"Why do you always do this Zahara. You make everything difficult."
I spun around and glared at him. My eyes were bloodshot. I was drunk off my ass and he knew it. I hated that. I hated him.
"Fuck you Elijah. Always trying to play 'Good Samaritan' , you're no fucking better than me!"
I felt the tears fall from my eyes, onto my cheeks. I knew he was right. I was a mess. My jealousy had gotten the best of me. I just-
Seeing him with that woman made me feel insecure. He looked happier with her, she looked like a better match for him. They looked perfect for each other.
Why would he want me?
"You know that I would never cheat on you, why can't you just trust me?"
He got up from the couch he had been sitting on and began taking slowstrides toward me. Once he reached my side, he cupped my pouting face in his hands and placed soft kisses on my cheeks where my tears had fallen and on my lips, which were formed into a frown. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the tiny tingly feelings it sent through my body.
"I only want you mon amour. You and you alone."
I looked up at him. His eyes softened and he kissed his teeth. I had told him, that I was no good for him. But he ignored me. I had told him that loving me would be difficult. But he ignored me. He ignored all of my warnings, my protests. My heart just couldn't accept it.
How could Elijah love someone like me.
A simpleton,
An insecure loud mouth,
A magnet for bad luck.
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He was Elijah Huang.
Famous Restaurateur,
Charming bachelor,
Ambitious businessman.
I was just ...Zahara.
And our union had been made in the pits of hell.
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|Mature themed|
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*Note from author*
I apologize in advance for the possibly horrible Chinese and French translations💀
Ya girl is using Google translate y'all😗
I do not wish to offend any of the native speakers, so y'all can come for me if I mispronounced certain things lol
