, meeting his every move with my own. We didn’t stop. We didn’t slow down. We chased something neither of us could name.

At some point, I lost track of everything.

The city.

The betrayal.

The heartbreak.

There was only the two of us, locked together, lost together. For the first time in a long while, Aiden wasn't on my mind. Or Tessa.

Or the life I had lost.

I was just here.

Alive.

Burning.

We both cried out when we fell over the edge together, shaking and breathing heavily.

Afterward, we collapsed side by side, sweaty and tangled in the sheets.

Neither of us spoke.

The silence returned, but it wasn’t heavy now.

It was peaceful.

I turned my head slightly, studying his profile in the dim light.

He looked as broken as I felt.

I wondered what demons chased him.

What pain he was trying to forget tonight.

But I didn’t ask.

And he didn’t ask me either.

Maybe that was why it felt so easy.

No lies.

No pretending.

Just two strangers helping each other survive one more night. Without having to hurt each other.

I pulled the blanket higher around my body and closed my eyes.

Tomorrow will come.

The pain would return right? I know that for sure

Reality would hit me in the face again.

But for now, for these few stolen hours, I was free, I don’t have to think about Aiden or Tessa, or my failed wedding or my so-called father who has been calling me on the phone.

And maybe that was enough.