BEAUTIFUL TWISTED LIES |18+

CHAPTER EIGHT

ALENA

After Nicholas drops me off at my apartment, I decide to go into the café for a quick pick me up before having to pack and get ready. I walk in and I am greeted with the familiar scent of brewing coffee and pastries and my nerves calm down significantly.

I walk up to the counter and place my order of a café latte. I can't even eat because of my nerves. I take a seat and wait for my order when I see Jamie. He tends to a customer and soon approaches me

"Hey Collie" he says greeting me. He always has a new nickname for me every week. "What's with that one now?" I ask as he takes a seat with me.

"Well, yesterday you were dressed in the fluffy coat and it reminded me of the dog you know", "Oh so now you're comparing me to a dog?" I ask in a playful tone.

"A cute and fluffy dog, yes. Anyway how have you been?" that sends a wave crashing through my mind of my upcoming engagement, but I choose not to say anything.

"I've been okay. How have you been? How was your date? I forgot to ask yesterday when I was in here." He gives me an exasperated look

, "Not any good. He lied on his profile. He lives with his mom, has no job and is 5'3. No hate to him or whatever but he could have at least told the truth. He didn't even bring it up at all throughout dinner and every time I did, he made it seem like I was crazy." He blows out a rush of air.

"Man that sounds horrible. You'll find someone one day and that's a promise."

I finish up my coffee and look at my phone to see the time, 11:45am. I say a quick goodbye to Jamie and walk out. I have so much packing to do. Why couldn't he just let me keep living here. I know it would be weird for a newlywed couple not to live together, and I know I said I don't want to be one of those weird couples, but I can't stand the image of having to live with him.

Waking up knowing he's a couple of doors down or coming back home to find him there. My life has become a complete joke.
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I spend the next 3 hours packing up my belongings. Most of the big furniture pieces came with the apartment. So blankets, cloths, cutlery, all belong to me. I stand back to look at my boxes.

The life I had built for myself all packed away. I remember the feeling I felt months ago, only now I'm not as scared. I promised myself that coming here would open a new chapter for me. I promised myself I would be independent and build my own future, my dreams. I had it all planned out and now it feels like I'm letting myself down. It feels like I'm giving up on my dreams.

I don't let myself sulk or cry over it. I look at the time and decide it would be best if I started getting ready. That would leave me with enough time to look less, as my future husband would put it, 'tired'. Oh how did I get so lucky. 

After washing my hair and shaving in the shower, I get to my post shower routine and finally take a seat to do my hair. I decide that going with loose curls and my hair down would be my safest option here.

I look at the time, 4:45pm. I quickly get dressed in my floor length long sleeve tight fitted black dress. I pair it with some round toe leather sandal stiletto black heels.

I sit to do my make-up really quickly and decide to go with a red lip because I will need the confidence. I have always been doing my make-up from a young age. I would use it to hide bruises and as time went by, I grew to love it and became more creative with it.

Right as I finish with everything, my phone rings. I look at the screen and see the name flashed on the screen, Mr Vasilios. I should probably change it soon. "Hello", "Open the door" is all he says before he hangs up and a knock sounds at my door.

Por el amor de Dios.

I take my time heading to the door. I spray my perfume, take a quick look in the mirror and put on my shoes. Only then do I open the door. I am immediately attacked with his scent. The scent of strong oak and a hint of forest and all manly draws me in.
He is dressed in a dark charcoal grey shirt and black dress pants and formal shoes. He has on expensive watch on and I am still taken aback by him. He looks all manly, strong and handsome.

What the heck was that? Did I just think my asshole boss- ex boss was handsome? I need to get my head checked soon.
"What's wrong with you?" he asks and there is a very defined crease between his eyebrows.

All thoughts of him looking good fly out the window as soon as those words leave his month. MEN!

"Oh nothing much. I was thinking of going to walk my fish tonight." He gives me his no nonsense look that I've seen work so many times in the office but never on me and I think that makes him very mad which of course, I live for.

"Let's go Alena" he says as he turns his back away and leaves.

"Oh we're on a first name basis now? Nice" I say to his retreating back.

I take one last look at the first home I've had where I felt completely safe. I'm going to miss it. I turn off the lights and walk outside and get into Nicholas's car. Let's get this over I with. 

Spanish: for the love of God

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