Broken Trust

Chapter 8

"What's the point?" I knew it was out of nowhere, but seriously, him and I; what's the point?

"What do you mean?" he asked crossing his arms hugging his chest.

"Us. What's the point, the whole 10 days thing, you chasing me around the hotel room. Wanting me to stay the night with you last night. I don't get it. Why me? Why not some other girl at Las Vegas." I just didn't understand this whole scenario.

"Why not you? You have everything, the looks, the smartness, funny, kind, talented. Lillian... I am in love with you." Okay, I went too deep into the threshold.

I looked at him in disbelief with my lips pursed. First off, we barely know each other, I don't know his family, I don't know his dislikes or likes, and he doesn't even know mine. He doesn't know what I absolutely despise or am in love with. I think he is just in love with my body.

"You don't mean that." I pointed at him.

"I do... but it's fine if you don't want to believe me." he told me calmly.

"I just don't understand." I whined. I don't get it, I seriously don't. Why of all the women in the world, it's me.

He just stood there with no emotion and that just made me even more conflicted. I couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Need I remind you; we are literally having this conversation in the middle of the hallway in a New York Hotel.

"I'm going, I can't do this." I threw hands at him while walking away towards the elevator. And when I saw the automatic doors slowly about to shut, John stopped it. To where now he is in the elevator with me. Us. Alone.

"I understand you may want me, but I just don't get it." I looked ahead of me, and all I heard was silence.

"Well, you should. You need to understand that you are an amazing person. I can make you understand that. I can remind you every second of everyday that you are truly an amazing, beautiful, intelligent human being. Who is going to have ginger babies running around our house." He looked down at me deep in the eyes.

Yeah, yes, I have ginger hair, but I prefer to call it Auburn. Because of the fact I hate being a ginger.

I tried to hide my smile and I know he noticed, so I smiled slightly anyways, and he smirked back at me.

"I can see self-hate in your eyes, you are not confident in who you are." his voice was low and soft, mesmerizing. A very weird way to describe his voice, yes, I know, but I really didn't care at the moment.

"I see us getting married, making love at night, having children running around having a resemblance of us." I heard the elevator suddenly ding.

"It's a little too early for that, we met like 2 or 3 days ago, and you are thinking about getting married, having children, having a whole freaking future with me." I said in hesitation.

I spotted Alex sitting on one of those comfy chairs.

I heard John sighing behind me.

"Look, you're crazy about me. I get it, I love it in fact, I adore it, I do. I just- it's going too fast, you telling me all of these things you want with me in the future already, is just too much... And very random." I told him. I saw sorrow in his eyes, more like regret.

The man just told me he is in love with me. That is a strong word. Easy to be faked, hard to not fake it. 

John really got to me there, and there was no possible way that he actually loves me. We have only known each other for like 3 days.

Who falls in love with someone in 3 days?
Well supposedly, John did.

"Hey Alex, I am ready when you are." I sighed looking down at him, slouching in the chair that he is sitting in.

"'Bout time." he replied in a cold manner.

"Come on... Alex, you don't need to worry about that guy, I have it under control." I told him.

"Sure, you do, he has you wrapped around his little finger. There's something about him I don't trust." He walked past me, all purposefully intimidatingly and strong.

I wondered what he doesn't trust about him.

***

We walked around the sidewalks for a while, looking for just simple tiny stores to rummage through.

The smell of hotdogs filled the air, I saw steam in the air further into the distance, sounds of cars flying by, heels clacking against the concrete, people muttering about their day or what they have to do.

The senses of New York are absolutely fascinating and I love it. New York is my dream place. It might be crowded, and there may be lots of bad places, but you cannot pass up on the scenery.