Raven's POV.
I was waiting for this moment when she would know her father had invested in my company. Maybe she'll be proud of me for catching her father's attention, yet why do the outcomes scream otherwise? I suddenly lost interest in what she said and left without saying goodbye to her.
My heart sank, fvck! How could I act like this? Maybe she thought I was still into her, but I won't, even though I am. I don't want her to think that I was so in love with her because she might just use that against me once again.
"How could you be like this when she's around?" I yelled angrily at myself. I wanted to yell, but maybe that's what other people would think, so I just waited to get in my car before I did what my mind was yelling.
I pretended that I had already left, but I was waiting to see if someone actually picked her up. I know I am her stalker; I admit it to myself but not to others. After a couple of minutes, a car suddenly came, and she got in there with a wide smile plastered on her face. I suddenly want to run over everyone who blocks my path, but I can't let everyone go through my temper.
I slowly followed them, and I was fvcking surprised when it wasn't the address where I had taken her. Could it be that the man lives here and they are living together? Knowing about it makes my heart boil!
"Fuck!" I hit the steering wheel, didn't wait for them to get out, and sped away. I don't know if I will be happy that she was in good hands or if I'll be disappointed with myself. I don't know but that day I got myself drunk.
I occupied the private room at 'The Bar' right next to them. I almost emptied the bottles displayed there, so I was very fvcking wasted.
"Sir, you're drunk. Do you know anyone I can call?" The man interrupted, so I blew fire on him; he knew that I was drinking. Here he was, disturbing me.
"Don't you recognize me? I'm Axl Raven! The owner of this bar is my friend, and I can buy you, so shut up!" I yelled at the man who tried to come near me, so he retreated back. A few minutes later, someone suddenly pulled me and slapped me hard. "Fuck! It hurts!" I complained. I saw Gretchen in front of me with a blast on her face.
"Go home and don't get drunk; you know your condition, idiot!" I shoved her and nodded to finish her exhortation to me.
I don't want us to have some conversation because, until Cbiara doesn't forgive me, I can't forgive her either. But I needed her for a business thing but it was just there.
"I'll tell Eric to fire you for slapping me hard!"
"You deserve that." Her defense was tough; she wasn't afraid anymore because she knew Eric was head over heels for her.
I didn't hear from her anymore, which is basically what I wanted, so everything just made me feel more at peace. My driver came and got me in the back seat.
I thought everything would be fine with Cbiara after what happened to them in Manhattan, but that's just what I hope. She doesn't love me; she never did have feelings for me, even just a little bit. All I could see in her eyes was anger. Not even a little love can be traced. I'm afraid, but I know I can tame her. But by the way, she shove me away. That is unlikely to happen.
"Fvck! I was useless!" I curse myself. They support me, but I push them away. "I can handle myself; I'm not drunk!" I claim, and they never touched me again. My sight was currently blurry, which caused me to fall down a few steps.
Damn! I was drunk. Am I exaggerating?
"Fvck, Cbiara! I miss you!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I almost fell down the stairs. Good thing I held on to the rails of the staircase. "This is your fault, Cbiara; you didn't support me." I blamed her for having a new man in her life while I waited for her.
Why is she like that? She shouldn't have found someone irreplaceable in me; I was irreplaceable! Does she still want me to shout that at her? Annoying! How dare she make my life like this?
She's really good; she's quick to pick someone while I didn't even try to look for a woman when she left me. Even if he just kissed me, it was a joy to me, yet for her, it was just a simple one. Because she doesn't know how much I hit him. I don't care about the others; I only care about her.
"Damn it! Did she use black magic on me?" I murmured to myself. I lay down on the bed and took the pillow that she often uses whenever she is with me. Her scent is still here, I haven't replaced it since then. I forbid anyone.
Did she really forget me just like that? I ask in my mind once again. How dare she?! I am not allowing her! I was crawling until I reached the top and got the frame where her picture was. I was caressing it; she didn't know that this picture of her like this existed. She's on her side, so you can clearly see how beautiful her sharp jawline, high-bridge nose, and long eyelashes are.
That's why I forbid everyone to enter my room because I don't want them to know what's inside it. I was a ruthless and powerful person outside of this room, but when I was here, her picture was the boss. What if she were here?
How can I move on when this is what always opens my morning and when I get home at night? I won't move on; I can, but I won't. I swear to myself that it's always hers, no matter what.
But will I still hope when she is already in a relationship? She is happy with someone, and I don't want to force her. I don't want her to like me because I forced her. I don't want to destroy her either, but once I noticed that she was unhappy about her relationship now, I won't think twice about taking her back into my arms.
I fell asleep, hugging her picture, until I woke up