My Naughty Lover ✔️

Chapter 103

Zac's POV

"So you never loved me?" she asks with her fake smile as she tries to prevent her shaky voice.

These words keep replaying inside my head as I take out the cigarette off my lips and exhale the vaping smoke. How, I wish, I would have gotten rid of this mistake of mine, just like this smoke.

"Are you alright?" Max asks from behind.

"Yeah." I lie.

"You stopped smoking since a long time. Why are you smoking again?" Max asks.

"Can you just mind your fucking business?" I snap at him. Yes! I fucking did stop. But, I'm nervous ok! I'm very nervous.

"Are you nervous?" he asks. This shithead knows too much about me.

"Shut up."

"Look, Zac. I don't know if one day you will stop playing with their hearts like this but you really need to stop doing that just because Tina broke your heart!" He says furiously, leaving me speechless. It's the first time I saw him angry.

"When I saw her crying her lungs out because you broke her heart, it kind of hurt me too. She was very hurt with what you did. She was someone who could have made you forget your past. I know you well, Zac. If you really like her, go and recify your mistake before it's too late." He says with a mature tone, like he always does when I mess up.

"I don't like her."

"Stop lying to yourself." he says.

"It's too late, now." I say bitterly. Fuck it's too late.

"Tell them that I won't cut the cake." I say to Max and he nods before leaving the balcony.
I need to talk to her. I can't just let her go.
Damn it!

Scarlette's POV

My phone vibrates on my nightstand, for maybe a hundred time. Sincerely, I lost count after 25. My heart aches with pain. I feel betrayed, used and definitely depressed.

What the hell was I thinking honestly? He would loved me? They warned me several time and each time I was acting more stupid than I am. Liam was always telling me continuously that he was a womaniser. How could I ignore the fact that he was always lying to me constantly?

First he lied to me that his grandfather passed away, then he lied about his parents. He even lied about Tina. It's no shock than he lied to be about being in love with me.

Those 'I miss you' and 'I love you' were just an act. Why would he do that?? What did I ever do to him? How could his eyes be so deceiving?? Those time when he would bring me to his secret spot or his grandmother's place, seemed so real to me. That one time when he even arranged a beautiful dinner at the kiosk to celebrate our two months of dating anniversary, was all that fake? Why would he stand at this extreme extent just to pretend to love me? What would he gain with this? Is he such a narcissist that he enjoys breaking other people's heart? He even lied when he told my dad that he was very serious about me. He even talked bravely about changing my father's mind. He stood up for me when my mother was insulting me at the food court the other day. Why ?? Why would you do this to me Zac? Why? I even changed to impress you! Why the hell would you do that to me?

I turn off my phone out of furiousness as I lay on the bed while staring at the ceiling. Everything was just too perfect to be true.
What will I say to him when he comes back? I can't kick him out, can I? I was starting to love that beast too. Yeah, I'm referring to Alpha. Tears are trimming down my face again and I can't seem to stop them.

Zac's POV

I open the freaking door, with my throbbing heart. She is not in the living room. I head straight in her room and panick takes over me. She is not here. "Scarlette?" I call out her name but no response. I look for her in the bathroom, in the kitchen and she is nowhere to be found. Where the hell is she? Out of furiousness, I head inside my room where I find her laying on the bed with my sweater in her arms. She is crying. God! Why the hell did I do this to her? I don't know if I love her but I know for sure I ruined her.

"Scarlette..I'm sorry." I say but she doesn't reply.

I approach her on the bed and she seems to be in deep reflection. After a while, the bubble finally pops as she looks at me with a fragile smile.

"It's okay." she says. "I'm sorry for coming in your room and holding your sweater." she says in almost a whisper.

"It's cool." I say, while looking at her getting up and walking towards the door after putting the sweater on my desk.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"In my room." she answers, leaving me alone in this room.