without you || n.j

Chapter Thirty Two

Ibiza was more crowded then I expected. I continued staring at the car window as we whizzed past the traffic. I had told myself to that I wouldn't ruin this trip for Melissa. She was thrilled the moment I agreed to be on this trip with her. Her happiness meant a lot more to me then how I was feeling.

I trudged out of the car the moment the driver stopped in front of our hotel. I was amazed at how people coming back into the hotel were already drunk and it's only three in the afternoon. The party truly starts at anytime here.

"Here's your room key." Melissa said handing me the room card.

I furrow my brows in confusion. "Were not staying together?"

"They were fully booked and they only had single bed rooms available," She quickly said in just one breath of air. "I guess this place is popular with friends staying together." She let out a nervous laughter.

Her last sentence made no sense but me being the nice person I am, made no comment and let her enjoy herself.

"Show we head to our rooms?" I said changing the subject and because I was feeling exhausted.

I saw panic flash through her eyes. "NO!" She yelled.

Something was wrong with her. I frown and I can't help but give her weird stares. She was only like this when she was hiding something. Melissa was never a really good liar, which was why Marc would always have to act surprise when she throws him a surprise party or get's him a gift.

"Is everything alright?" I questioned staring her down." You seem a bit... Panicked?"

She briskly nodded her head. "I'm totally fine. There's nothing to be panicked about... I'm just... I'm just waiting for our bags."

Is she already getting Alzheimer's at a young age? The bellboy just came up to us not even three minutes ago to tell us he was going to bring our bags to our rooms. What's next is she going to forget where were at?

"Melissa... The bellboy just told us he was going to bring our bags to our rooms. Did you already forget." I asked slowly, making sure she understood every word I was saying.

"My mist—"

"I'm here! I'm here!" Shouted a voice in the distance.

I turned my head to see who it was, not recognizing the voice. That was until they come into a closer view. My brows furrowed together confused as to why he was here. Did he not have anything to do.

"Don't you look excited to see me," He said sarcastically. "What a way to give me a warm welcome."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm just confused as to why you're here." I looked him in the eyes and spoke with him as if we were the only ones in the lobby.

"Your friend over there." He pointed his finger over in Melissa's direction. It seemed like she took a few steps backwards the moment Sergio got here. "Heard it was mission 'make Cassandra forget about little Barca boy' it sounded fun. Now I'm here to help you."

I looked over Sergio's shoulder to give Melissa a look of disapproval. She gave me a look pretending she didn't know what I was talking about.

"I'm standing right here you know." Sergio interrupted, clearly wanting attention.

"Really?" I said trying to sound like I just found out. "I have no idea."

"Ha ha. Very funny." He said in the most monotone voice I've ever heard.

"I'm gonna let you guys talk." Melissa said backing her away to where the elevators were located."Bye!"

Well fuck you, Mel.

I could follow her, but I wasn't that of a rude person to leave Sergio stranded here. He should be blessed I'm this nice.

"So... What happened between you and Neymar?"

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Sergio raised up his shot glass. "Here's to forgetting assholes," He slurred over the music. "Wait— I'm an asshole. Cass, don't forget me."

I giggled, something I would rarely do if I was sober. "You're the only guy, I trust Sergio."

We tapped our glasses and drank.

"I'm gonna go get us some more drinks." Melissa shouted and grabbed Sergio's credit card.

Drinks were all on Sergio tonight and we were blessed. We could have endless drinks without having to worry about the cost.

"I never want to come back home." Sergio laughed for no particular reason.

"Me too." I whispered, regretting thinking about back home. I was having an astonishing time with Sergio and Melissa in this club until my mind wandered back to Neymar. I missed him, despite what he did to me.

"I love him, Sergio." I blurted out staring at the crowd of people grinding on each other.

Sergio stopped laughing and I felt the atmosphere thicken. "You're unbelievable, you know that right. Are you forgetting what he did to you," He spat. "He left you and your child alone. Then he snaps on you. I don't call that love, Cassandra."

My lips quiver. He was right. Neymar didn't love me. I fell into his traps and believed all his lies.

This was the same way Micheal had played me, yet I fell for it once again. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing like a manic. The taste of blood and tequila was a unique taste.

"I'm an idiot." I release a laugh. "Love. What a silly word that is. Don't you agree."

Who needed alcohol when you had Neymar Jr. He's the master of making people feel numb and feeling like an idiot.

The night had took a 360 degree turn, if went from us being the annoying overly happy people now were the most depressing.

"You're not an idiot." Sergio said softly as if he was talking to a small child. "He treated you like the queen you are. He just didn't cherish you like he was suppose to. He's the one that's an idiot."

He slid closer to me, leaned back and looked into my eyes, touching each side of my face. "Don't you ever call yourself an idiot."

I reached my arms up and brought his lips against mine, smiling when he didn't pull away.

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{a/n: happy holidays to everyone and this is my gift to you 

im sorry." } not edited