Chapter 19- ' When will I catch a break!'

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I was getting frustrated as hell, I must have checked my watch over twenty times and to no avail, I watched every tick like I was counting sheep after six, after seven and now it had gotten to 8:00 pm.

I sat in the restaurant of the hotel for practically two hours! This was Ludacris, What was I thinking? Was this a test because I was about to fail! I threw the napkin down mumbling while getting up to leave but before I could finish my rage I was approached by a waitress. "Ms. Foster?", "What!" I snapped with anger evident "I'm sorry" I apologized because she seemed startled, "You have been requested at room 420 the hotel condo suite, here is your key". I stared at her outstretched hand then back at her face, I once again wore my 'what the fuck look. I glanced over to Pablo that seemed so at home, I took the key and moved towards the elevator.

Finally, it stopped and the doors opened, the view was breathtaking, I could see the entire skyline from here It's a stunning vista, and in that instant, I became momentarily paralyzed by it. Wow. I basked. "Beautiful isn't it?" I was pulled back from my gaze suddenly but I couldn't face it, it brought back memories I knew that voice, I was hurt by that voice, slowly I spun to face it in shock ........... "Nastacijah", He slowly strolled toward me and my reaction followed soothe as I stepped back, leaning in he gave me a kiss on my cheek, I couldn't help my flinch.

"You look stunning" He sounded a bit stern as he spoke. I never knew how to respond or what to say, I just stood staring, I had not seen him in so long that I wish he had stayed forgotten. "Why am I here!? what do you want?", he smiled "Would you like a drink, Tequila Maybe?" I smirked "No thank you, I don't fraternize with the enemy" I spat, "Oh" he snickered "I'm the enemy now?" I was getting flustered at the ambush. "What do you want!?" he looked in his glass as if it was a magic ball, "How did you know I was here?" I asked masking all feelings "I saw you on your lonesome and thought you needed a friend" I snickered slightly as he inched closer, "Or maybe a replacement since your 'date' stood you up!" he glared at me from head to toe. "It was business" I replied "If you say so.... Jack Daniels on the rocks?" he continued "Thanks..." I needed the drink now, I once again glanced at my watch, it felt like the longest 20 mins of my life! How long was he watching me? was he supposed to be my meeting or was this a chance encounter? Ryan was my ex-fiance' and everything I never wanted in a man. He was possessive, abusive, and spiteful. I needed to get out before I lose my shit and what's worst I left Pablo in the lobby! "Ryan this has been a slice of heaven, taking the glass, but I really have to go, I have an 8 o'clock that I might miss", "Really now!?" he commented. I felt uneasy, iI emptied the contents and stretched the glass to him while he stood staring at me with a demented look on his face. "Sit" he commanded, "Excuse me? I'm leaving now", Before I could make a complete turn he had hit the glass from my hand, sending it clear across the room, and smashing it into pieces, I was terrified, "What's so pressing Ness? You've been here 20 minutes and all you want to do is run?", "I'M NOT RUNNING!" I shouted, "I want you back Ness, be my wife again please, I'm going crazy without you, can't you see!?" he pleaded forcefully. "That's your problem, I'm not possession!!!! I have a meeting to get to" I watched as he crossed the room slowly like he was tormented, then his phone rang. As he stopped to answer, I got up grabbed my purse, and headed for the door but my actions were thwarted as I felt him grabbing my arm, I started pulling but he held on so tight. "You're hurting me Ryan" I declared but to no avail "We're you going Ness!?" he looked possessed I stared from my hand to his eyes then back again with disgust. "You know my hand is mine so do me a favor and let me go...You ruined your chance.. Goodbye Ryan" I said as I tugged on his grasp and headed for the elevator. I couldn't read his face as his expression now changed, he stood watching as I entered.

I couldn't show fear but I was secretly dying. I waited for the doors to close, I held my composure, then I braced myself against the steel box with a sigh of relief. What did I do to deserve this? My life was fine.

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