You Are Mine

Chapter 4

Ex can fucking not be the next again. Ex cannot be the next again. HE is my EX and he cannot be my NEXT again!
I said this like mantra sitting on the comfiest bed of my life, where one could clearly see the Eiffel Tower from window. The man booked one off the expensive hotel. And I stayed the whole night with him. On the same bed. That’s a different story that I felt as if I was sleeping on fire and couldn’t sleep at all, until my eyes shut hard and went to sleep mode.
But worst I kissed him.

Day before coming here, I broke down at him stating… “Never fucking show your face here again! Sign got danm resign letter and fuck off. With that extra ordinary profile of yours you will get into any top literary agency! Hell, shift to a fucking different state!”
I started biting my fingers with no idea about the fuck happening and I’m doing. Nothing seems to go as per my plans!

“Morning Princ-

“We need to talk.” I cut in. Hearing his manly voice made me come out to the present.
I don’t where he came into the picture as I was busy cursing myself. But he stood there with a box full of strawberries and raspberries! Yum!
“I’m all ears.” He brought my attention to his sunny eyes again. Reminding me about the urgency.
“We can fucking not get back together. Like we really can’t.” I spoke my brain out finally. He already made me suffer, I don’t wanna suffer more once we go back to our normal routine. Also, he is my assistant, and it will ruin things in our small agency for both of us! And I’m so not willing to put that up all on stake. Not even after when he dumped me two years ago. Saying I am incompatible. And took his peace away! I HATE HIM SO MUCH. I SHOULDN’T FORGET THAT.

He looked at me, carefully, as if that was not, I was supposed to say, “ohkay…” And just like the diplomatic man he is. He spoke up choosing his selective word.

I sighed. Blowing away the desire I felt last night of sucking his soul out, “Mateo Jonnes. I don’t want this” my right hand went to and fro from pointing at him to me, as his brows raised up, he need more clarification on whatever I was saying.
I took a long deep breath, “We can’t be together again. So, the…k-kiss was the first and last thing happened between us. You are my boyfriend just at this wedding thing, alright. And once we are alone, you are my nothing, we are nothing. Got it”. And just as I expected, he didn’t do any shit like a usual man would. He stood there silently still processing whatever I said. Holding the box of berries delicately.

“So fake dating, is what we are doing. Is it?” he concluded. After a long pause. With emptiness in his eyes.
What a cheap way to claim whatever this is. “Yes. Fake dating. No hard feelings attach. At all.”
“Okay.”
Did he just say, okay…? Did I hear it right? “What- did you just said OKAY?” I reconfirmed. And he nodded in approval.

This is so irritating. I didn’t think it would be. But the emptiness I demanded is eating me from inside now. I chewed my own lips from irritation. But just like him, his stubborn phone decided to beep up loud on the oak coffee table. Creating the vibrating sound to pull you out from your thoughts. 
But thanks to his phone I took in the lavish interior of this place, the room screamed typical rich French mob book style. “How much did this cost you?” I asked, looking up at his ceiling which had modern chandelier on. And the wooden floor had expensive Turkish rug beneath the bed. And everything felt straight coming out from Pinterest.

“I don’t remember.” He said, walking towards the oak coffee table on which his phone rested, keeping the box of berries on it.
Liar. He remembered every single tiny detail from 2 years ago but doesn’t remember the amount he paid for this room.
“By the way.” His words pulled me out from my complaints, as I carefully looked at what he has to say, “get ready for ‘volley on the beach’ game where groom and bride team will be there. Rules are changed but fun unlimited.” He read the text which prolly came on his whatsapp on the stupid wedding group.