Heartbeat

Chapter ten

They say that whatever happened in the past should forever remain in the past.

Well, it seems like someone forgot to give Andy Martinez the memo, who seems to be working in the hotel judging from the uniform he wore. 

"Juliet?" He says with shock evident in his voice.

God that voice.

It's been so long.

He left.

He left without saying a fucking word.

She moved away from the door to enable the cart piled with mouth-watering food to pass.

"H-Hey." Juliet says not knowing what to say. The air is so thick with tension it's making Juliet uncomfortable.

She can't believe he's standing before her eyes. Just looking at him made her realize just how much she had missed him.

Mybe even too much for her liking.

"Hi." He says scratching the back of his neck.

She didn't miss his eyes zero in on her wedding ring neither the frown that displayed his features after.

"Didn't know I'll ever see you again. It's been what? 8 years now?" She could feel the pain resurfacing.

The pain of only having one person she trusted, cared for and most importantly... loved.

But he left and was never heard of again.

"I'm sorry." He sounds so defeated. He reaches out his hand to touch hers, but she winced away from him.

Why does a word like sorry even exist?

It doesn't even make the pain go away nor does it make anything better.

"Sorry?" She had to bite her tongue to stop herself from laughing. "I waited and waited. Hell, I cried so much I thought I have no more tears left. And all you have to say is sorry? Who in their right mind disappears without informing their girlfriend Andy? Can you at least tell me why you left." She asks panting from her outburst.

"Juliet you won't understand- " He tried to explain. He was hesitant, she could see it in his eyes. He was avoiding looking into her eyes.

"You fucking left me."

"I know."

"Will you or will you not tell me?" She demanded; she wasn't going to beg. She's way too tired and hungry for this shit. It's either he's going to tell her or not.

"I- " He paused. Finally, his eyes met hers. "I can't."

She nodded, biting her lip to refrain from saying any profanity. "Get out."

It happened so fast. She couldn't have stopped it from happening.

His lips locked with hers.

She didn't push him away. In actual fact she melted in his arms.

She never felt like this with Deontay, he was way too rough for her liking.

She didn't stop Andy even when she felt his hand wandering around. Settling on her ass, he lightly squeezes it.

Liking the feel of it, she felt her southern region getting hot.

Too hot.

Mybe it was due to the heat of the moment that neither of them realized that the someone has entered the room.

The devil himself.

'Get your fucking hands. Of. My. Wife" He roared.

Without even looking she could tell that his expression was thunderous.