I have been stalked, and I am not able to do anything about the stalker. Am I enjoying so much attention? Not exactly, but I dread the coming days and the end result. I am not getting back to him no matter what, but what if my confidence is shattered in the coming days? I am terrified, and I am not getting with whom I need to discuss these things.
My family will surely push me to give him another damn chance, and my friends are still against giving another chance to Asher, but I don't think they are going to stick to their decision, of course, because of Asher.
My mind and heart were okay with my decision, but now they are shouting different things. Giving another chance is like digging my own grave, and I am still debating about my decision.
I started involving too much in the company matters because of this. I don't know when I am going to stop myself from running from everything, which is not the solution. I have voiced out my decision umpteenth time to him why the heck he is trying and trying is beyond me. I am afraid of his persistence. I know the result of the same, so yes, I am worried.
On the other hand, there is my fling thing, which is pushing me to question what's going on between us. I mean, after our outing, I am more confused than anything. Things started with fucking, and it was going to end there, so why am I trying to find meaning in everything?
After I broke his heart, I bet he doesn't have any more feelings for me for sure. Oh, not to forget, he is not the same shy or naïve Reece whom I had met before. This one is totally new, and this guy was loathing me until everything started. Definitely not at all like me to give chances to a betrayer.
In my college days, I thought Reece was exactly like me, but it turned out he was a version of Asher, but not completely. I have not been introduced to his full version, which he hid successfully, but I can make out he is a lot stronger than he is showing and ambitious.
Asher was also ambitious. With his family's support and power, he reached where he is today. Reece is struggling, but he will reach his dream someday. What version will he turn out after achieving everything is my biggest question—the worst, best, or totally new version?
The thing is, I don't know both of them.
Asher achieved everything at a young age and even more as the years passed. He didn't know how to handle his fame and took everything for granted. He will get distracted easily, and according to him, he has overcome his weakness. At least my parents believe Asher's word and my friends are on their way. Again, I don't know what to expect from that guy and how he has overcome everything over the years.
Asher is good at hiding things, but not for too long, and he will get caught eventually with someone. When he betrayed me for the first time, we were teenagers, and he had made a good name in modeling and through advertising for the branded items. He was a rising star, and girls were behind him irrespective of our relationship. It was my first relationship, and I didn't know how to keep track of everything so that the relationship between us stayed intact. As a teenager, I only knew to be good and respect each other's feelings and space. I believed him, so I never doubted a thing and ended up getting betrayed.
After the breakup, I thought he would never come back to me as he was reaching his peak, but when it happened, I was surprised and thrilled. It didn't take me a long time to give in again. I was so attached to my feelings for him, and he had sworn in front of both of our families not to repeat his mistake.
When we started dating again, he had signed a film, and his fame had reached the next level. The movie was a super hit; everyone was happy except me. I was too conscious and started giving 100% to the relationship. I doubted him from time to time, but he had well-written, convincing answers, so it never spoiled what we had. Until one day some private moment that had taken place in his vanity van leaked. He tried to convince me that he was rehearsing and all, but I had collected enough evidence against him, and my parents and friends supported my decision.
After one and half years, he showed up again, claiming he couldn't handle fame and his perks, and was also seduced when he was drunk. Over the period, he has mastered his fame and his feelings; now he knows how to handle everything. He wants a serious relationship only with me and no one else. He was in a gossip column over the year, but nothing was confirmed, and now he is adding this to his advantage.
The person I met when I was in my college days and the person working under me are totally different. As he claims, he is not old Reece, which he never was actually.
I was always thinking about his future when we were dating, as he was barely opening his mouth, never contradicting a thing, but now I am in shock. That is a lame word to put how I am feeling. Maybe he is more vocal now, I guess not even that. He is not the person I dated before. I dated my mini-version, and he is not the same person.
Reece was good to me and always was. My friends never liked him, and he didn't do anything to please them. He solely concentrated on me and to be with me. Asher would target him now and then, and in return, it would affect Reece's behavior and the way he was expressing after-affect. There would be a shift in his feelings for me whenever something happened with Asher, but I never voiced it out. He never spoke a word against Asher, obviously because of the background, but there would be obvious changes in him. He never showed his true self to me, not even once.
