Fourthly_ Alice_Mr Ink

This shouldn't have happened…maybe I shouldn't have freaked out like that. I should've spoken to him properly, heard his reasons. Maybe I wouldn't be feeling this way.

"HEY! Don't you DARE!" Alisa snapped at me as she reached for her seventh shot and shivered from its bitterness. Alcohol wasn't really making me feel better, it was making me look at my wounds more.

"You're not drinking a lot, that's smart." Ellen said, pulling a chair so that she could sit. She smiled kindly at everyone as she greeted. She's always been so kind. So modest, such a gentle spirit. So, an…angle.

"You're so pretty." I murmured cupping her face. She paled for a second, unsure of what to say. Ellen didn't believe that though. She always tried to lose weight, tried to countlessly be kind to even the meanest people, always tried to fit in. but her demons…her demons were loud. She hated that she was skinny. Everyone constantly mocked her body. She rarely dated because of that. Man loved her curves but not her body. Once at her worst she said, "I'm either not the right color, right body shape, or the right one, when can I just be enough for one to treat me with consistency." I've never felt such pain for another woman at that moment. She's happier now. She lives with the man that she loves and who respects her. Her aura reflects joy and peace.

"Th-an-k y-o-u." She stuttered after a while. "Thank you." She repeated as if to reassure herself.

"You'll only see the change when you believe it." I said turning back to duck another shot.

"I'm sorry, about Lawerence, how did you find out?" she asked after ordering a glass of long Island. She thanked the barman then turned to me, fully concentrated.

"Men make common mistakes without even realizing it. Lawerence in our year of dating has never been late for our date without letting me know, that's the first reason why I fell in love with him, consistency. He's never hidden anything from me, that was the second. He never turned his phone upside down. Never stuttered about his work, he's very ego-matic about it. It's his pride. When he says he'll do something, he does it. we were doing good Ell, we were doing soo good. We moved in after 10 months of dating, we had spoken about our future, we were even trying to start a family. He was supposed to meet my family again to talk to my dad for my hand." I cried as I held onto her hand. My body began to shake as the memories played.

"Calm down babe." She whispered as she rubbed my hand.

"I looked at him and I realized that man that came rushing through the door wasn't the man I fell in love with. He wasn't apologetic about being late, he seemed defensive even though he knew I always asked questions. I had to go through his phone. He even changed the pin, he's never hidden his phone from me. that caused me to want to see more. When I saw that text and I told him, you should've seen him pale." I murmured. Savoring the bitter taste of the aftermath of love. I raised my head and made eye contact with Ellen, I saw her emotions. All of what I felt but more. There wasn't a pity. There was pain from my agony.

"You two bitches are not doing this here! Not in public!" Alisa snapped at us. She was drunk and nearly fell. We reached forward and held her.

"Time to go so it seems." Ellen said as she stood.

"Give me a second to get my purse." I said as I tried to balance Alisa on my side and reach for my purse.

"No, it's fine. I got it this time." She said with a head shake. She tried to call for the bartender that served us but he wasn't around. "That's odd he was right here." I heard her murmured as we both scanned.

"Do you ladies need help?" someone said from behind us causing us to shriek.

"Hey! Don't do that!" I said with a huff, placing my one hand on my chest.

"Oh, good god, you are hot! Looking for a girl, I'm a baddie." Alissa said smoothly, she pushed from me as if she was suddenly sober. This girl! I wanted to facepalm myself so hard but hey what can I say, she was right. The man that stood before us, was a fucking god and I'm pretty sure he knew it. He was six foot if not six-foot-two, white, piercing baby blue eyes, ink spilling from his neck and hands. His suit though held his physic amazingly. He was built right and not too much.

Someone most probably had an orgasm just looking at him. maybe if my heart hadn't belonged to Lawerence, I might have tried to screw him, Alisa. Even though he had two bodyguards behind him, I don't think he needed it. I don't think he would've minded but then I paid closer attention. His eyes were scanning someone, I turned to see he was looking at Ellen. A smile played at the tips of my lips. Why didn't I think about this? This was always Ellen's type. Well her dream type but God answered. She needs to go back to church to thank him. he did right. Too right.

"Uhm-we were looking for-"

"Sorry ladies I'm back, needed the bathroom, you girls okay, or do y'all need more drinks?" our bartender said. Suddenly reappearing, moron wrong timing.

"Bill Max, please." Ellen said as she answered him with a smile. She quickly paid and then when we turned to look back at the guy, he had disappeared. What the fuck?