The Wanker
CLYVE
SHOCK, Westley rooted in her spot wearing a horror look on her face, and those blue eyes were enormous.
I shifted my gaze to where her eyes were pinned-a bloke with a well-tailored gray suit and slick-back dark hair. They were wearing the same look on their faces.
Don’t tell me this is the wanker ex of hers?
His look seemingly fancy to be with Westley, but she could have better men at her disposal than this wanker. I was a little bit taller than him, but he must have spent a lot of his hours in the gym, lifting a weight based on his biceps.
He repeatedly blinked his dark eyes as if he couldn’t believe what he saw right in front of him. Then he stepped forward.
A lot of scenarios popped into my mind that I couldn’t even begin to imagine, but one thing that scared the living shit out of me was that he could possibly be one of her clients.
My blood turned to ice. God, hell, no!
“Harry?”
My brows met together. Harry? “Mate, you must have mistaken her for someone else.” I wrapped my arm around Westley’s tiny waist, possessively.
I was not the type of bloke who turned Neanderthal in front of his girlfriend or at any male population just to prove that this woman belonged to me. And thank, God! He heard my prayer.
Westley was still in her rigid posture for a minute and hadn’t moved a muscle or spoke a word.
“Love, let’s get inside the lift.”
“Harry, Jesus. I’ve been looking for you for years. I thought you were dead,” he said in a painful and worried tone.
It annoyed me that he kept on calling her Harry.
“Mate, she’s not-”
“I know her, and she’s Harry. Harry Bloom.” He grabbed her wrist.
I swallowed the overpowering rage not to punch this idiot in front of Westley, but when he didn’t let go of her hand, I couldn’t keep it any longer.
“Hey, fuck off!” I gripped his hand and ripped it off from Westley’s. “You don’t get to touch her like that because she looks like someone you know, mate. Don’t be a douche!”
“Harry, please?” he begged. “I know you still remember me. I need to talk to you. It’s very important.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not Harry. My name is Westley.” Westley dashed inside the lift, leaving me puzzled.
“Don’t even try again.” I raised my hand to warn the wanker off.
“Yes, you’re Harriet Audene Bloom. And I know you still remember me, Harry. It’s me, Trace. I’ve been searching for you and wanted to apologize, but your sister made sure that I couldn’t get near you.” He stood at the door to stop the lift from sliding close.
With a strong posture, her eyes narrowed into slits. “I don’t care, and I’m not the person you’re looking for. So stay away from the elevator, and we need to go up.”
“Just give me a minute and let me apologize-”
“Are you not even listening? I said I don’t care. So back off and leave me and my boyfriend alone. You’re wasting too much of our time already. Don’t let me call security for disturbing us.”
“Fine. I’m so sorry about what happened before. Just so you know, it was not our fault-none of it. You were the victim, and so was I. Your sister did this to us, Westley. Just be careful with her and don’t ever trust her. She’s willing to ruin a life if someone stands her way, and you are not an exception. Trust me she’s not the woman everyone thinks she is.”
With the rage still flushing through me, I glared at him, my gaze was vicious. “Are you done?”
He nodded subtly with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry for the trouble.” He looked back at Westley who was still shooting him a hostile glare. “Take care of yourself.”
I let go of a shuddering breath when he walked away. I got in the lift and pressed the button to our floor. Before the door completely slid close the bartender from the lounge appeared in front of us.
Great!
“Wait!” Westley held the door and grabbed her drink then gulped it in one shot.
“Easy there, love.”
She gave back the empty glass to the bartender and muttered thank you. “I’m sorry about earlier,” she muttered when the door finally closed in front of us.
“You knew him, don’t you?” I moved closer, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed the side of her head. “I wished you told me who he was because all I wanted the moment he grabbed your wrist was to punch him for treating you like that.”
“I’m sorry if I ruined our date. I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t want to see me again,” she said, gripping the back of my shirt as if she was seeking comfort.
“That won’t happen, Westley. We’re on this together. Before something happened between us, I knew for a fact that you had a lot of skeletons in your closet. I could’ve denied whatever we had, but I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t. I had a thing for my tenant, you know.” I kissed the top of her head when she chuckled.
“Thanks.”
“I hope you’ll open up to me now after what happened.” I pulled away, looking at her in the eye.
“I-I-”
“You don’t trust me.”
“It’s not that. I’m afraid you might not be able to handle it, Linton. I like you a lot, and I’m not ready to let you go just yet.”
I cupped her face, running my thumbs on her cheeks. “No one is letting go. Trust me I’ve had worse, and the moment I kissed you, I already accepted everything about you-from your past that I haven’t known, to the person I am with right now. I don’t care if you are Audene Westley, Harry Potter, or Harry Styles. I don’t give bollocks. I’m with you, and we’re on this together.”
I leaned down to close the distance between us. I was an inch to capture her trembling lips, and I could feel her warm breath when the lift door slid open, making me groan in annoyance.
An old couple was waiting in front of us, and I had to apologize before we stepped outside.
“Young love,” the old woman sang.
We walked in silence towards my room. Our moments were ruined, and the anticipation and excitement dried off. I readied myself for her retreat when I inserted the key card of my room, but I didn’t hear a thing. The silence was filled with dread, yet she stayed by my side.
“Do you want to come in?” I asked hesitantly. “We don’t have to do anything tonight. We’ll just talk if you feel like it, and I want to spend a few minutes with you before we do.”
She smiled, but that didn’t reach her eyes. The sadness was so deep. I couldn’t blame her though, there must be some nasty that happened with her life back then. One thing that confirmed my suspicion was that she was from this city, and by the look on that wanker’s face, Westley came from a wealthy family. And she had an evil witch sister.