London Has Your Eyes

Chapter 49. Alex

This is the moment when you really don't know what to do. While Daniel is so close, I'm melting like an ice cream, but the brain stubbornly doesn't give up positions. No one can do this to me! And Daniel needs to remember that. So, as much as I want to disappear into his arms right now, I push him away with determination.

- Stop, you can't do this, - I say, - I'm too angry. It wouldn't be like you hurt me, and then you'd come back like nothing had happened. And I'm so in love, I forget all about it at once. I'm sorry, but it won't happen to me.

- I've already apologized. I don't know, what else should I do? Yeah, I should have talked to you right away. But honestly, Alex, I was in such a state that I could have said mean things to you that I couldn't take back, - he excuses himself. Pisses me off.

- And what do you want from me? - I ask, keeping my eyes on him.

- I want everything to go back to the way it was before. Right up until the moment you left for that Anton. I want to be with you and no one else.

- I... I can't do that... I'm sorry... I still have a clear memory, so I can't cross out the last few days. I need to think about everything, - I pull away from Daniel and walk back into the main hall.

Emotions are raging inside, and I need to drown them out with something. Too much had happened in one day: Daniel's absence, his arrival, his mother, his confessions, and Anton. Anton! I'll kill him!

I take a glass of wine and gulp it down. How pleasantly alcohol relaxes inside. The main thing is not to overdo it. Especially not in front of my son. Although he's so engrossed in Janine's little sister, he won't notice. And that's why... Yeah, yeah, that's why I've got another one in my hands.

After taking another sip, which has untied my hands, I decide to find out immediately what Anton's up to. So I take out my mobile phone and dial his number.

- What the hell did you say to Daniel?! - I yell into the phone as soon as he answers.

- Hello to you too, Sasha,- he answers calmly.

- I'm asking you again, what did you say, huh?! - I press on.

- Are you drunk? - Anton asks. - I can hear it in your voice. And what's that noise?

- I'm at a wedding. Don't confuse me, answer the question! - I'm still demanding.

- I didn't tell him anything. You know everything already. What do you mean? - I could hear the sincere surprise in his voice. Or is it that me so desperately want to hear it?

- You told him we slept together. What the fuck, Anton? You knew he'd get angry. Shit! You've seen how I've suffered all these days! Are you a moral sadist? How could you?! - The bitterness of resentment overtakes me too quickly. Unbidden tears appear in my eyes, and voice trembles treacherously. - I trusted you!

- Wait! I told him nothing of the sort, I swear to you! He made something up for himself and believed it. There's no way I'd do that to you, Sanya! - Anton is practically screaming. - Daniel is a fantasist. He doesn't analyze what's going on at all. And he gets caught up in his emotions! Apparently, you talked to him?

- Yes, he... he... - My tongue continues to slurp. It's unbearably difficult to choose words.

- He what? Did he call? - Anton is visibly nervous, as if his life depends on my answer.

- He's here at the wedding, - I mumble, my tongue is slurring. - He's right next to me. We met, we talked. Imagine my surprise when I found out what interesting stories you make up behind my back!

- And for what reason did he come? - Anton doesn't seem to hear me, asking questions that worry him.

- What kind of stupid question is that? For the wedding!