Asher is not satisfied with the guy he is with, and Reece has doubts about his feelings for the guy he is with, and both can pledge their feelings for their own needs.
I don't know how to describe myself. Maybe I am good at giving my 100% in the relationship, but it never reciprocates, or maybe I am pouring on the wrong person.
Asher is still sending me bouquets, not like the first time decorating my whole cabin. He is giving me a heads-up before ordering the food and calling my family and friends now and then. Till today he has only sent me texts but never called, and soon he will start that too. He is showing up in a few events where I would be present and acting surprised and shit. My dad is passing him important information related to me, and I am not stopping him anymore. No use in doing anything anymore.
My dad's suggestion to have one-to-one conversations and to clear the air. What exactly should I talk about with him?
It was evening by wrapping everything I carried important work to my home just to occupy myself or else my brain would explode.
The next day, after I entered the cabin, my secretary informed me about an upcoming event that had completely slipped my mind. After I gave my approval for the event, once again, I was occupied with work.
I was at the event sipping the champagne. This event is very important as I need to crack the next deal, which was millions worth together. I was in the middle of a discussion with important VIPs when someone intruded and grabbed everyone's attention. Everyone was shocked for a few seconds and happy to see Asher.
Asher is the type of guy who won't mingle with anyone just like that if they are VIP too, and grabbing his attention is not that easy. So, when he introduced himself to everyone, obviously they were bound to be shocked, and I can't help but curse everything that's going around these days.
After a few minutes of chit-chat with everyone for sake, he started conversing with me. Neglecting doesn't work on him; his persistence will force you to give in at any moment. I answered him very shortly and tried to cut the conversation, but as I said, nothing worked on him. Everyone got the clue and excused themselves one by one.
We were standing in the middle of the hall, and everyone had their side eye on us, which was annoying more than anything.
My glass was empty, which I didn't take notice of. Asher took the glass from my hand and replaced it with a filled one. He was too close, and making space between us was turning vain as he was filling the gap without wasting a second. It's irritating, but not completely. I am hating so much attention at once, but at the same time, I can't deny that it's making me feel good and flutter.
When we were together, he was carefree about showing off about our relationship. He never hid things, even in front of the media, which always pushed me into minor shocks now and then. Once again, this was happening, and it was gaining so much attention at this event, not to forget the flashes that were capturing the bloody moment. Oh god, this is going to be in the gossip column by midnight.
I took too much for the day, so I spoke. "Have you not heard a word called personal space? You are giving gossip to the media; maintain the bloody distance." He chuckled in return. "As if I care, let them fill whatever they want. My attention is solely on you and doing whatever it takes to get us back together." "That's not going to happen; you better give up and leave me the hell alone." Which came out a little louder and it echoed all over the hall. What a perfect time these people chose to be silent to listen to the bloody conversation. "Forget it; that's not happening. I am going to do whatever it takes to change your mind. I am sorry. I will be persistent and patient about perceiving you. I am not going to give up on us."
The hall was completely silent, and everything was heard by everyone. I wanted to hide somewhere. I left the hall abruptly, and Asher was behind me. He needs to give me fucking break. I almost made it toward the car when he held my hands, which made me stop from further moving. I didn't turn around to face him, but I could feel him as he was too close to me, and the same fragrance was hitting my nostrils.
"Ralph." The same begging voice which makes me weak at some point. I should not give in. I know that, but how long will I be able to stick to my words? If his persistence blindfolds me again? "Please stop whatever you are doing. We are not going to get back together. We are done, and I intend to keep it that way." I am begging for myself because the after-effect of break up would only born by me, it would never affect him as much as it affects me. "I know I made mistakes; please give me one more chance. The last one, I promise I will cherish it." This is the same fucking sentence I heard the last time with more cheesy lines. I sighed. "I had given, and I am done giving us a chance again and again. I am not going to be fooled once more. Give up; that's a request. I am not able to handle this bullshit, Asher." I am bloody weak. "Please, I am sorry. I am begging you for one last chance." That only made me trigger something inside me. One fucking last chance. Like, how many? "That's not happening, how much you beg for. We are not getting back together. I am going to repeat the same thing a thousand times if you want. Let me lead my life peacefully; don't force yourself and ruin everything for; goodbye." By snatching my hand, I made my way inside the car and drove off.