My God

Is it possible to love someone who is unlovable? Is it possible to loathe that person and all their mistakes and yet still want to kiss them?
Am I drunk?

I step off the bar stool and my head spins slightly.
Well at least I know my last statement is true. I'm definitely drunk.

I just couldn't believe the anger bubbling inside me.
He left with a few words, words that hurt me, words that made me smash up my entire condo and got me barred from about three clubs.

'You don't treat me right. Not like Ellie' the words just engraved in my head.
That prick.

Out of everyone in the universe he decides to run off and get married in Paris which was my dream since I was like nine to my freaking one year younger sister??

Okay so it was three months ago now but I keep seeing them all over my social media. Ellie sent me a freaking wedding invite like is she mad? Like Hell I'd go fly out to Paris to see you on your big day with my ex man.

My mother wasn't overly impressed by my actions and said that I was the one over reacting and I can't get in the way of true love.
I get that ma but I'm pretty sure even my father is turning over in his grave as she says that in my memory.

I haven't spoken to my mum or sister since the announcement nine months ago.
You'd think I'd be over him. Yeah pissed at my family and annoyed that they'd do something like that but not thinking about the asshole in anyway shape or form Romantically. He was repulsive and yet so seductive.

I need another drink.

I've downed about nine sambucca shots in the time I've arrived and I've just ordered a sex on the beach. Yes I'm buying a freaking girly drink. Buzz off. You haven't had my luck.

"Rough day?" A voice says next to me as I sip my drink.
I turn and choke on the alcoholic beverage.

He was gorgeous.
He had piercing green eyes that seemed to glow in the club lighting, a black suit on and a sharp jaw line with beautiful full lips and slicked back black hair that touched his neck.

"Rough couple of months" I reply instead of gaping like I had been for god knows how long.

"I'm Enas by the way" he says so casually.
I smirk and take another sip of my drink.

"Enas aye? You're one for crazy names. Means 'one' in Greek doesn't it?" he frowns slightly and orders himself a brandy.

"Well what's your name beautiful?" He says avoiding my Greek name question.
My drunken mind had one thing on it.

Screwing this man with an incredible one night stand and calling it a day.
Even though it was now passed 10pm.

"Carla" I reply honestly.
Normally I use fake names but I seemed to be totally unable to lie tonight.

"Well Carla, we have both had a terrible few months" he downs his drink and I finish my own.
He goes to walk away when I notice the duffel bag at his feet.

"Okay you're either homeless or a psycho. I don't normally take my chances but you're definitely hot enough to die at the hands of." His eyebrow quirks at that last comment but I shake it off. He just thinks I'm some crazy cat lady trying to get drunk. Don't read into it.

"I have a spare bed at my condo. Come crash with me for a few weeks or however long it takes for you to get a job and become stable again"

I slid off the barstool and freeze.
I don't remember sitting back on it? Wow I'm drunk.
Is this smart?

"Is that wise? I'm a total stranger, I'm lost and probably a psycho and you want me to live with you until I'm able to get back on my feet?" He repeats back to me.

I pretend to think about it for a moment. I was actually thinking about my cat Mew-Mew.
Poor baby must miss her mumma.

Am I a crazy cat lady?
Nah. You good bro.

"Yeah it's wise. I would've killed for someone to help me out. I was homeless for a few months not too long ago but I found my feet and now I have an incredible condo on the 25th floor of this luxury apartment building. Not to brag but I'm saying it can be done."

The incredibly hot man looks at his duffel bag than back at me.
"You're very drunk. Maybe it's not wise-''

"- listen 'Enas'. I've had a terrible few months. So shut up and let me feel better about myself for once by offering up my spare bed. The only thing that uses that room is my cat Mew-Mew. She's a fussy kitten."

He smiles, a smile that would literally make me hornier than a hornet at this point but I was somehow so drunk and focused on housing the strange hot man that I totally didn't think about.. that..
well maybe I did but not for that long. Just long enough to make myself blush a little.

I blame the alcohol.

"Come on Enas. Just do it. Trust me and I can trust you. Just... actually.. if you are gonna kill me I'd much prefer it to be quick." He laughs slightly and grabs his duffle bag as we head outside the club.

"I can assure you I'm no murderer, I'm actually a god. The god of magic" the chill of the night hits us both and I suddenly remember I'm only wearing a pair of black high waisted denim shorts and a three quarter sleeve top that hung off my shoulder with my brown hair curled in a pony tail.

"Well we won't need a cab or anything. That's me, just two buildings over" I point to the massive and fancy styled building ahead of us and I swear he dropped his duffle bag for a second.

"God damnit.. stupid keys" I fumble around my pocket for my keys as we approach the door.
I grab it just in time and slid the access key through, allowing him to get access in as well.

"Good evening Miss Trent" the receptionist Della said with a judgmental smile.
She probably thought handsome guy was a one night stand.

"What is up Della? Can't talk actually. Bye" I say as we walk passed her and into the next available elevator.

In my drunken state I couldn't help but to lean against the cool silver elevator.
Enas seemed tense and worried.

'Level twenty-five' the elevator dings.
I step out of the elevator and we are in my condo.

He is immediately not impressed.
Can't blame him. It was pretty basic.

You walk in and immediately on your left is my one man kitchen with barstools around the marble counter, with a titanium fridge and electric stove.

The you move passed that and you have my lounge room which has my flat screen mounted to the wall, a massive black leather couch in the middle with a few throw pillows and a side where you can lie down on the couch with a glass coffee table in the middle of the couch and the tv.

Next to the lounge room is my dining room with a white oak table that seats six and then the hallway between the two.

My automatic lights flick on as I walk down my hallway.
On my left was the bathroom and toilet, on my right was my master bedroom and at the end of the corridor was the last bedroom on the left again.

I open the last door and the lights flick on.
My Maine coon cat runs out of the room and hisses, warning me to not lock her in again.

"There you gooooo" I say as he places the duffle bag on the bed.

"Now me go nighty night" I walked out of the room and into my room before hitting the fluffy pillows and falling asleep.