Arabella Acacia Martin had been in love with him for as long as she could remember but it was her forbidden love. Why you may ask? He was her best friend's boyfriend.
After 5 years, they cross each other's path yet again. Are things going to change...
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Mother always says, 'Never let anyone know how you feel, Ari. Mask it with layers of the finest makeup and an elegant smile. A powerful woman shall never reveal her next move.'
So I did that. I masked my inner turmoil behind a phony poker façade that no one could ever read. Elena calls it my psycho face. And no, the term she meant was not short for 'psychopath or psychotic'; it was for 'psychologist.' It was partially true, because I had learned to have immaculate control over showing my emotions.
I was in a trance, unable to think clearly about the carnage unraveling before my eyes. One moment, everyone was on the floor dancing the night away while Travis was taking advantage of the movement and capturing me, and on the other, the music stopped, making the room a pin-drop silence with only Leila's surprise scream echoing throughout the floor seconds before Kai's fist rammed a punch in Travis's face.
Kai isn't the type who would get angry often, if at all. But that didn't mean people weren't intimidated by him. His rage was raw and intense but not violent. However, something about this night was different, something about him, something about this night. His fist had blood traces, his blue eyes had black signs of a tornado, his jaw clenched suddenly, and a muscle leaped in his neck veins.
All my anxiety and fear rushed to the surface, which I had been trying to tame until I was alone. I wasn't scared of Travis. Fear was the last thing I felt for him. It was more like disgust that crawled through my veins and was ready to emerge as bile. And with that, the legs ran before they would give up.
I ran to the nearest toilet I could find, practically ripping my heels so I could kneel beside the bowl, and the sec my heels were off, I retched the disgust in my gut in the toilet. My eyes matched the burn in my throat. I heard a distinctive tapping of heels approaching, and with each step getting closer to me, I didn't need to look up to see who it was; the cologne gave away the intruder's identity.
My whole body tenses; however, I keep my gaze on my lap as I'm still on my knees in front of the toilet. Embarrassed and anxious, I couldn't help but think about what to say. If he asks, I might say everything that's happening inside my head now, but I wish I didn't have to speak a single word.
"I knew I shouldn't have left you alone." He grits his teeth and reaches out to brush my hair out of my face, but takes a step back as I involuntarily flinch.
For a second he looks like I've slapped him
"It's not that, I just look like shit and I don't want to you to see me like that."
"Why?"
"Can't let the spark die, Vincent." He chuckles with amusement.
