Taste of Peaches

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Madilen pov

Pushing the sheets off me as quickly as I could I felt the cold air nip at my skin while I bit my lip. I looked over to the hotels nightstand and as quickly as I could shoved the big ass dimand on my finger.

It was heavy and felt like a weight pulling me down. I found myself constantly fiddling with it through out the day because it just didn't feel right.

Thomas had offered to get me something else when he saw my constantly fiddling with it at dinner with his parents but I refused saying that I loved the ring and just liked to play with it when I was nervous.

That wasn't true at all though... The ring was really pretty and in any other context I would love to wear it. The problem was that the second I put it on I was reminded that I was marrying him in a year.

Sure I was 23 but if I'm being honest I hated the idea of being tied down to somoene. After me and Alessandro broke things off I was heartbroken and getting into a relationship with the first rich boy I saw felt like a good idea.

Don't get me wrong I liked Thomas, he's attractive... kind, attentive- he loves me. But the truth is even though he makes me comfterble I just cant see myself marrying him. The idea of it makes my physically il.

Walking over to the bathroom I looked myself up and down in the mier and winced in disgust. I looked like fucking shit.

Me and Alessandro had been childhood best friends and after he moved to a boarding school in France we hit it off and jumped into a relationship. The sex was great, being together was great but after the second year of being together... it just wasn't the same anymore. 

For so long I wanted to tell him how I felt but before I could he pulled out a ring and asked me to marry him. I couldn't say no...

A week before the wedding I called it off. 

There was no way I was going to spend the rest of my life pretending to be happy with him. He deserved somone who loved him the way he loved me.

When I got back out of the bathroom I found a random man I had brought home last night passed out in my bed while he let out loud snores.

I grabbed the used condom off the floor threw it in the trash and went to grab my phone that was plugged in next to my key card.

I heard the man groan as he woke up and I rolled my eyes while tightly clutching my forehead. I saw that girl I had lashed out at with my brother. I assumed she was his date and if I'm being honest I had nothing against the girl.

She was pretty sure but when I saw Alessandro with her all I wanted to do was cry in a corner. I thought that when I broke it off with him I would feel better but the only thing that ended up happening was my life turning to shit.

I never wanted him back as a lover... but he was my best friend for a long time and I just wanted that back.

I think that's why I had shown up at his place that one day back in Spain.

After kicking the guy out I took a shower got ready for the day and walked out of my hotel room with the intention of going to meet Thomas at the airport.

He had texted me yesterday that he was coming to Columbia to surprise me with something.

After I got to the terminal and sat waiting for him the second my eyes landed on his suited figure coming with a suitcase a smile broke out on my face and I jumped up quickly making my way over to him.

"Hey baby..." I said kissing his forehead while pulling him into a hug.

He tightly grinned at me while I took in a breath and interlocked our hands pulling us out of the airport and towards my car.