Violeta threatened to kill me but I can't help the surge of happiness, making me smile to myself as I speed past the cars. 'Dile Que Tu Me Quieres' by Ozuna is blasting on my radio.
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I fall into bed. I'm ready to go to sleep. Today was a long day.
Just as my eyes begin to close, I hear a sudden knock on my door. Startled, I sit up to look who it is.
"Miss, Alejandro needs you," Claire, our household maid, says softly.
I always liked Claire, so I give her a half smile and nod. "I'll be right there, thank you."
She nods in understanding and closes the door.
I groan. Can't he have the decency to come up here and get me himself? Hesitantly, I get out of bed. I shiver at the sudden coldness. I cross my arms over me and walk out of the room.
The hallways are long and dimly lit. I feel my arms grow goosebumps under my fingertips. Turning the corner I am greeted by our big staircase. It's got two sides, made out of marble. It curves slightly and has a red carpet running through it.
I walk down the beautiful stairs. It's a shame I can't enjoy them like I should. I can't get passed the fact that Alejandro owns this. If it weren't for him I would be thriving in this house.
I turn and walk a few halls. I eventually reach the dining room. Alejandro is sitting at the far end. "What," I drop my arms at my sides, not wanting to seem even a bit vulnerable in front of Alejandro.
"That's not the way you should be greeting your fiancé," Alejandro narrows his eyes.
I shrug.
Alejandro tenses. "Tomorrow you'll be searching for a wedding dress. I've already arranged an appointment at a prestigious boutique."
I swallow harder. "Okay." I keep a poker face. Being reminded of the fact I'm still engaged was such a slap in the face after my last night in Cancun. I turn to leave.
"Y/n," he calls out.
I don't turn around but stop in my tracks.
"Just to let you know, I'll be rethinking your job." His voice almost sounds laced with a hint of wicked amusement.
This gets me to involuntarily turn around. "What?!" I walk closer to his chair. Work is the only way I see Kevin. "You can't do that! I don't need your permission. My dad said he'd take care of it-"
"Your dad says a lot of things, and they don't always seem to be true. Doesn't he?" Leans back in his chair, lighting a cigarette.
My thoughts feel as though they are starting to run a million miles. Money company dad Castillo email money me sold Alejandro.
"What?!" I started to feel claustrophobic, even in this large dining room.
"He didn't 'take care of it.' He simply practically begged for me to let you." He takes a long drag of the cig. With a big exhale he pushed the smoke in my direction.
The horrid smell makes me want to gag. It only brought unpleasant nostalgia. He's doing it on purpose.
Alejandro speaks again before I can think of anything to say. "The permission to keep working is still in my hands. With the way you've been acting recently, I'm not sure I like the idea of you making money."
"That way I've been acting??" I take a step back. I'm trying to avoid the scent of tobacco, but it feels like it's closing in on me.
"And the way you've been spending your money. Now that you've been getting a salary..." he pauses. "You spend your money looking like a whore."
I shake my head shocked. "I'm not understanding."
"I saw pictures of you in Cancun. I have to say, you do look beautiful." He pauses to take another drag of his cigarette. "But they saw more of your skin on that trip than I've seen in our whole engagement."
"You saw pictures?? Who took them-" I start to slightly panic. There's a good chance that if there are pictures, they were with Kevin.
"Who took them doesn't matter in the slightest, Y/n." He looks me in the eyes. "But, tell me, did you enjoy flaunting yourself in that red bikini? Or in that dark blue dress?" Alejandro's voice only grew angrier.
"I wore clothes I was comfortable in. I see no problem with that." I retort, getting more defensive.
"All those male colleagues... you left little to the imagination."
"Oh, will you shut up?!" I finally snap.
"Y/n." He tightens his fist. "That's no way to talk to"
"To your 'FiAnCe." I mock him before he's able to finish. "Cut it out with your bull shit. It's not like it was my choice."
This causes Alejandro to stand up abruptly. He gets all up in my face and blows a cloud of smoke into me. I have to hold back from coughing.
"I moved the wedding to next month." He grabs onto my arm, pulling me closer. I finally cough.
"W-what?!" I try to back away from the smoke. He's got me trapped with his grip. It stings my eyes and my throat.
"In a month, you'll be my wife. You'll be mine on paper then, too." He digs his nails into the tender flesh of my arm.
I wince. "I didn't agree to this!"
"No one is asking you to." He releases me harshly, causing me to stumble back.
I try to clear my throat and argue back but I can't. My mouth tasted horrible and my throat burned.
Alejandro walks away. I can tell by the way he carries himself that he is proud of himself. He thinks this is the way it's going to be for the rest of his life.
It just might be.
The large dining door shuts after he leaves. Forcing me again to face my thoughts alone. I can't get rid of someone in just a month. There's no way I'll be able to put him in jail in such little time. The bruise that will leave on my arm won't be enough. I can tell he's holding back because we aren't officially married yet. I shudder at the thought of what it would be like if we were.
I start to almost run to my room. I needed to get out. I needed to see him. I couldn't contact him all afternoon. I wonder how bad Violeta got. I need to see him. I'm terrified.
I burst open the door to my room and search frantically for my phone. I find it and immediately call Kevin. While it rings in my ear I gather my things and stuff them in my bag. I think briefly about running away, but that would be dumb. It's either be on the streets or let Alejandro track me down if I stay somewhere. Then it will be worse.
