Elona’s POV
I groaned, squinting as the sun’s light shone into my face through the window. I felt like crap, I was thirsty… very thirsty. I sat up wincing as my head throbbed. I had too many drinks last night. I promised myself that I wouldn’t even do this again when I first drank alcohol at the club with Cris, and now I made it worse for myself. I moved my hair out of my face. I was still wearing my dress. How did I get home last night?
“How are you feeling?” that familiar voice stopped my heart, my eyes huge as I looked at him chilling in the chair beside my bed.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, scowling at him.
“Eric called me last night when you were passed out on the bathroom floor at that club. I don’t want you to go down this road because of me. You can do better than this.” he said, holding my gaze. I could see concern mixed with disappointment in his eyes.
“I didn’t ask you to get me. Eric shouldn’t have done that. I would’ve been fine on my own,” I sucked in a breath, but everything hurt.
“Just take it easy. You had plenty to drink and who knows what Luca might’ve been up to.” He never took his eyes away from me.
“Well, I’m not your responsibility anymore,” I said, but then my eyes found that familiar little gift box on the vanity. I furrowed my brows. “What is that doing here? I gave it to Spooky so that he could give it to Tristan.
He looked in the direction of where I was staring, “Eric came around this morning to check up on you, and he gave it to me. Why would I want to keep it when I made that, especially for you?” he turned his attention back on me, raising an eyebrow.
“You are so relentless. I don’t want anything from you. You broke up with me and here you are.” I hissed, and I removed the duvet and stood up, but the room spun.
“Hey,” I felt his hands on my arms “Please, take it easy. I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said softly. But his touch sent electricity throughout my entire body.
“I’m okay,” I pulled away and walked towards the door. “Thank you for seeing me, but I want you to leave,” I said over my shoulder. “I don’t want you to be anywhere near me again,” I came to a stop at my bedroom door, turning around to face him. He moved closer. “I don’t want to see you again. It’s time that you started being there for your little family. I’m sure Maggie is wondering where you are.” I held his gaze as he stood in front of me.
“I don’t give a shit about her,” he replied.
“Please take that gift and leave.” he remained rooted in his spot. “Leave!” I raised my voice.
“I’m not leaving until your father gets back,” he hissed back at me.
“I don’t need you here, I’m perfectly fine on my own,” I was boiling with anger.
“I’m not leaving,” he stood his ground, but I’m willing to fight.
“Then I’m leaving,” I turned to walk out, but he gripped my arm and pulled me against him, my hand on his chest, and then I didn’t see it coming.
His lips pressed against mine, pushing me back until I was against the wall. He deepened the kiss, his hand moved to cup the back of my head, but then I pulled away. My hand came into contact with the side of his face. My hand stung, his face turned away from me, but my chest was heaving. He kept me against the wall and slowly looked back at me. His eyes found mine and there was pain in them. I swallowed.
“I’m sorry, but you’re no longer allowed to kiss me after that break-up.” he caged me in with his hands resting on either side of my head against the wall. “Maggie is waiting for you. She needs you, but don’t ever kiss me again.” tears stung the back of my eyes.
“I deserved that,” he said, which was barely audible. He was only inches away from my lips. “I still love you.”
“Then you shouldn’t have broken up with me,” I said through the hurt that resurfaced. “Your fiance is waiting for you and I suggest you go before she shows up here.”
“What are you talking about? She isn’t my fiance,” his expression changed to confusion.
“Maggie showed me a pretty diamond ring last night before I went to the club. So go to the mother of your baby.”
“She is lying. And-And what did you mean when you said we lost a baby?” He searched my eyes. They were full of anger now.
“I-I don’t know,” I lied. I was not going to admit that we lost a baby. That part of my life is done. It’s too late now. I looked anywhere but into his eyes.
“So it was just a dream,” he stated, and I shrugged.
“Please leave,” I pushed against his chest and he willingly stepped back.
“I have to take care of you until your father gets home,” he said.
“Well, I can handle myself.”
“You couldn’t even handle yourself last night,” he gave a little laugh.
“This is not funny,” I moved past him and walked out of my bedroom.
“I can make breakfast, you need painkillers, and you need to take your birth control pills,” he followed after me into the kitchen. I stopped and turned around to face him.
“Do not tell me what to fucking do! You are not part of my life, so stop ordering me around to do things. Stop telling me to take my birth control pills! You do not have the right to tell me anything that doesn’t involve you! You fucked my life, and then having a friend that hurt me just as badly and rubs it in my face every time she gets is driving me insane. Go to your fucking family because I can’t give you one. Those are the words your precious daughter said to my face. Would it have mattered if I had fallen pregnant and lost it? I don’t think so, so whether or not I lost a baby, you are not welcome into my life to demand I do things.” He stood there as if he was a little child being reprimanded. “All three of you deserve to be a family. Spooky is the only friend that I will ever have. So leave before I call the police on you,” I was trembling with anger, tears welled up in my eyes.
He held my gaze but his mask slowly slipped away, revealing his sadness. He looked down at my flat belly. He licked my lips, moistening them, “You know… most of the time I wish that I could have a baby with you instead?” his eyes found mine again. That stopped my heart. “But now I’m living a nightmare knowing that I’m having a baby with the woman that I despise and that is something that I have to live with every day of my life. I regret breaking your heart. But I wish that it was with you. If we lost a baby, then I would’ve held you in my arms until both of us healed. I would do anything in life as long as it could be with you,” he said, and then he walked out of the kitchen.
I heard the front door close. Tears ran down my face with the words that he left me with. He still didn’t get it either. That I lost our baby. He still thinks that it was a dream and part of me is happy that he thinks that it was only a dream. I was relieved about it. I will keep that my secret because he clearly has a new life and I will not let him break me again. I can only hold onto the memories and those words. If we were meant to be, then we would’ve been together.