Chapter 3
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Selene Armenis.
"We need to break up Apollo", I said, holding his gaze so he could see just how serious I was.
"Why?"He asked, oddly calm.
"I'm getting married in a few days, I whispered.
His reaction left me shocked.
He….
He burst out laughing. I looked at him with tear filled eyes wondering why he could possibly be laughing.
With a sigh and a shake of my head, I walked towards the door.
His laughter died down once he saw my face.
From his expression, it was safe to deduce that he had come to the realisation that I wasn't joking around.
"S..Selene, you can't do this to me, to us", He said, drawing me into his arms.
I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent of pines that always left me craving him.
"We can run away. We can elope, get married and come back", He murmured frantically, holding me tighter.
"I don't want to, but I have to Apollo. This wedding is a plan that has been put into motion even before my birth. It's an arranged marriage", I shouted.
"Why won't you understand? I have to do this. I have to get married to someone I don't even know", I whispered, sliding down to sit on the floor, the memories of the past few hours rushing past my eyes.
"What do you mean to someone you don't know?"He asked, looking confused.
His confusion further helped to irk me.
"I mean papa can't tell me who it is. I'll have to find out at the altar", I muttered feeling empty and dead inside.
I stood up abruptly. He walked towards me burying me in his arms. I held on tighter, wishing to at least hold on to some form of stability.
After a while, I let go, of the hug, of him. Ready to let go of my past with Apollo into my future with Mr unknown.
Thinking and living more in the past was cursing me to hurt more. I couldn't bare to continue.
I had to let go.
With my back to him, I turned ready to go.
"I'm getting married the day after tomorrow", I whispered weakly.
I walked out, head held high, shoulders rigid. The noise of broken glasses and furniture bid me adieu.
I fought the urge to run back to him. I was Selene Armenis. What couldn't I handle?!
I walked briskly to the car. I opened the passenger door harshly startling the driver.
I sat down, slid the partition window up. It was soundproof.
At least that was the consolation I gave myself as I let myself break down in the safety of the car.
I continued looking at the penthouse. Memories of us flashed by. The memories causing me to get more teary eyed.
"Where to, young miss?, Home then?", The voice of the driver pulled me out of my reverie.
"No, not home. And I've told you to stop calling me that. You can just call me Selene ", I replied with a little smile.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. Where do I drive you to, then?", He asked, looking at me through the mirror.
"I insist", I said firmly.
" If anyone has an issue with it, then let them take it up with me", I said.
"I would rather just head to a club. At least to feel free, more like give myself the illusion of freedom", I thought with a bitter chuckle.
"Take me to Club Enigma please", I said firmly, leaving no space for further discussions.
The ride to the club was filled with silence, leaving me to ponder and think about my new life come tomorrow.
Within 15 minutes, we got to the club. Stepping out, my first thought was to call Apollo to tell his men to leave. He always had eyes on me but then I remembered.
And with remembering came the pain.
I stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut.
I headed straight to entrance, not even sparing a glance at the long queue, merely holding up my Id card to the bouncer at the entrance.
He stared at the card for a while before hurriedly bowing to greet me while fumbling with the ropes.
I walked in amidst the snide comments and looks I got from the rest of the queue.
Being one of the most powerful families in Greece and beyond had it's perks.
It wasn't my style to take advantage of my power this way but at the moment, I was in a lot of pain and I needed to forget.
I needed to forget the events of the past few hours.
I needed to forget my wedding tomorrow.
I needed to forget my identity.
I was just Selene.
Not Selene Armenis.
Just for tonight.
With that in mind, I headed into the club, straight to the bar.
I was aware of my low tolerance to Alcohol.
So please tell me why I ordered the strongest alcohol drink if not that my village people are after me?
"Your strongest shot of whiskey on the rocks", I ordered.
"Are you sure you want that princess", The bartender asked warily.
"I didn't ask for your opinion, now get me my order", I quipped sharply.
He nodded before hurrying to get me my whiskey.
I fended off all the men who dared to approach me.
I sipped my whisky, feeling the burn reaching all parts of my body.
I drank glass after glass. I can't remember how many glasses I had.
I just kept gulping it all down, fighting through the burn.
I was just about to throw back another glass when I felt a powerful presence beside me making an order.
His deep voice sent shivers down my skin.
His voice was a siren.
And my n*****s hardened, heeding to his call.
He ordered vodka and I wondered if he was like vodka…
If he was the type to jump right into action.
I turned my head to look at him and the sight of him sent me reeling.
He looked ethereal.
In my drunken phase, he looked like a fallen angel…
A character right out of a novel.
He turned to stare at me. We stared at each other for a minute before I grabbed my glass of whisky suddenly in the mood to dance.
I kept my eyes on him, before throwing my whiskey back. I slammed the glass on the counter before walking into the crowd.
As I walked into the dance floor, a slow, sultry song came on.
And I found myself dancing along…
I knew all eyes were on me and I relished In that fact.
I continued to move my hips, my hands In the air.
I felt a presence behind me.
It turned out to be the same guy from the bar.
I didn't let that stop me though.
I grinded against him…
Running my hands around his body…
I felt him tense with each touch, earning a chuckle from me. I was having so much fun until he decided to take control.
As he led me away from the dance floor, the predatory glint in his eyes made promises and I was going to make sure he delivered on those promises.
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