I just need to get out. I feel like the walls are closing in on me. Like the cigarette smoke. Like my life.
I'm not worried about just walking out the front door. Everyone is asleep by now and I'll just wipe the security cameras tomorrow. I'm out the door by the time Kevin picks up. "You answered!" I let out relieved, but I'm still paying attention to the volume of my voice.
"Y/n, que paso? Estas bien?" The sound of his voice instantly calmed me down.
My voice is still shaky, "I'm fine."
"I can tell you aren't-"
"Kevin. Just please can we meet up? Or are you too busy with your wife?" I had no guilt left in me. My life was practically over in a month, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
"She won't be for long.." he pauses momentarily. "Where are you? I'll pick you up."
I only look up from the ground when he asks this. I realized I had been walking aimlessly for a while now, without stopping.
"I'm not sure.." I examine my surroundings. I see the sign of a park. "Uh, I'll be at the park. The one near my house."
"You're outside? Alone?" He sounds more worried. I can hear the shuffling on the other side of the line.
"Stay on the line with me. I'm making my way over there right now okay?" It's his soft tone again.
"Okay."
I hear Kevin get in, what I assume is his car, and then he finally says, "Tell me what happened. Why are you in the park alone? It's like midnight."
I find a swing to sit at while I wait. I don't reply. I don't know if I should tell him in person.
"Y/n? You still there?"
Never mind, seeing his expression is going to hurt.
"I'm getting married in a month," I say numbly. I can't feel the need for tears to form, but none do.
Kevin stays quiet. He doesn't say anything for the next fifteen minutes but doesn't hang up. I also can't think of anything to say. There is no comfort I can provide. Any small change we had at being together has been crushed.
I see a car pull up. I look closer and see it's Kevin. I don't think. I just walk up to him and hug him. He wraps his arms around me tightly.
"Get in the car. You're freezing."
I do as he says and he starts driving. "Where are we going?" I ask.
"My house." He grabs my hand with his free arm.
"But Violet-"
"She's not home." He doesn't take his eyes off the road.
"Why?"
"She is being sent to a mental hospital." He says almost too calmly.
My eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Was she getting that bad-"
"She started attacking me the moment we got home... and I'm divorcing her."
Despite the fact I was soon going to be bound to live with Alejandro, it comforted me knowing Kevin wouldn't have to deal with a maniac like Violeta.
"Oh"
We pull up to Kevin's house. It's my first time here. It's next to a beautiful stream. It's got a warmer color pallet. A large running fountain adorned the front yard. I can't help but wonder what it would have been like to have Violeta's life. She wasn't necessarily ugly, and she was arranged with Kevin.
Once inside, Kevin leads me to the living room. I can tell none of the decorations are Kevin's pick. Seems like he isn't exactly trying to make this a home.
Kevin sits on the couch and holds his arms slightly open, a sign for me to crawl into them. Like always, I immediately do.
I can hear his heartbeat and smell atole. None of us speak. I'm hopeless and I sense he might be too. Right now I don't want to worry about whatever my 'next plan' will be. I just want to enjoy his embrace while I still can. Before I get my freedom stripped away from me.
His hand grazes my arm. I wince slightly as it goes over the bruise Alejandro left. Kevin immediately notices. "Are you hurt?" He asks.
I sit up straighter now. I don't want to make things worse, so I lie. "I'm fine, I just flinched."
Kevin's gaze is the soft one that I love, but it has a sad twist to it this time. His eyes almost look extra glossy. It pains me to see him like this. More than the stupid bruise on my arm does.
He leans forward while cupping my face. He plants a soft kiss on my forehead. I look at him as he backs away slightly. I internally scold myself. Despite the horrible timing, I wanted him. I didn't want to let go. Not just yet.
I lean back into him again. More aggressively than I've ever kissed him before. He's slightly stunned in the beginning but he goes along with it. It's not just lust anymore, at least not for me. I feel the need to attach myself and never let go. He feels too safe.
Kevin's hands land on my waist. He pulls me over onto his lap. He feels the kiss while holding me, making sure I stay still this time, though.
My hands feel around his neck. We finally part. I look at his neck and see his tattoo. 'Started with a promise'
I trace my finger over it. His Addams apple moving slightly. "What's this about?" I ask softly.
"It's about my father." His hands trace small circles along my back. Before I can ask what it means, he says, "Would you ever want a tattoo?"
I ponder for a moment. "Yeah," I trace my fingertip along the outline of his bigger tattoos.
"What would yours be about?"
"I'm not sure.. depends."
"On?"
"Whether or not I get married next month." I feel Kevin's hands tighten slightly around my hips.
"Y/n, about that-"
I jump at the sudden loud rustling of the keys. Kevin and I scramble off each other.
I hear Kevin murmur, "Why are we always the ones getting interrupted."
I have to say I agree. By now I know the drill. I run into the first room I encounter and lock the door. Kevin stays outside and I hear the front door open. If I lean against the door, I can hear what's going on outside semi-clearly.
"I know what you're hiding, son." It's Mr. Alvarez's voice.
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"So what..?" || Kevin Álvarez
Fanfiction"But he's married" "So what..?" You feel like you've already lived your entire life if nothing changes. Maybe being a pessimist didn't help but you were just being down to earth. In your dull life full of others making the decisions for you, what ha...
