Chapter 9

Book:Sleeping with my ex-boyfriend's Father Published:2024-11-19

*Andrea*
He couldn’t even stop me from leaving.
As I walked to the restroom, I thought of the girl I had seen him with that afternoon. How she had pressed her body into his and how she had spoken to me without respect, and Alejandro had sat there watching her.
Maybe I judged him wrongly.
Maybe he was a bastard like his son. Take a deep breath, girl, and don’t stress yourself over a man. I repeatedly told myself. I walked to the restroom and went into a cubicle.
Soon, I heard water running, and then two girls started talking. “She came again today. Everyone was so tensed.” One said.
“It has been ages since she visited. Why did she come today?” She sighs and continues, “It isn’t as if she is the boss’s wife of anything; why does she have the power to boss anyone around here?” The second girl asked.
“She had some relationship with the boss. I heard he was madly in love with her. He allowed her to do whatever she wanted until they ended. Maybe he is not over her yet. Rumors have it that when she left him, he cried while begging her,” she lowers her voice as she says the last part.
“I won’t be surprised,” the other said, and soon they left. I took deep breaths. This new information didn’t help at all. So she was his ex, and he is still hanging on to her. Well, that makes sense.
It explains a lot. That was why he didn’t act. Why did he overlook what she had done? I walked out of the cubicle and stood in front of the mirror.
A girl joined me and kept giving me a pitiful look. I almost asked her what was wrong, but I knew that would be rude, so I washed my hands and left.
When Alejandro let me off, I had honestly expected an explanation despite what I heard. I felt after the two times we spent time together, we shared something. Maybe that was me being delusional. He had not thought of it that way.
I’ve had a long day at work, and my whole body has ached. I had done a lot. After his ex-girlfriend left, he kept calling me into his office and sending me on one errand to another.
I felt he wanted to test my credibility since his ex had mentioned that I was unfit for the job. But he couldn’t fire me already, right?
I hailed a cab, “to the nearest bar,” I said.
The cab man was lovely and tried to engage me in conversation throughout the ride, but I wasn’t in any mood for that, so I kept shut, and he was smart enough to read into my mood and stop talking.
I usually don’t drink, but here I was drinking like there is no tomorrow.
I was on my third bottle of vodka when a guy walked to my table. His blond hair was combed beautifully, and his green eyes sparkled under the dim light. “Hi, beautiful!” He said when he got closer.
He was perfect, his jaws were sharp, and he looked very handsome, “you don’t mind if I sit here, right?” He asked. Even his voice was pleasant, deep, and hoarse. The only issue right now is that he is not Alejandro.
“No,” I said. I took a sip of my drink.
“Why is a beautiful girl like yourself drinking alone?” He asked. I contemplated between ignoring his question and answering him. “Same reason you are here alone,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended it to be.
“Well, I am here alone to get some stress out. Today’s work was stressful,” he said, leaning into the chair and beckoning a waiter.
“You don’t look stressed,” I said.
The waiter came and paused to ask for a bottle of red alcoholic wine. “So, how do I look?” He asked.
“Does it matter?” I asked. I was already indulging in a conversation I didn’t want to. “Yes. It does. I want to hear what you think,” he said.
“I have nothing to say,” I said. I stood up roughly. I felt tipsy. A slight sway in my step betrayed the effects of the vodka I’d been sipping all evening.
My cheeks must be flushed with a rosy hue.
The stranger attempted to hold me back from missing a step, but I caught on to my step before he could, and I gave him a sheepish smile.”I’m fine,” I said.
He sat back in his chair. The wine he ordered arrived as I left. I clutched my black purse, holding it tightly to myself as I walked down to the restroom.
I opened it and walked to the sink before splashing water on my face.
My head was down when two girls entered the restroom.
“Who the hell is she? How could she sit at the same table as him?” This one sounded furious.
“He would never sit with me and sit with an unidentified fool? And I thought it was an unwritten rule that no one gets to sit on his table.” They didn’t walk into the cubicle nor use the water.
They just stood there talking. I kept splashing water on my face, though I knew I should stop.
“She ignored the warning, so she’ll have to pay,” one said. I couldn’t differentiate their voices at this point, so I didn’t know who was speaking.
“Of course. She shouldn’t blame us,” I felt a slight pity for whoever they were talking about.
They began whispering between themselves. I raised my head. It was time for me to leave.
I walked to the door and reached for the doorknob when I felt a hand on my shoulder stopping me. Slightly irritated, I turned, pushing the hand off my shoulder.
