Together But Not Really

CHAPTER - 11

"You..." Anger was bubbling inside her and while under any other circumstances she would have felt too humiliated to fall face first and embracing the white floor which didn't have any speck of dust so one might think that she was greatful to the person who saved her from the shame but no. She was freaking pissed. And if anything her eyes fell on a beautiful vase that she wanted to smash the guy's head with.

And well make his head split open.

It would be a delightful sight to witness, for her obviously.

But really didn't have a good outcome once so she held back on breaking yet another vase. Who knows how expensive this one could be? So she took a deep breath as she tried not to resort to violence, well at least not with a vase.

"Are you alright?" the man as he reached out his hand to inspect her.

"Don't you f*****g touch me!" she lashed out with her eyes glaring at the person in front of her as she harshly jerked his hand away.

Alison looked around people ik the lobby staring at her making her feel humiliated. She bowed her head a little apologetically and she was ready to turn around and rush out of the door away from this resturant and this so called date which basically ended up being the worst idea.

"Bebe what are you doing? Let's hurry. I am strvaing." Alison was surely about to leave but her feet halted she couldn't even turn around as her eyes bored holes in the fake bimbo who was latching on to Ethan and the urge to murder came back to her.

Alison felt like gagging at the woman's overly sugar coated fake shrill voice which was her eyes to bleed. She noticed how the plastic beauty was rubbing her boobs over Ethan's arm while seductively smiling at him and honestly Alison could feel snakes crawling in her body at the sight.

They were being f*****g lovey-dovey in front of her.

Stupid! PDA!

Alison could have rolled her eyes and ignored that bimbo. She could have just rolled her eyes at them and walked away as if she didn't see a thing. As if she didn't feel her heart shattering as some another woman was smiling and touching her man. Used to be his man. But that was the thing.

She couldn't do any of it. She couldn't roll her eyes at that bimbo, she could ignore her existence but what she couldn't ignore, what she couldn't look away was Ethan's hand around her waist as he pulled her close to him. What she couldn't look away was how he widely smiled back at her before capturing her lips. He used to pull her close. He used to smile at her. It used to be them. But sadly it wasn't them, not anymore.

Maybe she was staring at them for too long or maybe he just sensed her gaze because the next thing he did totally ticked her off. He slowly opened his eyes and kissed that freaking bimbo again this time for a bit longer while not leaving Alison's gaze. Her hands clenched in a tight fist as Alison realised one thing - "that fucker was enjoying it."

Let alone guilty or shame or apologising that guy was having fun instead. He had no ounce of remorse or anything like that. Hell no! Instead he was enjoying Alison's pained expression. As if he was teasing her, mocking her.

" I can't believe this asshole was my boyfriend!" Alison muttered to herself as she stepped forward with determination all set to pull out that bimbo's hair and make her bald and strangle Ethan to dead because that piece of s**t was good for nothing and as a freaking burning on the face of this earth.

" Hey there!" she halted the moment she felt an arm around her waist as she heard the words in whispers.

"Noah?" Alison spoke in quietly as confusion shadowed her eyes.

"Oh so you do remember me. I must say I am impressed." Noah chuckled with a smirk as Alison lightly hit his chest for his absurd of a joke.

Both Noah and Alison was laughing the happy moment was interrupted by someone. "Who are you?" Ethan spoke as now he stood in front of Alison and Noah with of course his bimbo hanging onto his arm. Oh how Alison prayed that the weight of pretty bimbo would actually break of trash Ethan's arm.

"It's none of your business. Let's go honey. " Alison responded before anyone else could say anything shocking herself in the process. Noah looked at her with amusement while she pleaded him with her eyes. Gosh! She had no idea what was wrong with her. She couldn't decipher her own actions. Like seriously calling a guy "Honey" that she barely knew. Since when she was this impulsive? Well more like since when was she this jealous type.

Dear lovely Earth, kindly swallow me whole. She prayed in desperation.

"Why bebe? Let me introduce myself to your friend first. I don't wanna be rude." Alison's eyes got wide open and mentally her jaw literally dropped to the ground while she tried to keep her expressions in check at the moment. But to say Alison was surprised would be an understand because her brain short circuited when she heard what Noah said.

The dude that she didn't know anything about except the fact that he was filthy rich and well a body that would out a Greek God to shame. The latter wasn't needed to mention but hey it was true nonetheless. But the point was that this very person was playing along with her script when he had absolutely no need to and she was thankful for that.

"Hey I am Noah. Noah Wilson. Nice to meet...?" Noah stretched out his hand with a smirk appearing on his lips in front of Ethan who was looking suspicion at him with hoak eyes.

"Ethan. Pleasure meeting you." even though Ethan's displeased expressions would like to voice out in protest for otherwise. But still he plastered a fake smile as if he was way too delighted to meet a long lost friend.

Ethan was staring at Noah, as if analysing his enemy. Which well maybe he was? But he was Ex wasn't he. But he felt competitive. Ethan was judging everything about the man standing in front of him from his way of standing to the way he was smirking, to the way he still had his one arm around Alison's waist. He was trying to find flaws in the guy.

But he seemed flawless.

As he couldn't find any.

Noah appeared prefect. From his no strand of hair misplaced to his expensive looking clothes. Although Ethan would not like to admit it out loud but he couldn't deny that the guy was exquisite and may be filthy rich too judging by his luxurious watch and clothes and just overall by the way the man was carrying himself. But hey, Ethan was sure all those things must be cheap knock off and the guy was a very hard pretend to be "Millionaire".

"Let's just go Noah. I am so tried." Alison tried to act calm and collected as if just now her mind was not going a thousand miles to think and come up with a way to drag Noah out of this place elegantly without looking like a woman who had gone nuts.

"Oh my baby is tired? Let's go. Should I carry you on my back?" Noah retorted with a chuckled as he winked at Alison and bopped her nose making her blink her eyes rapidly in astonishment because he totally had her flabbergasted as her brain buffered and she shell-shocked not having the slightest bit of idea as to how she should react. She was frozen for a milli-second before she recovered.

"Hahaha.... Hahahaha.. Awww why are you so adorable." Alison responsed after finally recovered from the weird stunt Noah pulled on her. And Alison could say that Noah was enjoying this role playing a little too much. The guy was totally into his "whipped boyfriend" character.

"See you? Sometime..." there was a mock in Noah's tone which didn't go missing by Ethan as he bored hole into Noah's back as he saw Alison linking her arms with Noah as they turn out and leave the restaurant while Ethan stood rooted at his place.

"f**k! FOR GOD SAKE STOP CLINGING!" Ethan roared in agitation jerking away the so-called bimbo's hand harshly when she rubbed her fake as f**k huge bosoms onto his arm.

He was pissed. He didn't know exactly why. But dammit! He sure as hell was freaking pissed as he continued to glare at the same door from where just seconds ago Alison and Noah had left. And Ethan felt annoyed as he stomped his foot in frustration and left the restaurant while not caring if the girl he came with even followed him or not.