Alex and Derek

Alex & Derek - Part 1

​Alex

I love you were the last words I said to Derek before I walked out of his life. It hurt like hell to walk away from him, but could he blame me? I get it we were both young, but he was stupid, he never stood up for me when his mother would degrade me more importantly, he didn't have a damn back bone, his mother influenced and dictated his life decisions. A grown man shouldn't let his mother take over his life. I moved back to Atlanta knowing we would run into each other soon enough, but I didn't think it would be tonight. I see him before he seen me, it was Atlanta's 20th annual Black Film Festival Award Ceremony, and this was the social mixer before the event, and here we are standing across the room from each other, ignoring each other as if five years ago we didn't have the most intoxicating relationships that has ever been manifested. What the hell was he doing here? Usually around this time of the year his mother whisked all 5 of her kids away to some god-awful family event.

I felt his gaze from across the room, I know he was looking at the black backless cocktail dress I decided to wear to the award ceremony. Since I moved back, I have not had the opportunity to go out and enjoy the city life and, I don't know I thought maybe tonight I might catch someone's eye I didn't think it would be Derek Mitchell's.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before," the man in front of me said smiling at me.

I forgot his fuckin name; I was too busy thinking about ways to continue to avoid Derek tonight.

"It's been some time; I haven't visited Atlanta in over 5 years."

"Well, I'm glad you're here because how else would I have met the most beautiful woman in the state?" I laughed out loud, kinda cute but definitely corny. Okay, he can take my mind off Derek.

As if my thoughts summoned him, I see Derek from the corner of my eye place down his drink and make his way over. Fuck. I have two options I can lean in and pull the man away, but I don't need him thinking I'm giving him any ass tonight especially if he turns out to be corny. Or I can just act like an adult and confront Derek. Just when I was getting ready to pull Sir Corny into a mini embrace Derek was already near my table.

"Alexandra," he said in that smooth husky voice of his. Get it together girl he's the enemy

I look up at him and tilt my head to the side, "Derek? Oh my gosh, Derek Mitchell! How are you?" I hug him as if he were a church friend instead of the man who taught me the best way to breathe through my nose while getting throat fucked. I could see the distance pained him; good I hope it did.

"Good to see you Alex, what brings you to Atlanta let alone to this award ceremony?"

"I'm the director of public relations for the company. I got hired in January."

"So, you been in town for over six months and didn't think to look me up?"

This man has got some fucking nerve, did he own Atlanta? Well, his family technically did own half of the real estate properties in the city but still. I look at Sir Corny and give him an apologetic look.

"it's okay beautiful, I'll let you handle this catch me after the event and if you don't go to the after party here's my phone number." He hands me his business card with his personal number listed, I smile at him and give him a real hug.

I look back at the man in front of me and wonder if I was mature enough to let this be a simple interaction.

"I'm sorry was I supposed to?"

'Yea, you were, I mean you owe me that."

"I don't owe you a damn thing Derek. You can go to hell for all I care." I have to walk away before I throw my drink in his face.

"Okay slow down. I'm sorry." He says as he gently grabs my wrist and pulls me closer.

Great, now I smell him, and he smells better than he looks. Compose yourself we hate him remember.

"Please let me go Derek, I am at a work event and would hate for anyone to get the wrong impression."

He looks down at me and I feel his dick pushing through his pants, if I didn't have any self-control, I would have moaned right there in the ballroom, but I do so I decide to look away.

"No."

He bends down and speaks low enough for only me to hear, "the last thing you said to me was you loved me."

"Yea well now I hate you." I replied. I felt the way his breath caressed my neck as he chuckled.

"Right, I bet. Are you going to call him?" He asks pulling the business card from my hand.

"Yes, actually he was really sweet."

"Mmmm," he says as he lets me go and rips the business card in two and puts it in his pocket.

"No, you're not."

"Fine, I'll find him again after the event and leave with him. Now if you'll excuse me, I have more things to do. Afterall, this is a work event." Truthfully, I was off, but I knew if I stayed near this man any longer all he had to do was say three words and I would be in a dark corner, on my hands and knees getting the best sex I've ever had in my life. Probably why I stuck around longer than I should have.

I make my way around him, and he grabs my wrist again, this time a bit firmly.

"Derek, if you want your arm to remain permanently attached to you, I suggest you stop grabbing me like you own me."

I see the amusement pass through his eyes and the slight smirk on his lips, I really want to slap him. He inches closer to me and dips his head and whispers,

"I owned your heart and your body before. You are and have always been mine, you left me, and I was a fool to let you go. I even tried looking for you but now that you're here... I see it as a sign, I believe in second chances. I will put in the work and prove to you that I've changed."

I couldn't help it; I don't know why I did it, but I did. I slapped the hell out of Derek Avant Mitchell, in the middle of a work event. I slapped him so hard he let me go. Thank goodness we were close to the back of the venue or else there would've been a scene.

"You don't deserve any part of me. Go to hell Derek, oh and by the way the reason why you couldn't find me was probably because I didn't want you to. I was pregnant, and I lost the baby. Don't you ever talk to me or touch me ever again in your life because where were you, Derek? You looked for me... yea right. You weren't there then and will never be there. You're not a man, you're a puppet that is easily controlled by his mother."

I scurried away from the him and nearly sprinted towards the exit, I'll have my assistant Bianca handle whatever PR disaster that arises. I walk towards valet and give him my ticket as I wait for my car. I never wanted to relive the nightmare of having my body go through the miracle and hell that is pregnancy just to have complications in my last trimester. The therapy I had to go to because I couldn't get through it and where was the father? Somewhere in Atlanta probably being a manwhore or listening to every damn word his overbearing mother had to say. Should I have told him? Maybe I should have, I would have told him eventually, maybe... if the baby made it.

I look down at my hands and realize I'm shaking. God, I hate that man. The valet driver finally arrives with my car and I let out the biggest breath ever and drive away.