Dancing with the Devil || Book 2

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Diya's pov
I was shaking as I thought about what to do. I threw his phone on the ground, causing another customer to stare at me like I was unhinged. Little did she know- this was me being calm. I held my shoulder bag tightly, making a swift exit so I could cry my eyes out.

I heard some people whispering and probably gossiping about the CEO being a heartbreaker. I was too angry to even care about what people thought.

I felt like I could murder him. I felt like murdering her.

I urgently rushed to a liquor store down the street to buy a bottle. I did not want to think at all.

I bought a cheap champagne bottle and took extra time in the store to make sure Theo would be long gone from the cafe. After forty minutes or so, I checked out. I wouldn't know the exact time because I shut my phone off. Fuck that "find my friends" feature. I would go absolutely feral if I saw him ever again. That fucking cheating piece of shit.
I had already been sipping from my bottle but the cashier didn't seem to mind. It's like the perv wanted to see me shit faced.

I held my bottle in a bag tightly along with my heels, tearing up as I walked on the sidewalk. I didn't know what to do or where to go- my whole life was built around Athello.

HIS daughter was practically my kid. HIS company was my workplace. Our mutuals all worked for HIM. My car is HIS. Our home is HIS home. I spiraled as the tears swelled in my eyes.

A car pulled up slowly, the window rolling down. I backed up in fear, realizing that I potentially had a stalker on the loose.

"Diya?" Elias smiled with a cig between his lips. I wiped my face in embarassment. I was hoping he didn't notice that I was drunk.

"elias. Hi"

He could tell something was off so he nodded to his passenger seat.

"Wanna hop in? I'll take you where ever you need to go"