Hurricane of Desire- {An arranged marriage mafia romance.}

One.

CHAPTER 1.

Lana.

    "It's not me, its you." I bitterly recall Brian's words. Who the hell even says that? At least not this version, because definitely he can't be saying I was the problem. I've been everything to him. A loving sweet and reliable girlfriend. I never asked too many questions. I never pined too much.

Except that had been one of his complaints too. "You're too detached L. You don't pine after me enough. I need a woman who would break to see me away from her."

What a cold hard narcissistic thing to say to anyone.

What did I even see in Brian anyway? Tears spring at the corners of my eyes. I had loved him, and deep down I don't even know if I've stopped loving him or not. He doesn't love you, Lana. My mind whispers at me, as I down another glass of vodka. He never did.

That didn't mean it hurt any less. Brian had been my boyfriend for two years. Two whole years spent with a jerk who didn't even deem it fit to tell me he'd lost his feelings for me before I caught him in bed with another woman. Our neighbor nonetheless.

God! I'll have to move out of there. Leave that god-damned neighborhood before I die of shame. Everyone would know. Everyone would know my boyfriend had cheated on me and then broke up with me before I had the chance to do so. What a jerk!

    "Ma'am, I think you've had more than enough for tonight." The bartender throws a look of sympathy my way before reaching for the empty cup in front of me. I hate his pity, because deep down I know that they're all the same. He'll act like he cares but I know all he wants is to get into my pants. It's all they ever want, still it doesn't keep them does it?

I hate how weak I feel about this. Brian cheated on me! I caught him. I am the victim here not the other way round. He didn't have the right to throw such hurtful words at me despite being the slimy cheat.
How dare him call me a cold bitch. My mind involuntarily trails back to the conversation I had with Brian earlier.

    "This isn't my fault, Brian. It's not my fault you cheated on me." I want to scream, but I'm trying not to. It's so infuriating getting this silly fact into his head when I literally just caught him red-handed.

    "I know you're mad, L. But you need to calm down. You'll attract the neighbors." Calm down? Oh, but I am perfectly calm. He does not know the kind of hell I could raise.
Instead of saying anything, I tuck my hands and fold them into my shoulders, causing my shirt whose top three buttons were left open to stretch back and reveal the upper part of my cleavage. His eyes don't miss the movement and he actually has the nerve to stare down at it.

I have the irresistible urge to smack his face and leave a brutal mark but I don't. I'm not violent like that. I don't hit people. That's not who I am, so instead I wait for his eyes to meet mine and make sure he can see the disgust clear as day in my eyes.

    "Look, this doesn't have to be that bad, L. It's not like I don't still love you. I do, I just got bored of you for a little while and decided to try the waters with Sasha. Why don't we take this as a little break? " I flail my hand up. A little break? What does he mean by that?
Does he really think I'll come back to him after catching him with another woman?

Still I can't help but blurt out. "Does it mean you're going to end things with her and never see her again?" I don't even know why I'm asking him this. I won't tolerate a cheater no matter how much I might love him. I vowed to never do that.

Not to my surprise, a look of horror flashes over his eyes. "No." He says quickly before he realizes himself. "I mean, I'm sorry L, but what Sasha and I have is beautiful. I don't want to lose you, but I don't want to lose her either. That's why I'm asking that we take a break. I'll be with Sasha while you wait for me, okay? I need this break, L."