Kissed by the Baddest Bidder - Breaking Ota (5th Story)

Chapter 10- Dan.

Ota POV

It had been a week; a week of tears, a week of fights, of agreements and fallouts, it had been the type of week that made your stomach squeeze from lack of unconscious breathing; that made everything more difficult for you to consider that life was ever better than this.  But.

When it's over and gone it makes you appreciate how amazing life is to wake up in the morning, without a hangover, with a person you love and are able to breathe without needing to check if you were still in one piece.

You think it's heaven sent.

PING!

Grabbing the phone to my right I look at the screen, unknowingly having picked up Krystal's phone instead of mine.

Dan: 09:37 1 new message

I couldn't have had one fricken minute to enjoy before the next drama bomb blows up my face could I?

I look down at the woman cuddled up to my chest sleeping softly; tell me what to believe now.

Because I didn't have a bloody clue which path I should go down.

Did I open the message? What if it meant I react badly and upset her for no reason? What if she had lied to me?

Damn, damn, damn Krystal.

I ease her off me, and go for a shower allowing the cold spray to wake me up.

"Ota?" she asks sleepily from the door. "I thought we were going to take one together." she blushes and I grit my teeth.

"Check your phone." I say calmly and continue the mechanical cycle of soap to hair, to body and then rinse.

Then, dry off, towel around and walk out to the love of my life who may/ or may not be cheating on me.

Brilliant.

She looks up wide eyed, "Did you read it?"

"No."

"It isn't what you think it is."

"I don't want to know."

"He still loves me, I just rejected him." she says in a hurry as I get dressed. I decide on a multi coloured hoodie today; why not lift my spirits a little?

"Ota, please just-" I walk away, I just... wanted silence.

Actually; I felt like sketching.

I sit on my couch and begin to sketch, my form of a dress following fast on the page alive with colours of deep blues and captivating purples.

She sits beside me, doesn't speak, but rests her head on my shoulder.

"It's beautiful," she says once I've finished.

"It's alright."

"You're modest."

"You over exaggerate." I say with a raised eyebrow and she laughs.

I look to see her coffee already on the coaster and realise I had missed this; I could lie to myself all I wanted. I had missed her.

I loved her, utterly and she had wormed her way into my heart fair and square too.

Damn her adorableness, "What did it say?"

"He wants to meet me." she replies quietly.

"You're going to go." I reply, knowing her too well to know she wasn't going to go.

"I want him to know how I feel Ota."

"Even if it hurts me?"

"Yes." and I look at her, she has a guilty expression.

"Really?" I ask again and she looks down. "Fine."

"Ota-"

"No-" and I leave the condo, before I force her to do something she didn't want to do; stay with me.

I couldn't stop her from doing as she liked; as was the same way round for her.

If she went; which of course she would, it would break him a little more than he already was; because what if she decided to chose him?

Heart break; more alcohol and less love.

No love.

No future love.

No joy; sounds fun?