Sinuous Short Stories

1. Altar

Hi,

This will be a non-fanfic short story collection. I hope you will enjoy it ♥

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He left me standing at the altar 5 years ago, so why the fuck was he standing in front of me today?

Let me take you back to 2018. My now ex-fiancé Virgil proposed to me. It was super romantic, like one of those extravagant video proposals you see on social media.

Of course, I said yes. I fucking loved that man to pieces. He was the ultimate dream package. Dark hair, hazel green eyes, tanned skin, a panty-dropping smile, and the sexiest personality coupled with wealth.

We planned our wedding over the course of a year. Everything in my life was perfect as I walked down the aisle to say yes to the man of my dreams. But instead of the runaway bride, it was the runaway groom. He ran away and left me at the altar.

Friends and family pitied me. Other people gossiped about me. I wanted to disappear from the face of the earth. It took me two damn years to rebuild my life piece by piece after he left me in ruins.

I hated his guts with every fiber of my being. My stomach turned as I was forced to look him in the eye.

"Hi, Laila." He broke the silence, his voice silky smooth.

An icy chill ran down my spine as I heard his voice again after so long.

"What do you want?" I gritted my teeth. If he was expecting a warm welcome, he was in the wrong place.

"Not even a hello?" He pouted, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he watched me.

My hands balled into fists, my breathing uncontrollable as I pierced him with my eyes. This man has always had the nerve, but now he was really taking it to the extreme.

"I am busy, so say what you want."

"I came here for your business," he explained with a grin creeping onto his lips.

"You need driving lessons?" I asked, furrowing my brow.

He nodded. "Yup."

My anger was replaced by confusion as I looked at him. Was he trying to make a fool of me? He had a driver's license and about 10 cars in his garage.

A sneer escaped my mouth. "Stop playing."

"Laila, I am not playing. I need driving lessons and the court sent me to you," he explained.

The court sent me drunk drivers who had hit a person. "What the fuck?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

He watched as various emotions ran across my face. The remaining one was something between anger and disbelief.

He could not possibly have killed anyone, could he? Or was it a hit-and-run? He knew the hit-and-run part very well.

"No, I did not kill anyone. I accidentally hit a lady. She's fine, but I will not get my license back if I do not take new driving lessons," he explained as he looked at me.

I looked at him in disgust. I hated drunk drivers and had made it my life's mission to educate them on the consequences it could have on the lives of others. One of my best friends was in a wheelchair for life because of a drunk driver.

"So?" he asked, looking impatient.

"Do you have the papers from the court?"

He handed me a file.