Andrea steadies her breath, she straightens her gown, clearing her throat. Her heart was pounding rapidly from what displayed minutes ago.
She goes to the balcony, taking in air. She breathes shakily, holding her necklace. Tears gathers her eyes reminiscing everything. she was good ,she thought to herself. Why would things like this always play out for her. She didn't want this for herself. Putting on the cold woman on the outside,while it hurt like hell on the inside. She thought of Lisa's swollen belly and brings more tears out of her bulgy eyes. she has always wished to have his child but another woman is living the dream she wished. It was so unfair to her.
"I could drop you off if you're willing" Ethan's voice interrupts her moment. She quickly but elegantly uses her white cloth to stop the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. Masking a smile on she turns.
"Oh you don't have to. I have a car to drop me off at home, thank you anyway for your concern". She smiles curtly at him.
He looks down and smirks" Is he always this harsh, making you cry?".
She tries to protest but he speaks" I know you've been crying " he moves closer and she smiles.
"I'm fine sir, you don't have to worry about me. It's my boss being my boss , I have emotions and sometimes I get emotional so I'm bound to shed tears".
"I see".
"I'll need to use the restroom. If you'll excuse me " she gives a small smile and walks towards the lady's room. Tristen words of staying away from him rang in her ear as she makes her way into the restroom and she shuts the door behind her.
She redoes her makeup, getting the stains of tears off her face. She stares at her self in the mirror and sighs, sniffing "you've got this, don't let them see you break" she whispers to herself . She swallows and nods " okay" she says and opens the door and walks out dominantly, joining Fuego.
After some minutes, Fuego notices Tristen unavailable in the party premises and decides to call him, having the sense he had a little argument with Andrea, he decided not to pry and ask her questions about it.
He dials his number, with his other hand buried on his pockets. It rings for a while and disconnects. He sighs tiredly and dials it one more time but it still disconnects. "Damn Tristen, what the hell are you fuckin up to". He knew Tristen as a no go area when he was pissed so it was okay to get alarmed.
He dials his name once more and after several rings, his thick, raspy and sloppy voice sounds over the phone. "Me disconnecting the phone twice means I have no interest in speaking to anyone" .
"Are you fuckin drunk?" Fuego's voice comes out a little loud but he looks around getting his composure, he moves to a secluded place.
"Your tone man" Tristen warns but Fuego couldn't care one bit.
"You are really drunk?, at your own party?". Fuego grits angrily.
"It's my party, I could do whatever the hell I want to do" he snaps back.
"Where are you?". He asks angrily.
"I'm not a child . I'm 28. And oh did you know Andrea didn't wish me a fuckin happy birthday?!" Tristen spits into the phone .
"Enough of this Tristen, tell me where you are and I'll fuckin get you!".
"And fuckin Ethan is after her. He fuckin likes my woman!!" he says in rage.
"Get your fuckin shit together dude, this is an official Fuckin party!! You shouldn't be seen drunk and sprouting shits!!".
"Fuck off!!" He mumbles in annoyance, disconnecting the line.
"Fuck!!!" He curses silently, straighting his blazer, he goes to where Andrea was .
She turns her gaze sharply.
"Might have know where Tristen went ?" His green eyes looks seriously at her with his lip pressed.
She looks at him intently, sensing a feeling of unsteadiness. "What's wrong?" She asks
"Nothing , work stuff where is he now?".
"Fuego wha....!!" She tires to speak but he cut her off.
"Amateur, this is important okay?". He wasn't ready to answer any questions from her. It was his job to make sure nothing goes wrong.
"I.. I saw him going towards the bar" she stutters.
He doesn't say anything, instead he takes his keys leaving for the french doors.
Andrea's heart sank, she hoped Tristen hadn't done nothing to jeopardize his newly signed deal, because he was feeling all jealous someone touched her or whispered into her ears.
She dials Tristen's number, her heels clicking against the floor .
"Pick up pick up" she mutters biting her lips, looking around hoping no one noticed his absence.
She decides to stay for a little while as she noticed people would come to her from time to time requesting to see her boss. She would smile sweetly and tell them he would be made available soon.
After few minutes, she gets up" fuck this!" She mutters taking her clutch, she hurries to the bar.
Walking as fast as her short legs could carry her, she sees Fuego tapping on a car and she watched the car zoom off. Increasing her steps she goes to him .
Hearing the clicks of her heels, he turns and sees fear and tension in her eyes, going to her he opts to speak but she doesn't let him.
"Where is he?" She asks, looking at him and waiting for a straight answer.
"He's fine, let's go back to the party we'll tell them he's indisposed".he says and walks pass her .
"No!, I want to see him. Tell me what's wrong with him. He's not picking my calls" she asks terrified.
"Nothing is wrong amateur... Let's...".
"Why do you keep hiding everything from me ? Just tell me where the hell he is". She blurts.
"In his suite. He's drunk and so to avoid him saying shits, he needs to get some sleep "he sighs tiredly. "Listen I know I don't have any right to pry, but this isn't the night to be getting into arguments with him . It's a huge deal for our company and him getting into an argument with you would ruin the deal and the whole night." He says.
"Can I have the card to his room please? I know you have them " she speaks, leaning her hand forward.
"He doesn't want to see anyone right now , not even you ."
"I haven't had time to wish him a happy birthday and give my present to him, so please I want to see him" she tells him silently and calmly. Knowing fully well the reason he was all vexed and irritated was because she couldn't even mutter a happy birthday to him, and coupled with the fact this was his first birthday without his mom around. She was fully aware of how much he adored and cherished his mom so this night wasn't the best night for him , it was far from that.
Fuego gazes intently at her and sees the sincerity behind her words, knowing she wasn't going there to make trouble. He buries his hand into his pockets and brings the card and puts it on her little palm.
"Thank you" she whispers, smiling at him and then turns to go.
"Use my car instead, I'll go attend to the guests".
She nods and he leads her to the car,he opens and she goes in immediately, starting the ignition and she drives to the hotel.
Author's note
So can we all say that Tristen's reaction and retaliation is fully justified....
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