𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡 & 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡

Chapter 44: Lickable abs and biteable a.ss

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Chapter 44: Lickable abs and biteable a.ss

 Persius once said;  “We consume our tomorrows, fretting about our yesterdays.” It couldn’t be more true. You waste your life worrying and brooding about what you cannot change. I, on the other hand, made of my yesterdays, an essence to fuel my determination to finish what I’d planned. The fact that you just refuse, point blank, to forget the past makes you condemned to relive it. I simply couldn’t do that.

 Absolution, is the highest form of forgiveness; it’s the mercy that those who betrayed me won’t have. Not even on my dead rotten, six-feet-under, body. Alex was the person who had majorly wrecked my life, who had betrayed me beyond belief, going through extreme lengths to punish me unfairly. And that’s why I wouldn’t ever forgive him. I wouldn't die until I had brought him down to such depth, he wouldn’t know his ass from his elbow.

 

The fear that struck me the first nanosecond I heard his voice, that I would never forget and would be forever capable of distinguishing, had simply strayed from its original path, and it made me afraid; made me think about the past and what had happened. Those unwanted memories flooded in by humongous surges of unwelcome reminders of betrayals and deception, stabbing me with every tiny detail they held, making droplets of cold sweat run along my spine, and tiny goosebumps pop all over my skin.

The truth is; it should have been a form of a charge to fuel my anger. So like I always do, I composed myself, I came back to my center and focused on what I were going to do; I thought about it to the greatest of details.

 

I straightened my spine, chinned up, all sort of fear forgotten, rendering me angry instead.

 

Tough luck, he is going to experience Alyson Court’s wrath in the form of the sweetest smiles and sarcastic replies that would make what Harvard taught him about wits and comebacks, with its legendary history and ivory towers, seem like a preschool class in Alyson Court’s Academy.

 

I chuckled a little thinking about the vein that would soon be prominent in his forehead once I had set him off.

 

“Is there something funny?” Nick asked, smiling.

 

“Yeah, him.” I said looking at Alex, dead in the eyes. He seemed apologetic but then he smirked when I replied; “I think I deserve that..” he said, chuckling a bit trying to make the tension I had created a second ago, disappear. Sorry, not tonight.

 

You don’t have a choice! It’s Noah’s night! Don’t you dare ruin it you vindictive evil witch!

 

I silenced that tiny whiny voice in my head and moved on.

 

“You certainly deserve it,” I said smiling sweetly.

 

“I’m sorry..” Noah said sounding confused; “how do you know each other?”

 

“He was my ex-boyfriend,” I stated, taking another Champagne glass from the waiter passing by, disposing of my empty flute.