Warmth (One Shot)

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"Love" a voice awoken me from my deep slumber. I looked over and saw a man looking at me while his arms are crossed over his chest.

"Hey there" I said and my hoarse voice sounded sexy. I bit my lip as I saw his muscles tensed.

He snaked his arms to my waist and drew circles on my bare hips. I leaned against his chest and intertwined my hand on his.

"Enridth, I have something to tell you." I gripped the hem of my dress and smiled bitterly is it time?

"What is it?" I asked. My voice was so low that it turned out as a hoarse whisper.

"Im leaving" two words. Those two words thorn my heart into pieces. And I wasn't sure how to fix it.

"When" I have no strength to argue and so weakly gathered myself and wrapping myself with a blanket. As I stood to leave.

"Hey, love come on lets talk" he called me and grabbed my wrist.

"You know that I'll always be yours even if I'm far away right? Hey there woman look at me. Enridth!" I looked at him as threatening tears dared to show up.

"I-im scared" I whispered and my hands fisted as I saw how his eyes showed unwillingness.

"Just stay, please?" I begged.

"I-i cant" he hopelessly sat back on the bed and ran his fingers through his hair frustratingly.

"I understand. You can go now" I said and turned my back on him.

"I know my place" a bitter smile plastered on my lips as I thought of it.

It has always been like this. He will always go back to her even if she does not care about him. He value her so much that he seemed to forget how important he is to me.

He stood and hugged me from behind. Then I felt that stinging pain on my eyes and my throat gone dry.

Gone are the days that he can stay for awhile and be mine.

Gone are the days that I can hold him.

As always and as how it is supposed to be. He will still turn his back at me.

Who am I to stop him?

I'm just his past time.

The woman he will turn to when he is broken.

And when he is ready to be stupid again he'll leave.

Evler Contero the infamous bad boy is a stupid asshole.

And that asshole is the man I adore.

And I love the most.

I am his mistress.

The one who warms his bed when she cant. The home he turns to when the real warmth he asks for is freezing.

Two weeks, two damned weeks passed since the last time I showed myself to him. Purposely avoiding his calls and texts, even going as far as blocking him in every social media accounts I have that he could use to reach me.

'Cause I already vowed to stop this goddamned emotions I feel when he left me that night.

Damn it Evler, I know that he hella don't deserve me but God! He got me wrapped up on his fingers, that prick!

I drank the last bit of liquor on my shot glass and bit down my lip as I endured the sting on my throat.

Licking my dried up lip and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear.

News flash people! Enridth Cleighton Ajax, the perfect girl whose the center of attention and every men's  fantasy.

Is here in this forsaken place, drowning herself with these unknown liquors presented to her just to forget an undeserving asshole like him.

I was too focused on thinking of ways to get back at him when a man sat on the stall beside me and raised his glass as a toast.

Rolling my eyes in annoyance and yet I raised mine as well. His kind is really strong huh?

Even when he is not around assholes still lingers. He's quite a good founder, real good.

"Hey beautiful" he whispered on my ears and pinched my thigh. Real quick dude.

"Have I, seen you before?" I leaned my back at the bar counter and purposely showed him my neck as I tilted my head to the side.

"Really? Where was it?" Confusion is visible on his face and he grinned as he probably thought I'm cracking up a line. Smiling seductively as I whispered at his ear, making sure my lip grazed his lobe.

"Oh yeah, i saw you at the trash, oops sorry" And I turned and grabbed my purse to leave. And to hell as it is, I regretted it, really.

My eyes landed at his figure as he entered the bar with his oozing confidence. Heads turned as he walked. And there I found a white lotus at his side. Pretty protective aren't we? Evler?

Anger. That's what I feel right now. A while ago he was just begging in front of my secretary just to let him know where I am. And now? He 'awesomely' entered my lair with his sweet and innocent wife. Note my sarcasm please.

Our eyes locked and I smirked at him as I grabbed the man before me and crashed my lips into his. I tasted mint and a bit of the Jack Daniels he drank. Our kiss was full of force, anger and despair. And as I looked at Evler mockingly I saw his hands around his girl fisted and his eyes showed anger. Deep loathe and suppressed jealousy.

He angrily shoved her to the side and walked like a regal king- a deadly king.

Thats it Evler.

You asked for this.

Feel my pain, beg for me and sate my wrath.

Anger, jealousy and obsession. Those were the most visible emotions in his eyes as he grabbed me by my wrist. Then dragged me out of the place. I tried my best to whisk his grip away from me and unsurprisingly I didn't get the chance to do so. He held me so tight that i instantly know that it will clearly form a bruise.

We reached the parking lot and he opened the passenger seat telling me to get on. But as stubborn as I am, I just swiftly turned away. The best way to deal with his tantrums, is just to not face him at all.

