What happened? A party happened...
Little did Natalia know was that her life was just about to change in a matter of 24 hours...
Hatred, sadness, and maybe, just maybe will love blossom from one person she meets at this certain event.
There's a prob...
Natalia's POV After we arrived inside, I noticed the kitchen was oddly clean. What? So the food queen can pick up after herself. I shook my head, stopping in front of the kitchen island. There was a letter sitting on the counter, written in exquisite cursive.
"If that letter is from Jackson, please let me burn it Natalia." Elena's head was peeking curiously over my shoulder. "And if you stop being nosy, maybe I'll think about buying you a dozen boxes of chocolate covered strawberries for your birthday," I flatly said, narrowing my eyes at the diminutive cursive imprinted on the paper. I turn my head to see that her droopy eyelids had augmented into the size of saucers.
Dear Natalia,
I hope your Friendsgiving went as well as you wanted it to! My men decided to help you out a little with your apartment since I wanted to make sure my beautiful girl isn't messing around with that worthless billionaire. Don't worry, nothing was stolen but I personally made your bed just for you. Just remember... you're mine and you belong to me!
Your love, Adam
"Sooooooo! Who's it—" Elena started to ask but clamped her hand to her mouth, probably remembering what I announced prematurely. He's seriously still threatening me? He's been doing this for too long already...
Walking away from the counter with Elena looking at me weirdly, I headed towards the couch instead of my bed. Maybe sleeping will make me feel a lot better. While I closed my eyes, some horrible thoughts were flooding back into memory...
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My eyes snapped open and sat up on the couch immediately, breathing heavily as I had just woken up from a nightmare about Adam. I checked my surroundings to make sure that my reality wasn't the same as my horrible fantasies. Grabbing my phone, the time was 11:30 pm along with a few text messages from two hours ago. I opened them.
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Why does he feel the need to forcefully break into my house just because I wasn't answering his damn messages? Why does he want me meet his parents so badly? Shouldn't he be taking his dreaded soon to be wife? Unbelievable. There's no use for me to respond.
As I dragged myself off the couch, nothing but food popped into my emotionally drained mind. I smiled as I thought about heating up some beef stew from the night before. I freaking love Elena's beef stew. As I got out the container in the fridge, a half asleep Elena walked into the kitchen mumbling the word food. Of course she sleepwalks into the kitchen! It's nothing new.
After cooking my food, I sat on one of the kitchen stools and ate while watching Elena try to take a bag of chips out of the cupboard.
Aw crap, I forgot to ask Vivian if she wanted to have Thanksgiving with us. Maybe I'll just ask her the next time we hang out because Elena and I usually go to her apartment when we have nothing to do.
