Chapter 04 : Face to Fate. Part Two
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« Declan? My love, what are you doing? »
It must be the woman he was with, his girlfriend. I release myself from her grip and dry my tears. I had almost forgotten this detail.
He’s in a relationship, he’s not single.
« Your girlfriend is waiting for you. How could you leave her alone to go after a private party dancer? »
« We are not finished discussing. »
He said, ignoring her voice and wanting to touch me again, but I stopped him.
« You will never touch me again. I don’t want to see you ever again. I’m going to be clearer, don’t try to see me again because... Seeing you makes me suffer » I said, putting my mask back on and going around to open the door.
His girlfriend looks at me with incomprehension, but I ignore her and heads to the minibus where the other girls are waiting for me, not without having dropped another tear.
Is it normal that my heart still belongs to him after all these years?
Is it normal that I missed him so much?
Why do I still love this man as much, if not more, than before?
I close the door behind me after thanking Nina for watching over Alysanne before collapsing against her. If I had been told this evening would be so eventful, I would never have left.
Not only did I almost sabotage the show today, but I also revealed my identity to someone. Not just anyone in Declan, plus.
The girls say it’s okay yet, THAT IS SERIOUS ! I broke one of the rules we set when we formed the band.
Okay, I didn’t tell him at first, but I provoked him!
For nothing, because I was disappointed to see him with someone else. i***t!
What am I going to do now that he knows who I am? I hope he won’t tell anyone even though I believe the man who was with him knows my true identity.
I’m probably not going to stop being a Warrior, not now.
I slowly open the door and walk on tiptoe, not to wake her. I sit on her bed and contemplate her.
Alysanne is the one who most resembles my mother. She has taken on her Mexican physical features and I am a mixture of my father who was Armenian/Colombian and my mother.
The strangest thing is that, as soon as we are seen on the road, people immediately think she’s my daughter because we are so much alike. I gently stroke her hair and think back to the first time I saw her.
I was young and wondered what had happened to make my mother pregnant fourteen years later.
When I hugged that fragile, helpless little baby, I told my mother that I would be able to step in and take a train at full speed for her.
She smiled and told me that she knows that no matter what happens, Alysanne can always count on her big sister. And it’s true.
I would like to tell my mother that she was right, that I will be there for her until she takes off, but she is not here anymore.
I close my eyes and try to forget those memories that I would like to erase from my head and go to bed. Something tells me I will have trouble sleeping tonight.
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Declan POV
« You still don’t want to tell me what you were talking about with that dancer » Meghan tells me for the hundredth time, as she busts my shirt.
« You’re not going to bring it up again ! »
I started. « No, not tonight. »
She looks at me, a bit of shocked in her face before crossing her arms and sitting in front of me.
It doesn’t look like me, but I don’t want to.
I don’t want to anymore.
« You were expecting that before your conversation with this courteous... »
I interrupt
« She is not a courtesan! Never again use that term when you speak of her or the other dancers ! »
I say in an aggressive tone.
I can’t stand Meghan’s behaviour towards people with less money than her. Why can’t she just be respectful and nice ?
She jumps and her eyes open wide.
Meghan still doesn’t understand that I don’t appreciate her haughty side and she’s going to have to stop. I can’t be with a woman who thinks she’s above others because of her social status.
« My love, I’m joking. Why are you in this state over that dancer? Do you know who’s behind the mask? »
She asks, suspicious.
« No. »
Alyanna dance with a mask so no one knows who she is behind it. And I certainly do not intend to betray her.
Vincenzo knows, but I know he won’t say anything.
Already because I asked him and because he is not the kind of men to meddle in what does not concern him.
If he opens his mouth, I’ll kick his ass.
Even though I don’t understand why she does it since she’s so wealthy. I won’t judge her, aniway.
All I want is to talk to her again.
« Are you sure? » she asks, suspicious.
I stand up and button my shirt.
« Yes. I went to talk to her because I enjoyed her performance and would like them to dance for another party that I’m planning. » I said, which is not totally wrong.
They were great and I would especially like to invite them to see her again.
« For a night out? Do we really need them? »
I kiss her on the forehead before heading to the balcony.
« You can go to bed, it’s getting late. I’ll join you later. » I said without waiting for her answer.
I know I shouldn’t be so distant with her and she hasn’t done anything wrong, but after only seeing Alyanna, I feel like I won’t be able to touch another woman.
She’s so beautiful, Damn !
When she turned without her mask, I felt my s*x stretch like a piqué in my pants.
Her sweet almond eyes were throwing lightning at me, I could not help but wonder what would happen if I kissed her to make up for those long years away from her. Despite my anger, it was hard for me not to want to take her and taste her lips.
I want to know if they still taste the same.
I run a hand through my hair, trying to understand what she meant by:
«I have always waited for you.»
I don’t understand what she meant, since I told her that I couldn’t see her that night. This woman is going to drive me crazy and I need to see her again, talk to her.
She doesn’t hate me.
I will never be able to hate her either.
Despite everything that happened, I will never feel a negative feeling towards Alyanna.
I feel like a jerk, as if I betrayed her by kissing Meghan when I didn’t. We are no longer together, we have never been. She can’t blame me for having a new life when she’s the one who turned the page first.
The truth is that I would have wanted to catch her and tell her not to worry, that I’m still deeply in love with her.
But was she worried? Angry, yes, but knowing that I still love her is probably not going to change anything. I’d better forget her, but I can’t.
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