..Out of the Blue ..💙

33. G@**r than I thought

  Zoya’s POV

Just like that, she left—walked out to the balcony and lit a cigarette. She's blowing smoke... instead of me.

Why do I want her touch so badly? I need to find someone to fuck me. This whole sexual tension is eating me alive. Do I need to talk to her? She did say it was just sex. Maybe it was a one-time thing.

Yet... I didn’t even get to see her—what she’s like, how she’d moan, how she’d whisper my name. How would it feel to run my hands over her abs, to kiss them, to taste her?

Damn. Why am I fantasizing about her? This was all just a mistake. But why would she do it? It’s not uncommon for me to make reckless decisions, but her? The most composed woman I know? Why would she do it if it meant nothing?

She didn’t even let me touch her. That’s gotta mean something, right?

I stepped outside.

She was still there, smoking—she felt my presence, I could tell—but she didn’t care enough to even acknowledge me. Or maybe she was just pretending not to see.

"Monica..."

"Yes?"

Her voice was flat, unreadable.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because I wanted to stop. I hope you can accept a no."

Just that? I clenched my jaw. I won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.

"So it meant nothing to you? The kisses? Sleeping with me the other night? All of that—was just nothing?"

"It was sex. Now it’s over. We’re done. Am I clear?"

"But why?" I pressed.

"Because I told you—you were available." "So now what? I’m not available anymore? Or you just don’t want me?"

She didn’t answer.

"No," was all she said.

Ouch. That stung.
Fuck her. If she doesn't want to acknowledge what happened or even talk about it, why the hell am I standing here pouring my heart out?

What was I even thinking?

This too shall pass. This will pass, Zoya. This will pass.

I whispered it like a mantra as I walked back to my room.

I twisted to both sides, tried to shut my mind, but her face wouldn't disappear. I took a deep breath.

This isn't new. Heartbreak isn't new to me. First Rishi... then the betrayal, finding out Athena isn’t even mine. So why does this matter?

It was a mistake.

And I’m done with this family.

I just need to finish college, get a good job, and move the hell out of here. It’s suffocating. This whole family is suffocating.

But that bitch—she’s the only one to ever reject me. She’s got some serious guts.

________________ ⏩ Fast Forward

It’s the first day of uni. I’m stepping into my final year.

I didn’t think I’d make it. I thought I’d have to redo the entire course, but Monica—yeah, she handled all the paperwork. Fixed everything. I hate that it was her, but I’m also relieved.

Now I can finally do something decent with my life.

We haven’t spoken since. We don’t acknowledge each other anymore. Honestly? Maybe it’s better this way. I need to swallow that night and move on.