Loyalty And Ashes

Elizabeth

I lost my job. I've lost everything I worked hard for and why? Because I was trying to please him. My parents don't care as long as I marry into a wealthy family.

It's always been me trying to please everyone.

I can't take it anymore.

I'm breaking up with him.

He was on his knees about proposing to me but I plan on ending it here and humiliating him in public because I'm done putting myself at a disadvantage.

I'm fed up with his whole existence.

I'm fed up with being used as a tool and looked down on.

I sipped on my drink trying to suppress the urge to throw up on his face.I hate him.

“Elizabeth, I don't know what I'll do without you.” He said.

I rolled my eyes internally.

He continued.“ You've improved my life, and without you, I would fall apart.” He reached for his suit pocket.

I looked around the restaurant; it was pretty crowded, and people were already peeking at us except for one man sitting at the far end of the building.

I don't know why he had caught my attention but I could feel his immense aura in my bones. Just the movement of his chest as he breathed gave me goosebumps.

He looked like a city thug, a gang leader or maybe a mafia lord, and I'm into that kind of man. He had tattoos peeking out from his button-up.

I trailed my eyes on those veins on his arm. He had long fingers and I couldn't help imagine how they would feel curled up inside me or maybe wrapped around my neck.

He has nails, too, not fingers but long nails, and I found them insanely sexy and attractive.

My breath caught in my throat as our eyes locked; the look he gave me was so nonchalant like I was but another irrelevant human. But it also held something deeper.

His eyes, they carried this flicker of danger in them.Like I was staring at something forbidden.

I watched as he sipped from his mug and ate the toast. He was insanely attractive but I did not like the aura fanning around him.

Still he was attractive.

I took in his facial features; I could only see half of his face, but that was enough for me.

I'll create the other half of the picture with my head later and then day dream about him sweeping me off my feet.

I sighed , why am I even having such thoughts? I've had enough heartbreaks so my thoughts should be less men ,more me.

“Will you be my wife ?” Felix snapped me out of my lust-filled reverie.

He was supposed to put the ring on my ring finger, but I beat him to it and picked up the ring. I brought it close to my eyes, scrutinizing it to see if the diamond on top was fake.

I've owned enough jewellery to differentiate fake diamonds from real ones, this here was fake.

He was as broke as shit!

I scoffed. “Eww … No!” Tossing the ring on the table, I walked out on him.

My heart beating loudly in my ears at what I just did. I walked out on Felix Sanchez.

No one walks out on him let alone refuse his proposal. I'll deal with the consequences later but for now ,I need to get out of this place.

The restaurant turned quiet and only the sound of my heels could be heard.

I threw one glance back before pushing the door open, but I didn't see the tattooed man.

That restaurant was the same restaurant where my high school friend got her heart broken and tell you what…he was the same guy.

I just returned the favour.

My phone rang and kept ringing even as I made my way outside. I bumped into someone while trying to put my phone on DND and I almost dropped my purse.

I looked up to find a set of irritated eyes, that of the man who had given me that nasty look inside the restaurant.

How did he get outside in such a short amount of time? Maybe he left when I wasn't looking.

For a few seconds, we just stood there with him glaring at me, his teeth grinding against each other.

The next second, he shoved me aside.

Yes, he placed his wide palm on my shoulder and shoved me roughly out of his way, then stepped past me like I was a pest.

I staggered, almost falling to my feet.

I groaned from the impact." What the hell !"

He didn't respond or even turn around but I knew he heard me.

What should I expect from men who have tattoos and are dressed in all black?

I huffed out an angry breath and proceeded to flag down a cab while my phone kept ringing.

My supposed boyfriend or rather ex was calling, I wasn't going to answer, not yet.

I stalled for like 15 minutes before finally answering.

“ Yes?”

“ Lizzy, please, where are you? Please let's talk, I can't lose you. Is there anything I did wrong ?”

I sighed. “ I was never yours to begin with, Felix. I just used you, and now you've been dumped just like you dumped Avery.”

His voice cracked.“ That was years ago! You can't do this to me, Liz.”

“You disgust me, Felix. You're a selfish asshole.” And then I ended the call.

The taxi driver gave me an amused look.“ You still haven't told me where you're going,”he said grumpily.

“To Luciano Hotel.”Cold wine and a nice bath would do me some good.

“ Are you married ?”

“Nope ”

“Engaged?”

“Nope?”