I love it, I love everything. A handsome man is paying for whatever I order tonight, and that man is the owner of this places. Damn I am glad I decided to come here tonight. "You must be the famous Alex Volkov." I extend my hand out to him so we could shake hands, instead he kissed it.
"And you are." He winked at me.
"Belle..." I wondered if I should use my last name or my husband's, but I decided to use my own. "Belle Jones."
"Beatiful name for a very beautiful woman." The last time my husband told me I was beautiful was before we got married. After we got married the only things he would say was that I looked dull, boring and old. I thought it was my fault at first but I realised that he was just an asshole.
"Thank you."
"So why is a lovely lady in a place like this all by herself?" I knew he would ask such a question.
"I am here to wash away all my worries and just enjoy to night like everyone else." He gave me a smile. He had a very beautiful smile, it was warm, bright but dangerous.
"Then you've come to the right place...at the right time." He placed his hand on my thigh, letting his intentions know. I guess he was a straight forward guy. I would be lying if I said his touch didn't awaken something in me but it's not like I was going to give in to it.
"Really? Would you like to dance? I am sure you are a good dancer."
"I am not sure, you'll be the judge of that." He stood up from his seat and held my hand as I stood up from my seat. When we got the the dance floor all eyes were on us, most women were eyeing him. He was a bachelor most women wanted to have but they just couldn't have him, but here I am a woman who just became a widow today is dancing with this man.
Some were giving me death glares because I looked like something insignificant. According to them I didn't deserve to be dancing with this man, but who cares?
He placed his other hand on my waist. I looked at his eyes. His eyes showed no emotion, you could never tell what and how he was feeling right now, it's like he had trained himself to not let people see through him. It was like an iron wall that couldn't be broken or even cracked.
But at the same time he looked empty, like he was missing something, but I couldn't tell what it is that he was missing. "What are you thinking about?" His question disrupted me from my thought. I cleared my throat.
"OH...uhm...nothing, it's nothing." He gave me a look that said I don't believe a single word you are saying. "Don't look at me like that. It's really nothing." I was lying, but I was not going to tell him what was on my mind, it's not like he served to know what was going on inside my head.
"Shall we leave then?"
"What?"
"Let's go, somewhere much quieter. And more private." He said.
"If you are looking for a one night stand then I am not the one. I just came here to drink not have sex." I might have been in a sad and miserable marriage but that didn't mean that I wanted to have sex with any guy I layed my eyes on. He sighed, I could tell he was a bit disappointed, but that was his problem not mine.
"My bad. Then can I get a kiss? I can't help it, you have beatiful lips." Argh this guy...but a kiss wouldn't hurt.
"Okay, just a kiss then." As soon as I said that he leaned closer to my face to kiss me but before he could I felt a hand grabbing my hair from behind. "Ouch!" I turned around to see who it was but I felt a hard slap on my cheek.
"You shameless woman!" I lifted my head to see who it was, it was none other than my mother in law, Helen. Could my dad get any worse than this. "Your husband died today, we just started mourning and you are here with another man, I knew that you were shameless but not this shameless. You husband's burial day and place is yet to be decided but here you are, trying to get climb another man's bed, Jesus what on earth did my son see in a slut like you."
She splashed wine on my face just when I thought things couldn't get any worse. I wanted to fight back but I couldn't. It's like my whole body was frozen, I felt hot tears falling from my eyes. No, I am not supposed to cry I am a big girl, I am supposed to fight back, but why, why can't I fight back? Why can't I tell this woman to buzz of and leave me alone? Why? Those questions were left hanging in the air, with no answers.
"I am sorry." I apologized, but not to my mother in law, to Alex. Now this woman had caused a scene here because of me. If I hadn't come here he wouldn't have had to watch this, he would have just found another woman he can have a passionate night with with no drama involved. "I will take my leave."
"Belle..." I could tell he wanted to say something but he didn't know what to say. I didn't want to be here any moment longer, I just took my purse and my phone and left. People were whispering to each other about me, some felt sorry for me some felt like I deserved this. Did I really deserve it? I don't know, I really don't know.
I got inside my car, I wiped my tears and drove away from the bar. I decided it was best to spend the night at a hotel because I am pretty sure my in laws were at my house. I guess it was not going to be my house anymore, I am sure they are discussing about how they are going to kick me our, and I am pretty sure I am not included in my husband's will.