Dark Paradise

Don't Say Adios Yet

Don't Say Adios Yet

Adriana's P.O.V.

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining and the weather was divine. I attempted to shove all thoughts about the previous night to the deepest, farthest, pits of my mind. And luck was by my side today because it thankfully worked.

I was sipping on a cup of hot chocolate that soothed my being, whilst reading a book. I was unexpectedly interrupted by the ringing sound my phone produced that was quite irking. My arm reached out for the device, that laid on the coffee table and grasped it firmly. My eyes checked the caller ID and I sighed, knowing she was going to commence interrogating me about last night. I answered and Anna's high pitched voice enveloped my poor ears.

"HAVE YOU SEEN IT?" she clamored from the other line and I feared becoming deaf. I distanced the phone from my ear and mentally cursed her.

"Jeez, calm down," she hurriedly mumbled an apology and I continued talking.

"Now, what is it that I have seen?"

"You seem awfully calm so I'm guessing you haven't heard. . ." she dragged on her words and my anxiety level began rising. Curiosity consumed my being, but not as much as the nervousness.

"What is it Anna? Just get it over with." I impatiently demanded for an answer when she fell silent. What could be so important that she had to call me when I was having some alone time?

"Well, you see. . ." she resumed dragging on her sentences which wasn't helping my current situation. Anxiety got the best of me and I raised my voice at her.

"Anna!" I sternly said getting very impatient.

"Um, you know what? I'll just send you a link." she hung up before I could say a thing. I widened my eyes, staring at the bright screen. 'What was with her?' I thought, as my phone buzzed, indicating that she had sent me whatever she was blabbing on about. There were two links available, one of an article and the other of a video. I clicked the article one first and my eyes were fixated on the huge title in black. A dramatic gasp was released  by me as my brain registered what was written. This couldn't have been happening.

'Who's Ryder's Mystery Girlfriend?'

Those were the words plastered on the cover. Those were the words that I've never wanted to hear ever in my life. Those were the words that made me almost vomit all the contents present in my stomach.

'Ryder Morgan, heir of Morgan Corporation or as most of you know him as the sexy bad-boy womanizer who jumps from one bed to another, has just recently been reported seen at a gala with a female friend, or shall I say girlfriend. There were pictures taken of the playboy and stunning mystery girl lip-locking. There was also a video leaked of the mystery female stating she's his "girlfriend". So you have it folks, Ryder Morgan's officially off the market. Better set your eyes on any other bachelor, ladies. But the big question is, who's the mystery girl that has crushed every girl's fantasy of ending up with the hunk?'

I continued reading the article in utter distaste, but then I completely froze once my eyes caught sight of the image attached. It was of him and I, when we were dancing. It was the whole scene of when I almost fell but was saved by him. From the angle the picture was captured from, it looked as if we were lip-locking. I felt nauseous and disregarded the buzzing phone.

My brain began comprehending the fact that photos of me were spreading widely all over the Internet, but not just that, I was labeled as his girlfriend. My once firm grip on the phone weakened, and it dropped causing a loud sound to erupt in the empty room. He lied. He said they didn't care. He said they never released anything. Why now?