Mr. Gaiety & Ms. Feisty

Chapter 1

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Thea's POV

I head back to the hotel , to go to the room.
Why would he leave me all alone in the party? Strange, I thought to my self. I take the second key out ,he gave me .
I open the door and what I see is a total shock to me,clothes- dress, stilettos, bra all not mine and I hear somebody groaning really load, I know that sound. I rush inside to see what's happening .When I near the room.
Immposible. I rub my eyes again to just do a double check, thinking maybe it's my imagination because of the cocktails I had at the party. But no, it's real! That's it he had another girl on the bed in I had to be in! I'm so sure this isn't a mistake. He doesn't drink, not to the least I know. But he's cheating on me? three years together and it was our third year anniversary and this is his surprise gift to me? I take the first book which is on the table next to where I'm standing near the door, and Chuck it , well it hit her back. The hell I care, she turned with a cry of pain. Well bitch I'm here feeling twice no, hundred times worse . He peeks through her back and goes completely stoic.
I just walk out not wasting a single second on a guy who is just nasty hell of a dick. He promised me that today was the day that he will make me his. Good that his love facade for me came into my notice before I totally devoted myself to him.

I walk to the elevator and I head to the terrace. (Well the receptionist clearly told me not to go above the 10th to floor because it's where all the residents are restricted. And also I don't know where the hell is it. ) My vision going slightly blurry. Shit. I'm about to cry? God! For heaven's sake, let me not break down in an elevator . Please god please , I keep repeating the same verse as a mantra hoping it reaches to the last floor -my present destination. But no to my misery, it stops 5 floors before I then see a board saying "private conference " Well guess what? all the business conferences are held here, holy crap! If that's the case then there will be alot of people stepping into the lift . I pinch myself to stop the tears. My head feels like a fen. Literally.

The elevator door slides open to a man dressed in a suit. I think I could ask him. Clearing my throat, which is clearly soar of all the thoughts . I ask him "do you know which way leads to the terrace Mr. ? " is he dead or he didn't know the language I'm speaking? Because I'm pretty sure I was very clear with my words. And then I see a staff walking by and I stop him and ask the same. The staff replied "ma'am you can't really-"
He was cut short When the Mr. -mannequin guy- handed me a room card n said " use this card to open the elevator door, take the right When you're in, and go straight and you will see a staircase leading to the terrace. " he said with a straight face. I answered with a nod , without thinking I reach the last floor . And I place the card into the socket to let the elevator doors open and I take the right. Dropping my purse, phone along the way I see the stairs, desperately I start running, I slip in the middle of the stairs n I curse the heels and rip it off my foot.
I burst into the cold air hitting my face of the terrace and my dam gates break open. I start weeping hard. I see the very spacious terrace and a pool attached to it, before the swimming pool stairs there are two huge steps giving the elevation to the bar counter to the right. I take one of the two steps to sit on for the night and take out all my frustration. I don't stop my tears. It keeps flowing with me wiping it away every now and then. I bet my face right now looks like a painting of a really bad 2 year old artist. My makeup wasn't really protected because I thought I needed it to be removed fast before we hit the bed and start.

But no, "ughhhhhgggg! I hate you! " I start screaming." why today? Actually why ever? " "what did I do wrong ? "" is this the after math of being ever so loyal in a relationship this worse?your stairway to hell is just as ready when I'll come to kick you right where the sun doesn't rise and you wouldn't be able to reproduce ever again !" "right now telling out your name is like me giving a blow job to anybody!" "Azher " I spat. "your an ass, well even the species of the donkeys would despise you even though your one among their species!"
I hear a small chuckle away from where I was sitting . My body goes stiff at the sound. Now who is that? A serial killer? Backstabber? Murdrer ? Or all of them?
Wiping away the tears my adrenaline is already running on high voltage, I don't know how much more can it run. I turn and sigh at the sight of the mannequin guy, well he doesn't seem so harmful. What if he turns out to be any of the earlier stated people?
He walks towards me and sits a little over a feet away from me. I let out a sigh of relief. He sets me off hook When he says "hey, I didn't know you 'd leave a trail behind for me to find you, I already knew where you'd be." still with a slight smirk on his face. Okay right now I don't really know if this is a mistake or something I should feel okay about looking at his expression. But right now I'm totally running on high contents of drinks in my body but still stable. "who are you? And why are you here? Leave me alone will you? Please " I add.
"sure " he says, before adding "so here take this I hope you wouldn't freeze " he said setting the blazer beside me , I nod and try to mutter out a small thank you to him. He gets up and walks back. When he is out of my sight I try to let out again but this time no tears come out. None. I make a mental reminder to add on acalendar as my first cry -in almost a decade .