Merry Me, Maybe.

Chapter Two

The thought of her proposing was absurd than it sounds. Her hands sweated at the thought if it,

And as she stood in front of the door she seemed to coax herself that it was fine.

With her legible excuse and his response to it.

Her pupils dilated

‘We?’

She inhaled sharply as anxiety flushed her though, she couldn't get all worked up immediately.

But the thought infused in her head.

She tried twisting the door knob and it opened.

The place smelt like fun. Like someone had been cooking and drinking and feeling cozy in here.

Her eyes darted towards the couch and there were two wine glasses.

Her steps were quiet. Her breaths seemed antsy,

Why wouldn't it be?

Swallowing bile as she could hear a reverberating soft voice coming from the room.

“She's gonna call me any minute.."

“Then till she calls. I mean it's not as if……..

The fuckening.

Her Amber eyes stared at them both. Half naked and entangled on the bed, Not willing to leave each other.

What the f**k was her fiance doing on the bed with a petite blonde b***h.

‘They were having s*x, prolly kissing every second you thought of him, raising a toast to your absence and watching a movie while you were waiting for the cab’

Her mind replied to her.

Max had a what-the-f**k-are-you-doing-here look than an apologetic gaze.

In a swift he rose from the bed not taking his eyes away from Gwen.

“Gwen.." calling out in a soft manner while reaching for her.

She'd thought her body was rigid but it was moving as he pulled..

"Could you not touch me right now?" Whispering and as if he knew better he let her be.

“Gwen it's not what you think.." he started

“you wanna know what i thought, that they'd actually be a cold plate of lasagna waiting for me…….” Her voice drained trying to act strong

“Look I just."

"Why? Is this b***h better than me?”

"Who are you calling b***h you…." The blond made an attempt to charge at her but Max held her back

"Wasn't f*****g talking to you, f*****g slut!” Gwen strained but Max tried to hold her back

"Don't you touch me.” She retorted, feeling disgusted already

"Okay I won't,” he backed away before turning to the blonde. "let me handle this”

The blonde scoffed and shut the door of the room while they settled for the small living room.

Thoughts of various kinds roamed through her mind.

Where did she go wrong? Was she not ever enough?

“I've been meaning to tell you”

Her words hooked in her throat as she tasted her own tears welling up.

"How long?”

"6 months” he replied

Her hand went over her mouth, reeling due to the news.

She swallowed, and here she was thinking she had never sacrificed for him…..

“Those trips, they were to see her weren't they. Deny it!” She ordered but Max only stood unshaken.

"and that proposal. It was all bluff you bastard” screaming at him as her hands dug through her hair

“Don't create a scene Gwen."

It was debilitating, to hear it come from someone she'd loved her whole life, it dawned on her that all along she had been the only one seeing a future ahead with him.

“Is this how you want this to end, Max?" Managing to cough out.

He looked up at her.

“I'm sorry if you were the only one thinking this was working out. The vacation was to tell you about me and Nessa. Prolly hook you up with my cousin who likes your pictures…”

The urge to cry was there and when she slammed the door behind her back her knees went low enough for her to crouch and sob quietly.

Reaching for her phone. She dialed the next person on her mind.

“Hello May?" Sniffling.

“Gwen? Why do you sound like that?"

“Could you come get me? Please" her voice was faint as she whispered the last word in a soft tone.

“Oh my god, what happened honey?"

“Max’s cheating on me. Hurry"

“That's morherfucker, text me……..

She groaned. Why did her phone have to die when she needed it the most?

After some few minutes of sitting like a pile of cloth,

Gwen straightened up and found the nearest place with people. Which was the bar.

It was not noisey and just the right place to think of what to do next.

She'd drown two bottles of vodka till she saw the bartender split in half. Her limit to alcohol was barely for half a bottle but here she was.

Her expression didn't change with every chug. When did she become so blind to the obvious?

Recalling how they met, tears rolled down her cheeks.

Feeling stupid for crying she sniffed and wiped her eyes then chugged down the rest of the alcohol.

Raising her hand weakly to order another bottle, a warmer grip clamped around hers. Squeezing it lightly

Her eyes were too heavy to look up. But not her ears.

“She's done for the night, give me the check”

Her head turned to the blurry figure and scoffed.

“How dare you? Mr. Give me another bottle"

“You're attracting trouble you won't be able to handle."

He was talking about the hungry eyed perverts lurking in the bar. And they all were sneering at him right now as he towered over Gwen.

To his surprise she rose up. Her body grazing against his,

“mind. your. Goddamn. business” she poked her finger on his shoulder then turned back to the bartender

"a bottle pleaseee” she squirmed and sat back down.

He scoffed and tried to walk away but his eyes locked with one of the men standing just beside the end of the countertop.

Taking a deep breath, it would make him less humane to leave a drunk woman in the hands of these men.

In a swift he turned back and took her by the arm. Tossing some cash to the bartender

“Keep the change"

Gwen wiggled out his grip but he just scrunched

“I'm gonna throw up.." she announced the minute they got out of the bar and he let her go. Watching her race towards the ladies room.

When she came out looking wrecked. He held out a bottle of water for her and she scoffed at it

“bunch of assholes." She sniffed. It was what she'd call Max if she ever came across him "Liars, cheaters…."

Tears streamed down her cheeks before she sniffed again and snatched the bottle from him.

“Give me that” taking down almost half the bottle which cleared up her head a bit

“Give me your phone. Someone needs to pick

“It's dead" she replied still sipping the water.

“Your room number?

"it's occupied.”

He didn't ask again somvehe could tell what exactly was wrong with her now. But then again none of his suggestions were valid.

Glancing at her then his watch. It didn't take long before she put in.

“What about your room?"