The Sinclair Series Book #1: Tragedy Of Love

Chapter Four: That Kind Of Girl

Vivi's POV
Miserable can't even begin to explain how I'm feeling right now. The lack of strength in my legs forced me to sit on the steps outside the building. His rejection hurts more than multiple stabs to the heart. I don't know how to deal with this pain. I think I was in love with him. I still am. Maybe I'll be forever. They do say the first love never leaves the heart. Does he have permanent residence in mine?

I don't even have the strength to cry.

My plan A is down the drain. Nate doesn't want me. It's abundantly clear now. There is no veil blocking a clear vision of a future without him. He said I'm just that kind of girl who should be ravished in a filthy bathroom against stained tiles. I don't deserve anything better. All my life I have been told by my mother I'm not good enough and i have to try ten times harder. She said I'm not like other girls. I just don't make the cut. That is why she pushes me to be perfect when I'm the one furthest from it. Is there truth to her words? Am I that kind of girl?

What is that kind of girl? What does that mean?

"Miss Byrne." A man's firm voice called my attention.

I sat up straight only to slump my back in disappointment. "What?"

"His Highness is leaving. He is asking for you."

I remembered Aria and what she said. She told me not to board the yacht tonight. But what really do I have to lose if I'm that kind of girl?

"Where is he?" I asked the tall man in a sharp black suit. He's the head of Henrik's security detail. He offered his hand to me. He helped me up.

"By the main entrance awaiting your company. This way please." I walked in the direction he gestured me to. I was outside for hours. The sun is setting. He wore a thick scowl on his handsome face when he laid his eyes on me. Aria cast her head low with disappointment. I didn't listen to her. I never listen. It's a superpower. I have ears that I have no use for.

"You have been conspicuously missing all day. Does my company repulse you so?" He questioned in a firm serious tone.

"Hardly. Doesn't absence make the heart fonder monsieur?" I tilted my head. He smiled crookedly.

"Get your sweet ass in the car." He whispered.

Aria looked at me. "After you."

"I think I should sit in the middle." I suggested in order to be close to Henrik. "After you."

"Get in the car before I throw you in. Don't let my petite size fool you. I'm stronger than I look."

I got into the car. She got her way and sat between us. Henrik gave her a look which she completely ignored. She looked ahead, head high. His irritation became more obvious through the drive. He kept sighing and shifting while Aria sat perfectly straight and undisturbed.

The car brought us to a field where a helicopter was waiting. Henrik alighted first extending his hand as is expected of w gentleman. After Aria got out of the car, I followed. He didn't let go of my hand. She walked ahead of us. "Is she coming to Monte Carlo?" I asked.

"Appearances my dear." Henrik sighed. "Just for appearances. You are the story."

She heard us but she didn't turn back. The three of us boarded the helicopter. This time Henrik sat between us. He held her hand and mine as well. Her confidence is faded. She looks scared. She won't even look outside the window. Is she scared of heights? Flying? I know I'm a little jealous about how firmly he is holding her hand. I focused on the skyline appreciating the beautiful night. I have never been in a helicopter before. I have been on a plane. Mother was taking me to Boston for a visit with old friends.