Diana’s POV
We walked out way through the noisy crowd and finally got to the counter.
“Two hennessy please!!” Sylvester yelled over the loud music.
“Wait what? I’m not interested in taking alcohol” I said.
“C’mon. You need to ease your mind, you look pale and dull. I guess you’ve been overthinking” he replied.
I couldn’t disagree because I felt very exhausted from all the the thinking. I couldn’t get my mind off Branden neither could I reply his messages or return his calls.
“Here you go, take a sip and forget your worries” he handed a glass of hennessy.
Hours went by and I kept taking shots of hennessy till I could no longer control my stamina.
Oh no! I really don’t want my head spinning and spinning like the last time I took alcohol, I kept staggering and my brain went loose.
“Take one more” he said.
“Sylvester I can’t” I rejected.
I stood up, trying to order my footsteps well, I fell and forced myself up.
My head was hurting and I needed to use the restroom so I walked over to the restroom and began vomiting.
Food particles rushed out of my system like a river and fell into the toilet.
I didn’t go so well with alcohol but I have to admit I feel so much better, I feel distracted from all the drama going on between Branden and I.
That fucking bastard! Why doesn’t he love me? Am I not sexy enough? Am I not beautiful and brilliant enough?
And I fucking loved him. He thinks he is such a big super god. I picked up my phone and dialed his number.
At four rings he picked up his phone.
“Hello? Diana? I’m really…..”
“Branden the billionaire! You think you’re so special huh? I loved you but you pushed me away? am I not pretty enough or don’t I have good curves?” my wasted self yelled over the phone.
“Diana are you alright? what has gotten into you?” he questioned anxiously.
“Why do you fucking care? huh? You think you’re some kind of god right?. Do you know how many men crave for me? There are so many hotter men than you, they have bigger abs and longer dicks and they are sexier than you. I don’t fucking need you!” I yelled and declined the call immediately.
I walked back to Sylvester and caught him kissing another lady which wasn’t much of a shock.
Gosh! Why is this dude such a pervert!? I really don’t care but I need to go home and rest. My head hurts and the loud music isn’t making it easier.
“Let’s fucking go!” I yelled and hit him, annoyance written all over my face.
Reluctantly he pulled the red haired girl from his lap and stood up.
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Branden’s Pov
“What the hell was that?”
Fuck! She fucking hanged up on me. Where the hell is she? After declining my calls and messages she just calls to insult me?
The throbbing veins in my neck depicted the gravity of anger I felt
I need to track her phone and get to her but how will I do that?
Yes! My technician can do this.
On spur of the moment i dialed his number to locate her.
After three rings he picked up his phone.
“Good morning sir” he greeted
I had lost track of time from all the thinking. It was 12 am. Nevertheless I don’t care if it was 3 am, I must find Diana at whatever cost. I always pay my technician to do jobs like this for me irregardless of the time.
“I need your expertise. I need you to pinpoint a location for me right now” I ordered.
“Ofcourse. I’m the man for the job” he replied.
“Good. I’ll send you the number right now” I said before quickly sending him Diana’s number.
“Do that and send the location to me I’m waiting” I concluded.
“Ok sir”
Moments later he sent the address of an unfamiliar bar which was almost four kilometers from my location.
What the hell is she doing at a bar by 12 am in the morning?
Ignoring my calls and messages was enough punishment but going to a bar by this time? What if men try to touch her and have her?
No! I won’t allow that!
Terror highlighted my features as my lips went into a hard scowl. Damnit, I need to drive over there.
I picked up my car keys and headed over to car garage. This wasn’t a time to get picky over my cars, I need to pick one and get to her.
So I hopped into one of my state of arts white Lexus which was parked along side thirty more luxurious cars.
I geared up the engine and drove off. After an hour I arrived at the bar. The bar was comically large. Different set of people moved in and out of the bar, including strippers and wasted men on suits.
I wonder what the fuck she’s doing here all by herself, why did she drive this far just to get high and drunk? What the hell was she thinking!?
I switched off the engine of my car and sat quietly as I began examining every soul I saw at the entrance of the club.
Diana and Sylvester walked out of the bar wasted, my facial features flushed in terror and anger, restraining my emotions from getting the best of me I sat still watching them cuddle and laugh for minutes besides Sylvester’s car like a wasted couple.
“Arrrrrrrrrgh” I exclaimed angrily as my heart pounded faster and my veins grew thicker. I slammed my fist on anything close to me inside the car.
“What the fuck is she doing here with my brother?”
This has go to be the worst way to get back at me.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed more as they stepped into Sylvester’s car and drove off.
“How dare they betray me like this? how dare Diana do this to me, even my own brother stabbed me at the back! I’ll make sure to teach him a lesson. Was this the best way to play out your revenge me? Fuck!” I yelled inside my sound proof car
Engulfed by rage I fired the engine to great heat, made a U turn and zoomed off. I had no ability to control my emotions especially when it came to anger. If i never cared about them both I would have walked over there and shot them both in the head but I cared too much to loose them. I’m not going to let this slide away like this, Diana has decided to tear me apart and leave me hanging just like that.
” I don’t fucking need you” my brain replayed every word that came out from her mouth over the phone. It hit me even deeper to think she had replaced me in her heart so easily with my fucking brother.
This hurts so much! I accelerated further with my hands tightening the steering wheel. My eye brows lowered and my eyes burned with wrath.
I felt like bashing my car against a tree but I knew there was alot more to do than committing suicide nevertheless my heart had shattered into a thousand pieces.