Alpha Nasser

Chapter 16: the feeling of heart broken

I stood up and grabbed my bag, feeling defeated and disappointed. Sarah stayed quiet, her eyes fixed on something in the distance.

As I turned to leave, Sarah spoke up, "Emily, wait."

I stopped in my tracks, hesitant to turn around and face her. "What is it?" I asked, trying to keep the sadness out of my voice.

Sarah's expression softened as she reached out and grabbed my hand. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean for you to see that. I should have told you about Alpha's reputation before you got involved with him."

I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. "It's not your fault," I replied. "I should have known better. I just let myself get caught up in the moment."

Sarah squeezed my hand gently. "I know how that feels," she said. "But you're better than this, Emily. You deserve someone who will treat you with respect and honesty."

I nodded, grateful for Sarah's words of encouragement. "You're right," I said. "I need to focus on myself and my own happiness."

Sarah smiled. "Exactly. And if you need someone to talk to or hang out with, you know I'm here for you."

I smiled back, feeling a sense of relief. "Thanks, Sarah. I appreciate it."

We hugged each other tightly before I finally left the café. As I walked down the street, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and regret. But at the same time, I felt a newfound sense of strength and determination to move on and find someone who truly valued me.

As I walked out of the cafe, my mind was a jumble of emotions. I felt betrayed by Alpha, and the image of him with that other woman kept playing in my head. I needed to clear my mind, and what better way to do that than with a drink? I decided to head to the nearest bar, a small place with dim lighting and a cozy atmosphere. The sound of glasses clinking and laughter filled the air as I made my way to the bar counter.

I sat down on one of the stools, and the bartender came over to take my order. I asked for a glass of red wine, hoping it would calm my nerves. As I sipped on the wine, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through Alpha's mind. Did he even care about how his actions would affect me? Or was he too caught up in his own desires to think about anyone else?

As I sipped the fiery liquid, my mind raced with thoughts of Alpha and the mysterious woman. Who was she? Why was he with her? Did he ever care about me at all?

I couldn't help but feel like a fool for falling for his charm and his smooth words. I should have known better than to trust a man again, especially after what happened with Ethan.

But as the alcohol began to take effect, my thoughts became jumbled and my emotions heightened. I felt angry, hurt, and confused all at once.

Suddenly, a man sat down next to me and offered to buy me a drink. I looked at him skeptically, not in the mood to deal with another man's advances.

But something about him seemed familiar, and I realized he was the bartender from the cafe where I first met Alpha.

He must have sensed my mood because he didn't try to flirt or make small talk. Instead, he simply asked if everything was okay.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I explained the situation to him, and he listened attentively, offering words of comfort and understanding.

As the night wore on, I found myself opening up to him more and more. We talked about our past relationships, our dreams, and our fears.

It was a strange and unexpected connection, but I felt a sense of comfort and safety with him that I hadn't felt in a long time.

As I stood up to leave, the man got up too, and suddenly he was right in front of me, blocking my path. His breath smelled of alcohol, and his eyes were glazed over.

"I had a great time with you," he slurred, placing a hand on my waist.

I immediately felt uncomfortable and tried to take a step back, but he pulled me closer to him. "Wait, don't go just yet," he said, his grip tightening on my waist.

"I really should be going," I said, trying to pull away from him. But he didn't let go, and instead, he leaned in closer, his face only inches away from mine.

"I know you want this," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine.

My heart raced as I pushed him away, my voice shaking with anger. "No, I don't want this! Get away from me!"

But he persisted, grabbing my arm and trying to pull me closer to him. I struggled against his grip, feeling trapped and scared.

"Let me go!" I yelled, hoping that someone in the bar would hear me and come to my aid.

But the bar was noisy, and no one seemed to notice what was happening. My heart sank as I realized that I was alone, with no one to help me.

I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but his grip was too strong. I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I realized that I was in trouble.

Suddenly, a voice behind me interrupted us. "Hey buddy, let her go," the voice said, firm and authoritative.

The man turned around, surprised, and I took the opportunity to break free from his grip. I turned around to face my savior and was relieved to see that it was Alpha nasser.