ALDRICH COULDN'T ESCAPED
1340 Words
"Come on!" Aldrich called.
The beautiful young girl smiled. She gently played it with her soft hand and said, "Do you want to F*CK me"
"No. just play it hard!" Aldrich said.
After the sensational play. The beautiful young girl made it successfully, almost reach his limit until some liquid burst.
"Ugh..you.. " Aldrich almost yelled of moaning.
"You can do it... it's my pleasure. I don't mind.." she said, as she lock her gaze up on his blush cheeks.
"Really?"
The girl didn't answered. She just nodded.
Aldrich's body rose and lowered his head, then said, "I will pay you, but I have one rule. You will be stay out of here, and there should be no one to F*ck you, it should be ONLY me."
The beautiful young girl swallowed, where in fact she realized that this handsome man wanted her out of craziness. "Sure,
Just pay enough, and I will do my job" the girl responded.
"Give me your number" Aldrich said. Then the girl give him her calling card.
After the girl left the private room of the bar, Aldrich leaned his back on the couch, alone. Alone in the dark. His tired eyes show's how broke he is...
But his mind betrayed him again, flashing back the memories of Hanna were she always said, "You have me, and I only have you.."
Those words of Hanna make them realize that they need each other; they will be strong as long as they fight for it together, fight from the boldness of life, and fight the stressful surroundings. They will not be alone as long as they hold their hands together. But Hanna did not know how Aldrich treasured everything about her.
Aldrich almost gave up his life for years, but his protective mother knew it.
Not later, Aldrich smiled suddenly like a crazy person; his mind reviewed again the earliest experiences because of what he did. Get drunk himself and get lost.
In his desire to forget, he also forgot to take care of himself, even talking to the stars in the sky, then blaming the wind for pushing him to go to the bridge and scream there. He yelled everything he wanted to say, as if he were talking to the sea while the fishes were the only audience.
And to Hermelyn’s small apartment, her soft blanket, her worried eyes when she looked at him.
Aldrich opened his eyes abruptly. “No,” he muttered. Then he ran a hand through his hair, frustration rising.
Damn it.
Why her?
Why now?
He was supposed to be forgetting. He was supposed to let strangers fill the void.
He stood up suddenly, the alcohol roared in his veins as he stumbled out of the room, through the bar, past couples making out and people dancing wildly.
He pushed the door open. And the night air hit him like a slap, and the guards rushed up immediately. “Young Master!”
“Sir, are you alright?”
One guard asked carefully, “Young Master… should we take you home?”
He shook his head violently. “No,” he muttered. “Not home.”
“Then where, sir?”
Aldrich looked up at the sky, it was dark, and empty. His voice cracked softly. “…Anywhere but there.”
The guards exchanged another worried glance. But they obeyed, as they always did.
Aldrich slid into the back seat of the car, leaning his head against the window, closing his eyes as the city lights blurred around him.
He felt empty. Lost. And horribly, painfully alive. The alcohol was wearing off, leaving behind something worse than pain.
Loneliness. And somewhere in his mind, a quiet face appeared once more. Hanna.
The girl he couldn’t forget… No matter how hard he tried.
Three hours ago, he’d been slapped by his mother. Two hour ago, he’d sworn he would stop drinking. Thirty minutes ago, he found himself drunk again. And now? He didn’t even care. He didn’t want to be saved tonight, even he has his own guards. Not when his head was full of someone else... the one woman he could never drink away. Hanna Monteverde.
He inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes as though the darkness might smother the memory. It didn’t. It never did.
Aldrich came home to their private penthouse and ordered one women, her name is Lila. Her steps is soft as the scent of jasmine lingering around her. She was petite, graceful, her long black hair cascading like satin over her shoulders. She smiled shyly. Not fake. Not seductive. Just soft.
Aldrich blinked. Too much like he lifted a hand, and gesturing weakly. The girl tilted her head, unsure whether she should sit or stand.
“Are you sure you don’t want a company?” she asked gently.
Aldrich let out a humorless laugh. “I barely want company from myself.”
Still, he patted the seat beside him. Lila came over. Not eagerly cautious, like she sensed the storm hanging above him.
“I don’t know,” he muttered. Because tonight… he didn’t want to be Aldrich. Aldrich was broken. Aldrich remembered too much.
Lila reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. Her fingers were warm.
Aldrich flinched. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let his head fall back against the couch, eyes half-open, watching her move closer and gentle.
She placed a soft hand against his chest, guiding him to recline. No rush. No boldness. Just tender, careful movement. A kind of sweetness he didn’t deserve. Her lips brushed his jaw... barely there, a whisper of a touch meant to soothe, not seduce. And that was exactly why his heart clenched. Because Hanna used to kiss him like that.
Hanna, with her warm brown eyes and quiet laugh. the girl who said she loved him more than stars loved the night.
but she's the one who left him without looking back.
“Are you thinking of someone?” Lila whispered.
Aldrich stiffened. He wasn’t sure if he nodded… or if the alcohol made his head fall forward on its own.
Lila smiled faintly, sad, but she understands it. “You don't have to pretend,” she murmured, letting her fingers trail lightly down his cheek.
He swallowed hard.His voice cracked.“Hanna.”
Lila’s hand froze. “Is that her name?”
“Hanna Monteverded,” he whispered, as though saying the name brought both pain and oxygen to his lungs. “The woman I thought I’d marry.”
Lila’s eyes softened. She eased herself beside him, her movements sensual in their tenderness, but not seductive. Just… comforting. Like warmth after a long winter. Her hair brushed his shoulder. Her fingertips grazed his neck. Her presence filled the room like a lullaby.
Aldrich’s breath hitched. He wasn’t lost in desire. He was drowning in memory. Because he saw Hanna’s smile. He felt her hand in his. He heard her voice.... sweet, and promising forever. He blinked, swallowing a tide of emotion he didn’t want to feel. The room change to be blurred.
Lila’s silhouette hovered close, her touch gentle on his collarbone as she tried to pull him away from the ache. Her hands moved slowly, tracing the outline of his shoulders, grounding him.
“You’re hurt,” she whispered.
Aldrich’s breathing trembled. “I don’t want to hurt,” he muttered.
“That’s why I am here,” Lila replied softly. She leaned in, her breath brushing the corner of his lips. Its almost a kiss... Just closeness. Just the promise of warmth.
But Aldrich saw Hanna again in a flash, her laughter, her embrace, her eyes glowing like morning sun. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“Stop,” he whispered, voice thick. “Just… slow down.”
Lila paused instantly. Her hand rested on his chest, feeling the frantic beat beneath her palm.
“Tell me what you need,” she said gently.
Aldrich closed his eyes. “Something that doesn’t remind me of her.”
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