Just Surviving (BWWM)

Chapter 19: Shots Fired

Bless your souls! I'm thinking about unpublishing this story for a short while for editing. I feel I need to ramp up the sophistication for you guys cuz y'all make me feel so special!! Meanwhile, y'all can turn your attention to Groundless. I'm really going all out with that story, trying as hard as I can. Thank you so much and here is the next chapter.

Chapter 19: Shots Fired

"Mía?"

I broke into a cold sweat. My eyes widened and my hands trembled while simultaneously gripping tighter onto some ritzy fabric. It only came to mind when Kostas held my chin between his two fingers, directing my attention towards him, that it was his sleeve I had in a death grip.

"You're turning pale." His facial features developed into a worried expression, his sexual movements long stopped.

"I-I..." My eyes shifted back to the area where I last saw my two best friends. I see they've vanished and with the way Kostas has got my face in a hold, I could barely move around to see where they went.

"Come on, I think you've drank too much," he says, moving his hands to my shoulders and leading me back to our lounge.

As we climbed up the stairs my eyes continued to frantically search the room but to no avail. I could have sworn I saw them and I'm positive it wasn't the alcohol or my wild imagination. I wasn't even tipsy. So what was Jazmyn doing bringing Titus of all people here? To another country? My fiancée's country? To our bachelor/bachelorette party? The night before my wedding day?

What is she thinking?

I take a deep breath as I continued to avert my eyes from Kostas'. He hardly noticed as he waved a waitress over, ordering a glass of water. After, she went off to do as she was told and Kostas remained right next to me running his warm hands over my arms. He was trying to comfort me.

Oh, trust me you won't think about comforting me if what I think is gonna happen happens...

He sighs. "Come on, Mía, tell me what's wrong."

I'm quiet.

"...do you want to leave?"

I look into his face, almost shaking my head. If they were still around the entrance and bar area, I did not want to leave. That was chancing an encounter between the man I was going to marry and the man who I'm 60% sure is still in love with me. Certainly nothing amicable would come out of this meeting.

"Then what do you want me to do?" He asked attentively, not even leaving his eyes off me when the waitress returned with my water.

"Here," he mumbled. "Take small sips."

I did as he said. My eyes wearily closing as I complete the action. His large calloused hand gently massaging heat into my back and the fresh coolness of the water slowly being swallowed down my throat calmed me to an extent.

When I lifted them back open all the air left out of me. Jazmyn stood in front of us. And Titus was climbing up the last three steps into our section.

Jazmyn's face was contorted with uncertainty as she stared into my face. "M-Mía..." She greeted. Her eyes' gaze slides over to Kostas, whom can only manage to stare back questionably.

The glass of water was placed on the table.

"Jazmyn." My own voice almost disappeared when the expressionless, handsome, fair-skinned man made us hyper aware of his presence as he slowly stepped up behind her. His eyes were glowing full of things I couldn't possibly try to understand.

The cute nickname I gave him as a kid escaped my mouth as a shy whisper. "Ty..."

His eyes were unwavering on me while mines inevitably trembled with...I don't know. Guilt? No matter what I always seemed to feel that way when he's around. My sights glance on here, over there, to the bartender, looks down at the dancers, burns on Jazzy. I try to resist him.