Chapter 3: Ava- You can have me...
I should've known better than following my boss to a bar, yet there I was, sitting alone at The Best Brews, Italy's hottest bar, and drinking my hideously expensive vodka soda.
I just hope he will offer to pay and not run off like my boyfriend does. Because I don't know where the hell I was meant to get up to 200 dollars just for a drink.
An hour must have passed, and he is still answering his ridiculous call while I am busy stuffing my mouth with drinks, hoping to forget all of my worries, especially the one I am facing at the moment. At this rate, I would get drunk in no time.
I still have to attend Kiara's wedding tomorrow morning, and I can't afford to mess up myself with drinks. My best friend will be mad if her maid of honor comes to her wedding drunk.
I've been texting my boyfriend all day to attend the wedding with me. Maybe I will be lucky to catch her flowers when she throws them. I know I shouldn't believe in such superstition, but guess what I do, duh.
Josh would never keep me waiting like this. If I wait a minute longer and that arrogant boss doesn't show himself, I will suck it all up and pay for my drink, and for the next month I will gladly avoid taking the bus.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and was about to grab my coat from the hook beneath the bar when I felt a hand holding me back.
"Ava." I looked around to behold the least person I expected to see at the club. Josh was fucking here, and holy sh*t! He might get the wrong idea that I came here with some other guy. To me, Gabriel can't be the other guy. He's hot and all that, but I don't think I have any romantic feelings for him.
"How the hell are you here, Josh? I was about to leave." I just can't help it. But I really have no strength to ramble a lot.
Truth be told, If Gabriel Fernandez appears here and now. Josh would break up with me. He is that jealous type, and I can't even count the many times we have quarreled and kept getting back together.
"I assume she already told you," Josh said, looking all pitiful like he was sorry for me. First of all, how the hell did he find me?
Oops. That's true. We put trackers on each other's phones after I almost jumped into a river and died because of my stepmother. Because of a fucking man! She'd sworn that I would leave Josh and marry my father's friend. Someone old enough to be my own father
"What are you talking about, Josh?" I asked coolly. "What's making you this sad, huh?" It was the alcohol that was talking. At this point, I am as good as wasted. I took another lazy sip of a damn whisky and gulped it down like a thirsty slave.
"Let's end it already, Ava." I looked up at the 5'9 feet man and then pushed him a little to sit on the chair beside him. I wanted to see his fucking face and know what he wanted to end again.
I can't remember offending him, or did he see me get into Gabriel's car?
He took the glass of whiskey from me and gulped the content at once. "Let's end "US," Ava said. I never loved you. n fact, all these months, I have been deceiving myself. I just figured it out recently. What I had for you was pity. It was never love. How do I put it? You were like a puppy running around in the rain, and I just couldn't...".
I lifted my shin even as the heat of embarrassment pickled my skin. His pose remained casual, but his eyes sharpened into dark knives, waiting to carve out my embarrassment.
"Fuck you, Josh." I tossed my middle finger up at him. I would have poured the whole liquor into him, but that would attract a larger audience. People are already staring.
"You are going to be okay. Alone, trust me," Josh said.
"I assure you, of all the things on my to-do list, worrying about your love isn't even in the top ten thousand." Despite the snark, Josh continued staring at me with that annoying expression.
I always knew Unfortunately, I'd misjudged him. Our relationship was first based on an arranged proposal. He probably dated me all this time because of my father's wealth, and now that I won't get anything and everything he has is going down the lane, it's right that it ended the way it started.
"I am really sorry... and about Kiara."
"You don't need to come to her wedding anymore." I just couldn't leave without ending it the right way. I picked up the bottle of alcohol and emptied it on his head. Who cares about the attention? After all, I will be out of here soon.
I turned on my heel, my heart thudding in my chest. I have done it. I'd finally stood up for myself and told Josh exactly what I thought of him. I'd never meant to spill the drink on him, but the look on his face had been too much to bear. I loved that asshole, but he kept on sleeping around with the excuse that I wouldn't give him my body.
I took a step backwards to leave the bar, but my foot slipped, and a small gasp rose in my throat when my body tilted backward of its own accord. I was a few seconds away from falling on my ass when a hand shot out and gripped my wrist, pulling me back up into a standing position. and now we were both staring at each other in surprise. My eyes locked with Mr. Gabriel's, and I couldn't look away.
His lips just stood delicately, inviting a kiss. I should be focused on how disturbingly close he was—close enough for me to smell his cologne, which was nice and sweet instead of hot and spicy like I expected.
I could clearly hear my heart throbbing in my chest.
"You can let go now." I held him more tightly, seeing how Josh was watching in surprise.
My lips curled into a smile as I stared passionately into Mr. Fernandez's eyes. Passionate enough to make Josh think we were lovers. "You are finally here, mi amor."
I know I was drunk, but this...
I could barely walk on my own, so I dragged Gabriel with me. I literally fucking dragged my boss with me to the bartender.
"Don't you have a spare room for lovers?"
Josh rushed towards me; I could feel his adrenaline pumping more quickly. He raised his hands to probably give me a re-correcting slap before I made a mistake, but his hands stopped midway as he groaned in pain.
"Lay a finger on her and stand a chance to loose your whole limbs," Gabriel squeezed his hands like it were some vegetables.
I scoffed. Mr. Fernandez was very good at acting along, although his eyes looked like he meant every word.
When my eyebrows shot up, the twenty-something-year-old looking bartender tilted her head toward a table of keys. I guess I just have to pick one.
I stifled a laugh even as I raised another glass and gulped the content at once.
I got to the room and heaved a loud sigh. It was over at last, and now I am going to be single again and search for another man for the next how many months? This time, I probably hope to meet someone who would truly love Ava without William.
I locked the door, dropped the key on the table, and started pulling my clothes. I'd forgotten I wasn't at home. And oh sh*t, fuck! I just realized I locked myself in with Gabriel.
"Do you know who you are messing with?" My head swiveled to see Gabriel, all 6'3 feet, standing an inch away from me. He moved closer in annoyance, while I moved backward in fear. The room was dark, but not dark enough for me to not see the figure in front of me.
I moved until there was no space to move anymore. If I were some superman, I'd push this door open and disappear with a spider web.
'I am deeply sorry for my stupidity' I wanted to say, but alcohol was in control of me, or maybe my body wanted the opposite.
All I wanted was to get my revenge on Josh for dumping me.
If only God would save me tonight. I'd swear to never sip alcohol until my last breath.
"Don't ever get into my head," he snarled, slamming me against the wall. For several heartbeats, we stayed there, his grip crutching my two hands.
His whiskey eyes stared at mine. He knew I was falling for him,, and he smirked.
"The problem is..." he leaned in. "If I kissed you, I don't think I would be able to stop."
"Then don't..." I whispered..
I know what my body wanted - to have a taste of my hot CEO
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