Gone are the days that I will follow his every whims and comfort him when he is mad.

"Love" shut up stupid I wont batt an eye for you.

"Baby come on" such a big baby. I grunted and continues to sashay away from him.

"En" ooh someones loosing his temper. I smirked.

"Enridth!" He raised his voice and pinched the middle of his brows.

As I showed no signs of stopping, I then knew I reached his bottom line.

He insanely pounded his fist on top of his purple car and called me with his unsuppressed madness.

"Damn it! Ajax! Get the hell on the goddamned car!" Every word that he spoke held deep contempt.

Oh I'm in a big trouble.

I stopped on my tracks as I felt that crawling coldness on my spine. Sucking a deep breath through my nostrils and counted to five. This has been the first time that I felt scared.

The cold and ominous feeling that I feel is disturbing my thoughts. I gathered my strength and screamed.

"You are a big ass Evler!" I was so frustrated but still, I went back and saw him with his deadly stares.

I just messed with the goddamned devil. I looked away and got in the backseat that made his brows twitch, at least I can irritate him this way.

He started the engine and gripped the stirring wheel till his knuckles turned white.

I can feel the anger sipping out of him and I can guess that his thoughts adds fuel to his emotions. I knew I messed with him when I kissed that guy. I knew I was wrong. But who is he to judge me.

I just hope that time will slowly pass. Deep inside me I was now down on my knees begging for every saints to pray for me and send me luck.

His clear obsession for me is too dangerous.

As we reached his penthouse outside the city that was surrounded by sunflowers her favorite, he swiftly parked the car and went out. Not even taking a glance at me.

I hesitantly followed him while fidgeting my fingers. Why do you even look so scary that it makes my stomach turn.

When I got in, I found him on the bar counter chugging the crimson liquor like a mad man. The veins on his neck and bare arms showed as he run his fingers through his hair showing how frustrated he is.

I settled on the most far sit from him- to at least calm my raging heartbeat down before he went berserk.

Reaching for the Bloody Mary drink on the container that held his priceless collection of liquors. As I was totally nervous, I didn't mind my image and drank from the bottle.

To hell- who would think of their image when they are in this position. I glanced at him and saw him still wearing that dark ominous aura as if telling the world to back off. Pretty bad huh, Enridth?

"Why?" I flinched in horror when he suddenly spoke. He looked straight into my eyes and I was there- frozen on my spot as I searched for a certain emotion in his eyes.

But I was quickly disappointed when I didn't see it.

His eyes showed obsession. And this obsession does not contain love, it contains pride, possession and madness.

All along I was still hoping for that time when he will finally look at me with his eyes filled with love- but I was wrong, still. I never once saw it.

I laughed bitterly. A laugh that held my deepest emotions, desire, disappointments, hope, anger, hopelessness then despair. His brows met as he looked at me- confused to why I was laughing with my eyes full of loath and unshed tears.

"Why?" I pushed the question back to him. He was surprised and confused. He looked deeply through my eyes then suddenly looked away.

He saw my pain.

My regrets.

My hopeless love.

Everything that I cant express through words were quickly understood.

When his eyes flashed with guilt- I laughed more. Loud and unsuppressed mocking laugh enveloped his quiet and regal place.

Then as I poured everything to my guised laugh, tears trickled through my cheeks.

I let it fall.

Finally.

I let my self mourn for my murdered heart while I drank hard liquors with the murderer. We were just there drinking while I was here maniacally laughing while my eyes rained with tears.

There really is something different between love and lust.

"You- have loved her to death, was willing to get hurt and sacrifice everything for her- funny how I felt the same for you. Your love for her made you blind to the undeniable truth that she never felt the same.

My love was genuine enough that I can give you my whole being, letting you rummaged through my body and possess me. A love that I knew I can never escape nor abandon. While you- you only felt the need, that same old and vicious lust." As I spoke, I could hear my voice crack but I don't know why my breaking heart is louder and I bet he could here it right now.

I chuckled as I felt the warm shower from my eyes running through my cheeks.

Fair enough, the person above didn't let you feel the joy while I suffer.

Fair enough.

The woman you love will not batt an eye for you just like how you do for me. If love was meant this way then I have no way to continue this stupidity and rather choose to end it.

Even if it means ending us.

Ruthless?

Everything is fair in love and war.

This love was after all doomed right before it even started.

Chance?

Not everyone deserves a chance, sometimes, we have to be ruthless. He saw me as his dear possession and never the woman he loves and treasures.

Happy ending?

*scoffs* I may not be happy, but at least I know this is not the end. You don't have to suffer for love just to be happy. We also have to be alone. Being alone does not mean we are lonely, rather the time has yet to come for us to experience our spring.

Don't lose hope, warmth doesn't always have to come from a significant other, someone. There are times that the warmth we seek for, is from ourselves.

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By: Aether

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