Fate's Chance 2

3

I sat in the backseat of the car quietly as my chauffeur drove with ease. After running out of that restaurant as fast as I could, I immediately contacted Enriqué, my chauffeur, to come pick me up as fast as he humanly could. If I wasn't saved from that nightmare back there, I'm pretty sure I would've ruined Jade and Jaden's night

The more I ponder on what just happened, the rush of different emotions narrow down to one, pissed. So this is why every around me acted as if they knew something I didn't. Why didn't anyone tell me? Why didn't Jade give me a heads up so that I could mentally prepare myself? I'm so mad at her for pulling something like this. So mad that I'm not even gonna apologize for leaving her party so abruptly.

"Enrique take me to 4893 Fifth avenue please then you can go home"

"Yes ma'am."

This has to be the most shadiest thing she has ever done to me. Even though we are practically sisters, I don't expect her to tell me everything but this.....this is something you shouldn't keep a secret. Like I feel as though I was the laughing stock of the night and I hated feeling this way. I needed a distraction before I started to cry for the umpteenth time

I just...I just can't believe he was there. Right in front of me, before my eyes. I never thought I'd cross paths with him again in this huge city but I was wrong. Why did it not cross my mind that he would be involved in his best friend Jaden's wedding? It completely slipped my mind.

And I hated the look on his face when he saw me. As I stared into his eyes, I saw nothing. Not a glimpse of remorse, regret or even sympathy for damn near breaking my phone. Again.

Ugh what an asshole. I seriously can't even stand to be near him. I hate Justin Bieber.

"We've arrived Miss.Jones, let me grab the door for you—"

"No it's fine I got it, thanks Enriqué. Drive safe." I stated opening the door and climbing out of vehicle, landing carefully on my high heels that I now regret wearing. After shutting the door, I waved goodbye ensuring that I was good from this point on.

As I stumbled to the front door, I checked my makeup in my compact mirror to make sure my lashes were still glued on after allowing a tear of two trickle down my face.

Well at least I don't look like how I feel. I still looked bomb so I guess this night isn't too bad.

I knocked three times on his front door, just as I always did, waiting for it to swing open at any second. Just then, it did.

"Well well well" He smiled leaning against his doorframe dressed in just a pair of plaid pajama pants. I crossed my arms over my chest in annoyance seeing him smirk. I swore the last time I was here, that it would actually be the last time but here I was. Standing before him again giving him the satisfaction that he didn't deserve

"I thought you wasn't coming by tonight?"

"Looks like you thought wrong" I shrugged pushing past him and welcoming myself in.

"Oh please, come in.." He chuckled shutting the door as I kicked my heels off. They were killing me and I couldn't take another step in them. "You look beautiful, as usual" he stated as he lead us to his large living living room. I took a seat as I smirked up at him

"I know...can you get me a drink?"

"Long night?" I watched as he made his way over to his little bar which had a wide range of different alcohol beverages. He had everything from wine to vodka and every other alcohol you could think of basically. I always wondered why he had so much but never questioned it