“Oh, look what we have here?” A brunette girl said, staring into my eyes. The other crossed her hands over her chest. “Why were you hiding?” She asked.
“What do you want, and what are you talking about?” I asked them. I was already tired. “You were the one seated close to him. You bitch, how dare you ignore the warning?” She asked.
I’ve had enough restroom gossip. I didn’t need any drama.
“You got the wrong person,” I said, ready to walk out, but they held me back. “Let go of me,” I demanded.
“Why should I? You bitch. You know what you did, don’t you? You think seating at that table would make him yours?” The girl at the back uncrossed her hands and said as she took two steps closer.
“I think there is a misunderstanding,” I said calmly. It can’t be too late to reason with these girls. “He came to my table alright, not the other way round,” I said.
“Are you bragging about that?” The brunette asked.
“I didn’t know that was something to brag about,” I said.
“You what?” They asked in disbelief.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I said and began to walk away but was pulled back and slapped hard on my cheeks, then pulled roughly by my hair. I groaned softly.
“You bitch,” the other locked the bathroom.
“Let go of my hair,” I reached back to remove her hands, but the brunette pushed me forward and then backwards.
There was a basket of toiletries at the side.
I reached for it and hit her head with it. She let go of my hair at once. The other girl rushed towards me. I pushed her and held the brunette by her hair before dipping her head inside the sink.
I kicked the other who attempted to save her. She bent down and held her stomach. The brunette held my hand, wanting me to let go of her hair. “You don’t pick on just anyone just because you think you can,” I said.
I pushed her to the one on the floor.
I opened the door and walked out quickly. I entered the bar and walked straight to my table. Seeing me coming, the stranger smiled. I smirked. This fool almost landed me in trouble.
“What took you so …”
I took the glass of wine and gulped it down. “That’s to save it from being on your skin, you shithead,” I said and walked away, leaving him bewildered.
I felt someone following me.
I should probably enter a cab but I had wasted all my money on drinks. Why did I even go to the bar? I cursed myself internally. I called Alison, but her number was not reachable.
There is no way I’d walk home.
I had hit my leg on a chair while walking out and was practically keeping right now with my shoes on my hands.
I tried to quicken my pace. But it didn’t help as soon I was surrounded by four boys and the brunette.
Shit.
“You think you can get away from me?” She said.
“We’ve had enough fun, don’t you think?” I asked. My legs were shaking, but I pushed my chest forward, refusing to feel intimidated.
“No. You had your fun,” she said. Her hair was dripping with water. I looked around; why was no one asking what was going on? Why was everyone walking as if these idiots had the right to bully a girl?
“No help will come, so just follow us.” She said calmly. My face stung from pain.
“I won’t. Whatever you have to say should be said here,” I said.
“Well, you leave us no choice,” she said and beacon on the boys around her who began to walk towards me.
I stepped back, still clutching my bag.
It should be visible that I am scared now. One reached out to grab me by my arms. I flinched and turned to the side, expecting a hand to hold mine, but it never happened.
“What do you think you are doing?” A voice I recognized asked. I saw Alejandro holding on to the guy and glaring daggers at them.
I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Upon seeing him, the guys returned, and even the brunette was retreating. He walked to me and pulled me in, “Are you alright?” He asked.
A tear broke off my eyes.
“Who are you?” The brunette asked.
She was backing off but trying to look bold.
“I’ll visit you soon,” Alejandro said, and only he knows what he meant.
“I’m fine,” I said.
“I know,” he said without looking at me. Then he carried me in a bridal style and walked away. I was surprised. I wrapped my hands around his neck.
“I can walk,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t put me down.
“Hold on tight,” was the only thing he said. And I did.
His car was parked by the side of the road. The driver stepped out of the car and opened the door for us.
“Thank you,” I said. The car sped across the road.
He didn’t reply. He just helped me. Was he still going to pretend he didn’t know me?
“I won’t ask what happened,” he said.
“I’d appreciate that,” I said. I felt weak all over and felt sleepy.
The car pulled up in the same apartment he had taken me to the first day we met. “Come on in; I’ll take care of your leg before you leave; it must hurt,” he said.
I wanted to refuse but found myself nodding.
We stepped out of the car, and he led me to the same living room where I had lost my virginity to him.
He took care of my legs. I had sprained them.
And I swear it was awkward, especially with him keeping a straight face and not saying anything.
“I’ll be back in a while,” he said before walking upstairs.
My eyes felt weak. I willed myself to keep them open but soon gave in and slowly laid down on the couch.