Growing Fires with Old Ashes

24 - Confrontations

Sage.

Earlier, the night before.

''Ow! Que carajo?!" [ What the fuck?! ] I felt like shouting right into my mother's face, but thank god I kept it down. I shoved her away with a ton of force, otherwise, I can guarantee you; she wouldn't have let go.

I glanced over my shoulder, trying to spot Antonio somewhere on the dance floor, but he was nowhere to be seen. His words taunted my mind as I felt shivers crawl down my spine. Who even was this dude?

''Sage, stay away from him'' mother's one and only remark made me face her.

"Qué diablos quieres decir con 'mantente alejado' ?!' [ The fuck do you mean with 'stay away?!' ] be a bit more specific, will you?'' she didn't utter another word, walking right past me as she disappeared right into the crowd of people around us.

And so I was left there; confused as fuck. A waiter walked by as I snatched one of the fancy champagne glasses which were displayed on his tray.

My thoughts wandered back to my mother, making me clench my hand around the slim stem of the glass. She can't just waltz in and interrupt my fucking dance. Although that dance wasn't that pleasant but still; doesn't she know manners or something?

I observed the gigantic ballroom, my eyes passing from one person to the other as my gaze falls onto Douglas who's having a conversation with a guy I haven't seen before.

I furrowed my eyebrows and set my glass down onto one of the tables beside me. My heels tap onto the tile floor while I make my way over to my boyfriend. From the corner of my eye, I notice Atlas staring right at me. His eyes watching my every move. It made me feel pretty awkward, his stare immediately giving me flashbacks from a moment ago when he was inside of me.

Douglas can never find out. Atlas won't tell him, he doesn't even like Doug enough to even be two inches near him. I shake the thought away just when I arrive by Douglas. He smiles handsomely as he wraps an arm around my waist.

''Babe, this is Roman; one of the guards that's guarding everyone tonight'' I nodded at Roman as he reached for my hand. He took it, lifting it slightly in his hands as he brushed a gentle kiss against my knuckles. ''Nice to meet you, Sage'' my name leaves his lips smoothly, his voice hiding a slight hint of Italian in it.

I smile politely, assuming Doug already introduced me to this guard. The conversation continues between the two of them, leaving me on my own. And that's when the boredom starts to hit in.

''Can you not even do your job correctly?!'' a shout echoes through the room, the sudden raise in the person's voice made me turn around to see what was going on. Only to be faced with an angry Atlas. I then spot the waiter which is trapped in Atlas's grip, a fearful expression could be clearly read off of his face. Finally some entertainment.

Waiter dude mumbles something inaudible and I can sense Atlas was about to punch him, but before he can do so, this blonde-haired girl sprints up to him. At this point, basically, everyone was watching the show as I saw blondie say something to Atlas, making him loosen up a bit. Sadly, I was too far so again; I couldn't catch what was said. I scan blondie, immediately noticing the fact her tits were almost slipping out of her dress. It makes my eyes roll. Seriously? A cheap hoe? Waiter dude gets thrown onto the floor as Atlas storms off with blondie who's clinging around his arm.

What is it with people confusing me so much tonight?! I didn't even have to think twice to know he was probably leaving so he could stick his dick into that bitches cunt. Hijo de puta [ Son of a bitch ]. Two can play this game, Bressett. I don't need that motherfucker to get laid.