A Deal With The Devil

Chapter 33

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Gabe's POV

I knew I was drunk last night, I knew lost my sanity but it all came back when I heard the sweet voice of my woman, Isabella.

Holy fuck! If only I know that Becca was there then I wouldn't have come with my friends then.

It was five years ago when Rebecca and I broke up and we're over. We already finished our unsettled business a long time ago.

I was pretty shocked when I see Rebecca here in New York.

Rebecca is my ex girlfriend five years back, she was taking the political science course in Ateneo de Manila, Philippines, she aims to be a lawyer so she took the PolSci course as her pre-Law. We aren't from the same school actually, but because of my bro, which is her cousin, I met her. She was so pretty, perfection to be exact. She's a filipino-american girl who has 5'7 height, tan complexion, blonde hair and green eyes. Everything about her is just perfect to me. Yet, we aren't meant for each other, her parents hated me and she immediately gave up on us. Without fighting for our love. Does she even loved me?

She wanted to be a supermodel but her parents want her to be a lawyer. Then we meet again five years later, and she achieved what she really wanted, to be a supermodel. Her model career shoots all the way up and that she goes to different countries for her photoshoot.

And it was sudden that she had photoshoot here for one of her endorsements then we met each other. I was trying to avoid her because when I met her I didn't expect it to happen.

When I saw her again at a bar, 2 weeks ago which was the first time for five years, I didn't knew that I would feel the same spark I felt five years back.

Then that wasn't the last time I met her. She hangs out with my friends because we have the same circle. That's how we met each other. She's always that oneof-the-boys type of girl. She's bubbly, funny, adventurous, she doesn't care of how she look, she doesn't take long to dress up, which probably the reason why I fell for her.

But now, she changed. She looks more sophisticated and beautiful. She acts so poised and graceful, her face has so much makeup on and then I realized, she changed. But why do I feel the same spark like I used to before?

So we used to hang out already and I felt afraid. Afraid that those feelings might come back. I thought it was gone.

I noticed that Becca is making the first move. From the very start, I already noticed her gazes that never leaves me that gives me creeps. Sometimes, our eyes will meet and that moment I can feel the same spark I use to feel with her.

Three days before Isabella caught us kissing in the bar, Becca called me at exactly 3 in the morning.

I wasn't asleep that time since I was busy making a new design of a building from my client and I was so eager in that building because my client isn't just a client. He is influential and of course, if he will like my designs, then my career will start to shoot up of course so I was really doing my best in this project.

I answered the call from Becca, what is she up to this hour?

"Hello?"

"Oh Gabe..." She answered me. At the very moment, I knew she was drunk. I sudden emotion inside me felt worried about her. Where is she drinking? Who's with her? My mind suddenly went crazy thinking that she's probably alone, or worse, in the bad hands. How can a fine lady not mind her drinking manners?

The last time I knew, five years back, She was almost raped because she walked home drunk and can hardly walk. She was calling me while she was walking home and I was trying to keep my cool like I don't care because we already broke up that time. But then I heard some random guys talking to her, although I can't clearly hear their conversation but I already know something's gonna happen so I went there to where Becca was, quickly. And there when I saw her, she trying to fight back with those weak fist of hers while the first guy is slowly undressing her while the other is holding her still. I got a huge beatings from saving her. I was the one who carried her  to her apartment and luckily, she didn't changed her password. I changed her clothes, I took her to bed while she's already asleep. I can't believe how dependent she was to me when I was still the one who saves her from dangers. I felt so hurt that time, seeing the woman you loved almost getting raped was something unbearable. But I must move on.