She always went to the same café. The same order of a blueberry muffin with a cup of cold brew and condensed milk. She was that girl who held it together and seemed savvy.
He never liked interactions much less dating. He was a CEO of the largest co...
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I sip on the bubble tea that Nathalia and I had brought together after hours of shopping. Enzo had given me a black card which meant Nathalia was spending it on every flipping item she saw for me.
My legs were aching more than it has been after weeks of training. This woman is crazy.
"C'mon Lili, we should go shop a little more." Nathalia tries to drag me out of the chair I was sitting in.
"Nathalia, we literally have 40 bags right now." I gesture to the two guards who were struggling to hold all our bags.
Nathalia frowns and crosses her arms.
"Up." She demands as she sends a glare at me.
I slouch more in my seat before giving up and throwing out my finished drink. As I am returning to Nathalia, I feel myself freeze in my spot.
The familiar swept-over blonde hair and lean frame come into view. The same tuxedo that I've washed one too many times. The same cleanly shaven jaw with light freckles displayed over his nose and cheeks.
My breath hitches as I lock eyes with the same horrifying pale blue.
It's him.
No. No.
A flash of recognition and suddenly his posture is straightened out. A devlish smirk begins to plaster across his lips. He whispers something to the man beside him who turns and looks in my direction. Shock flashed across the man's face as he takes in my appearance.
He's here.
"Lili? What's wrong? You're shaking like crazy." Nathalia says, concerned.
I don't hear anything else. The shrilling in my ears is muffling the noise around me. A pain ricochets off the walls of my head as I double over, holding onto both sides of my temples, and let out a whimper. I fall onto my knees as everything that I've suppressed, hid away, tried to demolish comes back in full force.
"Shut the hell up!" He screams into my ear before sending another kick to my stomach.
I fall onto my back as I curl up into a ball to try and protect whatever dignity is left of me. Another kick gets sent to my knees, another to my arm, another to my face.
I reach my hands up to cover my face while my knees are curled up in front of my stomach.
"Who told you to protect yourself?" He yells again.
He leans down to my level before prying both my arms and legs away from my body.
"Stay like that or else you'll get worst than what you already deserve." He warns as he goes to the bathroom.
