The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Fifty five: I'm glad you refer to yourself as an object

I don't know why you hide from the one,
And close your eyes to the one,
Mess up and lie to the one that you love.
When you know you can cry to the one,
Always confide in the one,
You can be kind to the one that you love. 〰️ Halsey.

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He sighed.

Then ran his hand roughly over his face.

"I already told you that I-"

"See..." I said causing him to stop short. "You see..." I shook my head at him. "What makes me any different from you is that I didn't go about throwing a complete tantrum like a spoilt little brat... just like you're doing right now."

I turned around to walk away but he grabbed my wrist spinning me around. His eyes were hard. "Are you calling me a-" I knew this would happen I just needed the right opening.

"So I'll make you a deal you tell me your side and I'll tell you mine."

He let go of my wrist and looked at me suspiciously. I shrugged and he visibly calmed down. "It's only fair I guess." He frowned slightly. "But you're going first."

Ha!

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"I was in Spain for a photoshoot because I was modeling for a new brand."

"Why am I not surprised," I murmured under my breathe looking down at a frayed piece on the couch.

"What was that?"

I looked up at him curiously and realized that he had heard me. "Oh nothing," I said quickly. "Just go on." I urged waving my hand dismissively at him.

He looked at me suspiciously before going on. "It was precisely two years ago... I can't remember exactly how I met Alvaro. I guess a mutual friend or something introduced us to each other. He was the one that showed me around Spain. We went sightseeing together and all the works and it wasn't all that bad." I shook my head. Nothing was ever good enough for Ian. Instead of him saying it was good, he would say it wasn't exactly bad or horrible.

"After my photoshoot, I decided to hang around a bit before returning to Canada... Mainly to avoid seeing my father and also because I'd grown quite fond of him.

"One evening I decided to take a walk to clear my head. I needed to just leave my room. I met a girl beautiful I tell you. She one of the prettiest smiles I'd ever seen in my entire life." There was a tiny poke in my heart that I didn't understand. "She had red hair and grey eyes quite an odd combination if you asked me. I thought redheads mainly had green or blue eyes but in all, she was beautiful nonetheless." The poke was there again this time trying to get my attention.

"Her name was Maddie." He said thoughtfully and I gasped.

"Madelyn Graciela." We both said together but mine was a low whisper but he barely even heard me. I knew who that was I thought she was-

"I'm not sure if she was Hispanic or-"

"Mixed..." I said with a sigh. "She was mixed. Half American, half Hispanic." I said running my hand over my face. He looked at me weirdly and I shrugged. "I've heard Alvaro mention her once or twice." I lied through my teeth.

"I'm getting there." He hissed under his breath before more calmly. "She was... they were dating..." you must be wondering why we're talking about her in past tense... well good for you. "But I never knew at the time that she was seeing anyone I promise." He quickly defended and I gave him a look.