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Chapter 6 - Evan

"Who's Emily ?"

That single question made both my smile and stomach drop. My face turned a thousand shade of blue. My hands had probably turned colder. I looked at her, wide-eyed. I was feeling a thousand emotions every millisecond. Anger, Disappointment, Sadness. I kept on opening an closing my mouth to get some words out, but none came.

How does she know about he ?!

"H-How do-?"

I couldn't bring myself to say any further. My throat had turned bone dry. My senses were overwhelming me. The welled up tears in my eyes were starting to blur my vision, as I refused them the permission to flow out of my eyes. It's been only a day and the wound was still open, fresh and bleeding. I still remember the position she in with that asshole-I-don't-even-know. I just can't seem to get it out my head. I swallowed hard, took deep breath and cleared my throat.

"How do you know about h-her ?"

My voice cracked with overwhelming emotions. Despite my attempt to not stutter, I stammered at the mention of her, even though it was in pronouns. My tongue slid over my suddenly dry lips. The dryness of my throat would make the Sahara Desert seem like a tropical paradise. There were countless thoughts running through my mind.

How did she know about Emily ?

Is she a creepy stalker ?

Had she run a background check on me ?

"The night that I'd found you drunk, you kept mumbling her name. You even kissed me, thinking I was her."

She said - unbothered by the fact that she was kissed by a complete fucking stranger - and sipped on her Whisky. I don't know why, but I felt all the heat of my body shift to my cheeks and to a specific area below my torso.

"But I thought you said we didn't do anything."

"I said we didn't fuck. Not that we didn't do other things that don't include sexual activities."

She grinned and looked me up and down. Is she checking me out ?

Definitely not.

Her eyes scanned my entire face and stopped at my lips, that made me lick them.

Nope. Not possible.

Her eyes kept roaming and this time, they stopped on my slightly exposed chest.

Maybe ?

Her eyes kept on moving down south, till they stopped on my abs - that were exposed through my white transparent shirt.

Alright, she's definitely checking me out !-

"She is my girlfriend."

Her eyes darted back to my eyes as I answered her question. There remained hint of coldness in them.

"Is ?"

She asked me the question even I've been asking myself.

Is she really still my girlfriend ?

"Well, technically, we never broke up. I just left from our shared apartment after I walked in on her."

I said in a tone, that even I know sounded uncertain. When and as I said that, the most of reactions I've gotten out of Christine were visible. Christine was surprised. Even I wasn't sure where I stood in her life. Whether I was really her true love. Or just a pastime.

"You freakin' walked in on her ! Cheating ! And you're saying you technically never broke up ?!"

She said. She didn't raise her voice. She never did. But, I heard her loud and clear. Her voice was neither classifiable as yelling nor as calm.

"Uh...? Yes...?"

Her eyes widened to such an extent that I was sure it would pop out of her sockets in a second or two.

"Break up."

That was all she said. That's it. Not even a 'I have an advice for you.' Just a 'Break up.' It was take it or leave it. I felt numerous emotions wash over me. Most abundant one was sadness. We dated for almost five years. We met at my debut Runway Walk back in 2019. She was the daughter of a friend of the studio owner and the said owner slipped her in. We went on to become friends and later started dating after I'd risen to popularity - which was almost immediately. We moved in together, just a year back, at our fourth anniversary.

"Should I?"

The entire conversation we had after the 'Who is Emily ?' question, my tone was completely uncertain and unsure. Even I had doubts on myself. Just as she opened her mouth to answer my question, my phone rang and vibrated in my pocket. I sighed and gulped down every single drop of the remaining Whiskey in my glass and set it down on the bar counter.

I took out my phone from my pocket. My eyes widen and I almost dropped my phone from my hand and on the ground. A sharp inhale of breath was taken in by me as tears filled my eyes. A large, uneverytime I thought or her or even hear her name, the memories and images of her with that man came rushing to my mind like a sweet childhood memory.

"Pookie ?"

Christine leaned over and read out the name I'd saved for Emily, out loud.

"Emily."

I corrected her and turned off my phone screen and kept my phone on the counter, flat on it's screen.

"Aren't you gonna pick it up ?"

"No."

I said almost immediately and too quickly.

"And why not ?"

She asked. I thought for a moment.

"The worst way a person could break up is through calls or texts."

I said, even though I didn't want to break up, I knew she wasn't worth my time anymore.

"So, you do plan on breaking up with her ?"

"Yes."

I was on the verge on crying my heart out. But I couldn't. Not in front of her. I had to keep up my image of an elegant model.

"Crying over spilled milk is useless."

She said as she noticed my sudden silence.

"I'm not crying."

I said, even though I felt the lump forming in my throat.

"Sure, you aren't."

My eyelids grew heavy as the alcohol kicked in.

I better get going.

"I should get going."

"Why ?"

I looked at the time.

Freakin' one in the morning !

"It's one in the morning. What better reason do you need ?"

She looks at the time and shrugs nonchalantly.

"It's only one. It's not that late. Stay."

Even though her voice betrayed any emotion, her eyes looked like there was a hurricane of emotions inside her.

Stay ?

I can't believe she just said that. I don't what I'll do if I stay anywhere near her in a ten meter radar and she wants to stay for another...I don't even know how long.

"I really can't. I have a photoshoot tomorrow, which I can't miss. And I need to have all the sleep I can get. So...yeah."

Of course I didn't have photos hoot tomorrow. Even if I did, I definitely wouldn't be drinking the night before. I just wanna get out of her intimidating presence and just have a good night's sleep.

"Alright, then. Be my guest. The door's right there."

I got all my belongings and looked back at her.

"Bye."

I said looking at her. When I got no response, I just sighed and left. I had already called uncle Phil - my driver - to pick me up at the location I sent him. I opened my apartment and just straight away plopped on the bed. I hadn't even done anything all day, but I was still tired.

Maybe it's the alcohol.

My eyelids grew heavier and I found it hard to hold them up.

I fuckin' hate her!

I hated how much she had me affected in such a short time! I hated how I couldn't push her away, no matter how much I fuckin' wanted to! I hated how whipped she had me for her! I hated how she made me forget about Emily everytime I was with her!

God, I hate her so much!