Finding Love

Rosalie

"I don't understand men. They flirt and play with your emotions to then stab you in the heart" 

I ran inside the women's bathroom holding my chest. I can't lie and say I didn't get butterflies when I saw mystery man behind me on but I refuse to fall into another mans trap. 

I needed a moment to gather my thoughts and texted Sophia I was ready to go. Why was he even here? Was he stalking me? There is no way he knew I would be here so it must be a mere consquedence, I told myself. 

After splashing my face with water I made my way out of the bathroom to look for Sophia. I called her multiple times and she hasn't answered. I knew coming out was a bad idea, I ran into mysterious man and embraced myself, now I cant find my best friend. 

Circling back at the bar I laid my head on the table. Sophia still wasn't answering and I was too drunk to stand. Sitting stressed out somebody tapped my shoulder.

"Rosalie is that you?" I turned and made eye contact with Devon. My headache started to come and my mood changed. "Devon please go away" I tried to say as I got up from my seat. 

"Wait are you okay? I've been calling you" he said with a sad face. This man must be dumb does he not know when people block you they don't get your messages. "I changed my number now will you excuse me as I exit this conversation" I got up almost tipping over my heels.

"Let me take you home Rosie" he said holding my waist. Hearing that nickname with his hands on my body made my blood boil. He is not allowed to come back in my life with sweet names as if he didn't betray my trust and love. 

Snatching his hands off my body I stepped away from him, "Devon you don't get to do that. You cheated and have a child. Why can you not leave me alone!" I screamed loudly drawing attention to us. I could tell he was embarrassed and he tried to grab my wrist again. 

"Can we talk about this privately. Rosie let me take you-" I pushed him off me again and interrupted his words, "Stop calling me Rosie! We're broken up and I do not want to be anywhere near you" I yelled with tears in my eyes. 

At this point people around the bar began to watch and that ache in my head started to hurt more. I didn't want him to see me like this; weak and vulnerable. I didn't want him to see the affect he still has on me. 

"Rose, I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you but I love you." he plead but I heard enough of his lies. This is why I don't go to clubs. It's always drama. 

"Devon just go." I said staring at with so much hate. He came closer grabbing my wrist but before he could touch me I was pulled behind a muscular man. The cologne smelled familiar... 

"I believe the lady said to leave her alone" the man in front of me spoke sternly. 

"Man who are you? This is between me and my girl" Devon shouted but the man in front of me did not back down.

"If I'm not mistaken, she said you both were broken up. I advise you walk away now before this gets messy" he said with a smirk. Devon scoffed and turned away. 

"I'll get you back Rosalie. I haven't given up on us baby" he said leaving the bar. The breath I was holding finally came out as the man in front of me turned and grabbed my shoulders.

"Are you okay Rose?" I looked up at his eyes and saw mystery man looking at me with the most sincere eyes. My emotions were already on 10 and seeing Devon did not help. My body started to shake and the tears came out like a waterfall. 

Mystery man pulled me into his body and led us to a quiet area. I was embarrassed, crying on a strangers shoulder over my shit ex. "Its okay Rose" he kept whispering to me as we walked upstairs to a VIP room. 

He opened the door and spoke in Spanish to the people in the room. A few seconds later they all walked out and man with blonde hair paused to looked at me then smiled before walking out. 

Mystery man sat me down on the coach and closed the door. "I asked everyone to leave to give you space, if you want me to-" 

"No!" he looked at me shocked "you can stay." I lowered my voice and looked down ar the floor as the tears stayed on my eyes. 

We sat in silence as I gathered my thoughts. He didn't integrate me or force me to talk about what happened.

 I enjoyed the silence.