It's not everyday, you find yourself on your knees, in front of your boyfriend's workplace, begging him to come out and talk to you.
The fact that we were having our first ever argument was enough to make me panic and freak out. I had never even thought of such a scenario. I thought he and I were different.
We were highschool sweethearts. You know the drill, first love. All that.
He was my Romeo and I was his Juliet.
Or so I thought.
He came into the picture when I was in my worst time.
I was sixteen and a newbie in highschool. I was a nerd, a loser, a weirdo, you name it. I had a hard time adjusting to life after a major move.
The whole year, I spent, eating alone and being bullied. It wasn't until the second semester when something changed.
Daniel was the captain of the school's football team. Every girl lusted after him.
So it was a total shock when he approached me and asked me out on a date.
At that time, I was so desperate to be liked and accepted by the people, I said yes.
That was how we began dating.
And it was perfect. Everything was perfect.
Until today.
We both moved to New York after graduation. Daniel had found a new job in the city. It was the best technological firms in the city and he was making a ton of money.
Everything was great.
Until I found out he was cheating on me with one of his co-workers.
I had come to the office to beg her to leave my boyfriend alone, when I found her sitting on his lap, kissing him, like it was no big deal.
Daniel had no shame. He just stared at me.
No sorry, no explanation, nothing.
Instead, he kept on kissing the bitch and told me to get out or he will call security.
That was when I ran out of the building and decided to wait for him.
He was my first boyfriend, my only boyfriend. I couldn't leave yet. I had this plan of growing old with him and spending my entire life with him.
How stupid was I to think that he loved me and that he would never hurt me.
Now I was sitting outside, waiting for him, to at least apologize.
He didn't.
Instead, he laughed at me and left, along with that bitch.
My world crashed.
My eyes welled up with tears.
I felt like my heart was shattering into pieces.
People were staring at me. Some called me pathetic.
But I didn't care.
I just wanted Daniel.
I needed him to take me in his arms and tell me that everything was going to be alright.
That was when a hand touched my shoulder.
"Miss." A voice called out.
I looked up to see an older man, staring at me.
I sniffled.
He sighed.
Then, he bent down and helped me up.
"It's late Miss. You have been sitting here crying for hours. You should head home. It's getting late and the company will be closing soon." The man said.
I stared at him and began to cry again. I didn't have the strength or energy to do anything else. I was so weak and tired.
The man stared at me. He shook his head and then said,
"Miss, can you at least tell me where your house is? I can call a cab and drop you off. But I need an address.
I didn't know why, but I found myself saying,
"There's a bar right there. Can you please drop me off there?" I said.
He looked confused but nodded.
I walked along with him to his car and got in.
A few minutes later, I was standing outside the bar, staring at the entrance.
This was it.
I had seen movies before. People always go to a bar and drink when they're in trouble.
So that was what I was going to do.
Drink until I forgot about Daniel.
I stepped inside.
The bar was actually decent. The music was low. The lights were dim. There were a few people sitting around, talking.
I went and sat down at the bar.
The bartender came and asked me what I wanted.
"Give me your strongest drink, please." I said.
He looked a bit surprised, but nodded.
As I waited, I felt someone sit next to me.
I didn't bother to look.
A few seconds later, the bartender placed a glass in front of me.
"It's on the house." He said. "You look like you need it."
I smiled.
I thanked him and began to drink.
I drank and I cried.
That was all I did. Cry…cry and cry.
I was so pathetic.
I was miserable.
That was when the guy sitting next to me cleared his throat.
I looked up.
My breath caught in my throat.
In front of me was the most handsome guy I had ever seen.
Or was it the alcohol?
I couldn't tell.
All I knew was that the guy had the bluest eyes and the sexiest smirk.
I blinked a few times.
I couldn't believe my eyes.
Was this an angel?
It had to be. I mean it had to be illegal to look so damn hot.
He had the most perfect facial features in the world. Chiseled jaw, thick, dark eyebrows, a sharp nose, full lips and eyes the color of the bluest sea.
But what was more fascinating about him was the fact that he looked like he had just walked out of a magazine cover.
His suit looked so expensive. I wanted to touch it.
What would the fabric feel like?
Would it be as soft as his skin looked?
And his cologne…it smelled so good. It reminded me of the smell of the beach.
I had to resist the urge to lean closer and smell him.
He was staring at me.
Wait, he was actually staring at me.
"Don't you think it's wrong for a woman to be drinking so much, as though, her mouth is a never-ending pit and her stomach is bottomless? He asked.
I raised an eyebrow.
What the fuck?
Did he just insult me?
"What?" I asked.
He sighed and took the glass out of my hand.
"You need to stop. You look pathetic. Drinking your pain away won't do you any good." He said.
I stared at him.
Who did he think he was to tell me what to do?
I wasn't going to let a handsome-looking stranger insult me.
Especially when I was already having a shitty day.
I snatched the glass from his hand and said,
"Well, I am having a shitty day and I can't think of a better way to deal with it. And I am pretty sure you don't give a shit, so you should mind your own fucking business."
I was expecting him to get angry, but he didn't.
Instead, he chuckled and leaned closer.
"I have to admit, you have a fiery personality. I like that." He said.
His lips curved into a smirk and I felt a blush coming on.
I tried not to stare, but damn, the guy was too damn fine.
"But still, Do you know that the number one leading cause of liver failure is excessive alcohol intake?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks, doctor. I will try and remember that." I said sarcastically.
I could feel his breath on my face and my heart was racing.
"Why are you drinking anyway?" He asked.
I bit my lip.
Should I tell him?
Would he care?
He probably wouldn't.
I mean he was a complete stranger.
But then again, it couldn't hurt.
"My boyfriend cheated on me. He dumped me." I said.
"You are drinking because your boyfriend cheated on you?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my glass back from him.
"Yes. Is there a problem?" I asked.
"Not really." He said. "I just think it's dumb. There are more important things in the world to be upset over."
I scoffed.
"I'm sorry if my problems are too stupid for you, Mr. High and Mighty." I said, taking a sip from my glass. "Why are you here then? Huh? Don't you have a pretty wife and kids to go home to and make miserable?"
He raised an eyebrow.
"No. No wife or kids." He said.
"Really? So, I assume you are a single guy, who likes to go to bars and harass girls, is that it?" I asked.
He grinned and my heart fluttered.
"Not that either. I like to consider myself a gentleman. Besides, I don't see any harassing happening. If anything, you are harassing me with your stinky, smelling breath." He said.
I lost it.
This guy may look like a dream, but he was a fucking nightmare.
"You're an asshole!" I screamed, slapping him hard.
He didn't even flinch. Instead, he stared at me.
"Are you always this emotional or are you usually like this when you are drunk?" He asked.
I glared at him.
"Fuck you!" I said, grabbing my purse and standing up.
I was done.
The guy was a jerk.
And here I was, thinking he was an angel.
I was just about to walk away, when my foot slipped and I fell down, banging my head on the edge of the bar.
The guy jumped out of his seat and knelt beside me.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
Everything was blurry.
My head was spinning.
I could see stars.
"Fuck you!" I yelled, punching the rock hard chest in front of me.
Then everything went black.