Sweet Surrender (Book 2)

Broken Promises

"I wish i were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart."

– Julia Roberts

Stacey

Sh*t! What time is it?

I think I dozed off. The living room is still empty. The television is still going but not sure if how long have I slept my ass off in the couch. That Chinese food and wine didn't help me to stay awake.

I glance at the doorway and didn't find Tyler's coat and shoes. He must be out still. I grab my phone in the coffee table to check on the time.

1:30 in the morning! What! Where is he? He promised to be home before midnight. He's been out for a couple for hours now.

I checked my phone,

No missed calls.

Three text messages received.

'I just got here babe. The guys are almost drunk. Oh Yeah! I guess I won't be staying late tonight. ILY' This must be his reply when I asked him if he arrived at Harvey's safely.

'I can't leave the guys around babe, I'll be home in awhile. Kisses.'

'I think I'm a bit drunk babe. Had a couple of shots. I'm k.' I checked the time. The last text was sent past midnight.

I call his number. Answer Tyler. The call went to voicemail.

'Babe, where you at? It's past midnight.' I sent him a text just in case he's still sober enough to notice it. Should I go to Harvey's and check on him? I sigh. Then what Stacey? Act like a stalking girlfriend? Get a grip! I rub my face with my hands. I shouldn't be worried. But what if he's too drunk to drive? What if he's not there anymore and he's somewhere along the road? Had an accident? Oh God!

I call his assistant Jonathan. I know he's with them. He answers it on the third ring. Thank God!

'Hello?' His voice sounds deeper over the phone. I'm not even sure if it's Jonathan on the other line.

'Jonathan?'

'Yes? Who is this?' He asks in that familiar heavy accent. It's him.

'Stacey. This is Stacey McGuire. Is Tyler with you right now? Are you at Harvey's?' I sit up as I hear shouts from his end. Girls? I thought it's a guys night out? Of course I didn't ask if there are girls coming with them. I just thought.

'Miss Stacey. Y..Yes... Ty...Tyler is here...' Of course. Jonathan is drunk. What do you expect? Is Tyler drunk as well?

'Oh good. He's not answering his phone.. I thought...' My voice drifts off as I hear a girl shrieking on the other line....

"Come on Tyler! Body! Shots! Body shots baby!..Yeah! Another round you guys!!!!" I can feel my face heat up as I listen. No. That's not him fooling around. It's not Tyler. I try to convince my heart but my mind is saying it differently. He is definitely fooling around Stacey. Are you deaf?

'Miss Stacey... I... I think you should come get him. He's a bit drunk...' Jonathan says as I hear the noise fades. I think he moves out of the crowd and somewhere secluded so he can hear me better. Or maybe so I can hear him better.

'What the f*ck is happening there Jonathan!' I know I shouldn't be shouting at him but I cant help it. I feel frustrated right now. I know Tyler when he gets drunk. He loses it. But he never gets drunk without me. I should've went to Harvey's with him.

'Miss Stacey...'

'I'll be there in a few. Don't let him out of your sight Jonathan or I'll physically rip your eyes out of its sockets!' I shout angrily at him while I grab my coat and hurry outside to get a cab.

What happened to the man who promised to be home before midnight? I pray silently that he's not doing what I think he is doing. Oh God. Please, Don't. I stare blankly at the city lights. The streets are busy at Friday night.

It didn't take long for the cab driver to be at Harvey's. I ask him to literally let the car fly if he can. I hand him a couple of bills before I run towards Harvey's.

The security looks at me, eyeing me before he lets me inside. I must look crazy in my shorts and tank top which I just covered with a thigh high jacket. I have slipped on my boots and tried to tame my hair in a messy bun.

Harvey's is packed with people even at this hour. I glance at my watch, almost two in the morning. The place smells like a mix of cigarette smoke, alcohol and sweat. I look around hoping to see where Tyler is. The place is slightly dimmed and only the flashing lights from the dance floor illuminates the place.

It didn't take long for me to see him. Tyler. He's sitting in booth. His back is on me. I look around and see the other guys from his team. Two are in the dance floor with some girls dancing with them wearing next to nothing. I look for Jonathan but I don't see him. I move towards Tyler but my eyes went wide when I see the girl from the bar skirt her way towards him, drinks in hand. Shots. How many shots did he have tonight?

I stop on my heels when the whore-looking girl raises her head and looks at me. Smile on her lips. Vanessa.

She hands Tyler the shot glass and moves to straddle him in his lap. Smirk forming on her lips as she winks at me. That b*tch! Tyler tilts his head back and I can see Vanessa raining kisses from his face to his neck. My eyes feels like it's about to jump out of its sockets. I can feel my face burn and my ears are fuming with anger.

What the f*ck is happening here? Vanessa and Tyler? And he looks like he's enjoying himself! Having the time of his life! Asshole!

I move towards them. Eyes blazing with anger. My heart feels like it's being clenched tightly by the devil and not letting it go. As I move closer, the view becomes clearer. Tyler is wasted. Definitely wasted. His hands are wrapped around Vanessa while the whore enjoys her feast with his body. His face is locked with hers and I know he is kissing her. I close my eyes. Shut it tight, maybe I can make this disappear. Think that this is just a nightmare. But the moment I open my eyes, he is there. My heart is ripped apart as I look at the love of my life cheating on me.

I can feel tears stream down my face. I'm hurt. But what am I doing? I should just turn my back and walk away. Am I wrong with my decisions? Should I still be here? Is he worth it?

"Tyler." I whisper softly trying to swallow back the tears as I stop right behind him. I want to move closer and grab the whore's hair and drag her out of the bar! I want to slap her a hundred times and rub her face against the wall until I can see blood all over her face! I want to rip her clothes off and humiliate her in front of everybody and let them see what kind of whore she is!

But I can't. My anger is drowning with the hurt that I feel. My knees feel weak, my shoulders feel heavy.

"Oh sh*t! Stacey... Stacey baby..." He moves too quickly out of the booth which sent Vanessa tumbling down on the floor on her ass.

"Tyler... Were not done yet." The b*tch has the nerve to pout while she straightens her too short skirt I bet the world can see her soul from there.

"Miss Stacey... I was waiting outside for you... I didn't..." Jonathan stops talking as he sees me, Tyler and Vanessa. Maybe waiting for a bomb to explode. There should be an exploding bomb right now. But the bomb is my heart. Just a couple of hours earlier I was so happy with how Tyler showed his love for me. Was it all a joke? Is he still the same Tyler? The womanizer?

"I'm tired. Let's go home Tyler." I tell him quietly as I turn my back on him and start for the exit. My dam just broke. I can't stop the tears from flowing. I know people are staring, but I don't care. Let them see me break. Let the world know that Stacey McGuire is a broken piece of sh*t once again.