Love Me Mate

If You Love Something Let It Go

Mia

‘Thank you,’ I smiled at the kind bellhop who took my last piece of luggage down to the reception.

I smiled, closing the door behind me as I flopped onto the king sized bed, waiting for Alexander to arrive. Just as I was about to close my eyes, the doorbell rang. Alexander! My heart fluttered in my rib cage as I strolled over to the door.

And there he stood, in all his glory wearing faded denim jeans that just clung to his cute butt, a black V-neck tee shirt that just hugged onto his torso, outlining his rock solid abs that I was currently facing. Looking up, my eyes met his. But there was something missing, his eyes were now a stormy grey. What the hell? Did this guy wear contact lenses? What happened to his beautiful ocean blue eyes? That’s when I noticed his fists completely clenched and the angry expression on his face. Why is he pissed off now?

Alexander stormed past me and entered my room. ‘Oh please, do come in Alexander,’ I remarked sarcastically, closing the door behind me.  ‘What’s wrong?’ I asked, genuinely confused why he was being such a bitch. He didn’t reply, instead he just sat on the sofa in the middle of my room, looking straight at me with judgmental eyes. ‘Okay, so you are giving me the silent treatment?’ I asked, for some reason far beyond my knowledge hoping that he would answer me and tell me what was bothering me. I don’t know why, but I had a feeling I had disappointed him. Usually I don’t care about what people think about me, but Alexander was something different. Just knowing that he was angry and there was nothing I could do about it was killing me.

Call it gut instinct, but I had this plummeting feeling that it was because of me that Alexander was angry and for the first time in a long time, I felt… well… shame. And that is a big thing considering I have walked runways in nothing but skimpy lingerie.

After not getting a reply from Alexander once again, I huffed in annoyance, ensuring that I kept a completely blank face and sat next to him on the couch. ‘You know, your mood swings are really giving me whiplash,’ I huffed.

Instantly Alexander tossed my phone towards me and spoke for the first time. ‘Roger Carter,’ he hissed out. 
'What about him?' I asked, confused as to where this conversation was going. 
'He called you,' Alexander growled in a deadly tone, venom dripping from his words. 

Oh shit, what did that man-whore want now? ‘Oh yeah, what did he say?’ I asked, keeping it cool.

That must have triggered something because he got up in a flash and turned around to glare down at me, his face red with anger, eyes wide with rage and the vein on his neck once again throbbing like it would pop out of his skin. ‘He said that he wanted to fucking sleep with you! Again!’ he roared, making me jump with fear, partly because he was yelling at me and partly because he swore. Crap, he must really be pissed.

I frowned in confusion and looked up at him. ‘I never had sex with him,’ I said simply.

But that didn’t calm him because he continued to say, ‘Really? Well Roger wanted to go down “memory lane”! Did you kiss him? Did you touch him? Did he touch you?’ He asked, getting more infuriated while stating the last line.

Sighed and spoke calmly, ‘No, I met him once, he tried to hit on me, even managed to put his number in my phone, but then I told him I wasn’t interested in him,’ I said coolly.
Luckily, after I said that he seemed to have managed to get himself together.

‘Oh, so nothing happened between the two of you… You’re not even lying…’ said Alexander, the expression on his face softening.

‘Yup, Roger must have called me by mistake,’ I said, thinking of the most possible explanation.

‘Well, he was very drunk when he called,’ Alexander spat in disgust. ‘Wait, how does he have your number?’ asked Alexander.

‘He is Roger Carter. He is famous and is very connected, he must have gotten it through someone,’ I said.

‘Well, that’s going to change, I don’t want men like him calling you,’ Alexander said, back to his possessive self.

‘Oh really? I hate to break it to you, but you can’t. Who calls me is none of your business,’ I snapped, suddenly annoyed that he thought he could control me and boss me around. 

‘So you want that creep Carter to call you?’ Alexander challenged, growling once again.

‘Well no, not him,’ I said honestly. ‘But you cant boss me around! I am my own person!’ I stated proudly, not understanding a word of what I had said.

‘Can we not fight?’ Alexander asked, taking me completely off guard. ‘I am really sick of all this arguing and bickering with you because I think you are an amazing and lovely girl’ Alexander asked softly. I looked up to see a sad vulnerable boy and instantly my heart crashed. He didn’t like fighting with me and honestly neither did I.

‘Okay,’ I replied quietly. ‘You know…. I really have to go now,’ I said, glancing at my watch. 

‘All right,’ he spoke and we both made our way to the elevator. ‘I am sorry, love,’ he said gently, making my heart soar and a small smile crawled onto my lips when he called me “love”.

‘It’s okay,’ I replied, ‘I don’t like when we fight too… you seem like you genuinely care about me and I really could use a friend like you.’

Alexander looked at me and smiled. ‘Of course, I am happy that I can be there for you, besides, I will take you out when we are in London,’ he said.

I don’t know what came over me, but I reached up and just wrapped my arms around Alexander, burying my face into his warm muscular chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent. ‘I really will miss you, Alexander,’ I whispered as he wrapped his arms around me too, his head gently resting above my hair.

After a few seconds, I pulled back as the door of the elevator opened.

‘So I will see you again in London, right?’ I asked looking nervously around the elevator, a small smile forming on my lips remembering the first time I met Alexander in this very elevator.

‘Of course, love,’ he reassured me. I noticed the car waiting for me outside. Great, I was already getting late.

‘Well, then I better get going… bye,’ I said against my will, taking a small step out of the elevator and looking back as the elevator doors began closing, Alexander still inside.

And then he said something to me; something that I could just tell had more meaning than intended-

‘Take care now.’