Athena Ramirez
I went out for a walk on the private beach on the resort and I was on my way back to the hotel. Eros and I haven’t spoken since last night. I had cried myself to sleep last night and I didn't know what to do. But one thing is for sure I still have a job to do. My place as his mistress or fuck buddy or whatever extracurricular position I had held in his life might have been removed but then am still his secretary. At least now realizing it out loud made me aware about the situation.
I wonder what he’s doing. Is he thinking about me? Does he feel bad? Probably not. Why would he, after the way he treated me? You don’t treat people that way if you care about them. It’s obvious he doesn’t give a damn about me.
The urge to want to talk with him and work something out.
I walk into the elevator and ride up to our floor. I step out, and as I’m walking down the hall the door to our suite opens and a local girl with long black hair and a mini skirt steps out. Her heels are at least six inches high. She’s tarted up like she’s going to a club, but it’s the middle of the fucking morning. My insides burn with jealous rage at just the sight of her.
What the fuck is going on?
It can't be, I mentally pleaded!
She closes the door softly and starts walking towards me in her high heels and with a confident look plastered on her face . The look I see in the mirror after Eros has fucked me good. She would have passed me by without even a glance if I had not stopped in front of her.
“Who the hell are you?” I’m aware that my voice is hard and cold and I’m being mean, but I can’t help it because staring at her is like staring at everything I had wished against... It proves that I meant entirely nothing to him..
Her dark eyes flash. "Look who we have here care to introduce yourself, who are you?” she asks me cockily.
“Am Eros Ramazzotti secretary"I say biting back at her although wincing at the way the title of secretary made evident that I was really just his secretary and nothing more....
"Are you another one of his bimbo's? Did you just have sex with him?” I ask her.
She gives me a sly smile. “With who? I know I never fucked your man. I can see the fire in your eyes"She says in her slurry with a touch of an Australian accent.
“i mean the guy in that suite? Did you fuck him?” I don’t want to play games. I just want to get to the bottom of everything. If she says yes, then I’m fucking done with Eros Ramazzotti...
The moment I get back to New York, I’ll walk away and never see him again. It might be hard but it had to be done, if it was a normal everyday routine to see girls troop out of Eros room before they were involved she would just be hurt a little because they're re not anywhere near intimate or involved and the dude didn't even take notice of her but now it's the opposite. She's utterly and totally inlove with him, also deeply involved with him too so how was she supposed to look the other way when the love of her life had just bedded someone else and not even in the confines of his own privacy but with her around...
That shows he has no atom of Respect, care , pity and even love. If he couldn't even pity her after everything they have been through together to want to respect her before fucking another bitch right in front of her. It just means everything was one sided. They say sex to men is like an excretion, a way for them to relieve themselves and right now she felt used. So fucking used and not only that, she had allowed herself to be used by him for his own selfish desires ...
All his promises of love, and possession,and desire and respect were all smokes and mirrors....
“It’s none of your business.”The lanky bimbo spits at me
I’m so angry I feel like punching her smug face. I’ve never wanted to punch anyone before. She’s smaller than me. I can take her. I grab her hand. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll report you to the hotel. How would you like that?”
A flash of fear passes her eyes before she masks it. “Yes, I did,” she admits defiantly. “Happy now?”
It’s the exact opposite of how I feel.
“Let go of me. It’s not me you have to be angry with. It’s just my job,” she says quietly. And suddenly, I feel ashamed of myself. She’s such a small thing. Even in her ridiculously high shoes, she only comes up to my chin. It’s a wonder that am ready to beat up a girl just because of a man. The thought sickens and disgusts me and I immediately release her.
She straightens her top and walks away without a care in the world.
I’m still staring at the empty space where she was standing when I hear the elevator doors close behind her. Only then, I realize I haven’t moved since she said she had sex with him. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t to hear her actually say yes, but she did.
She has no reason to lie to me.
But I don’t get it. Eros and I had a fight and he had the audacity to bury his cock in a fucking prostitute?
My heart feels like it is shattering in that hallway. The pain runs deep and sharp. This kind of misery in my heart is new to me. I’ve never experienced it before and I don’t want to feel this way. I don’t want to think any more about Eros fucking her. I don’t want to think about him anymore at all.
I honestly feel like I could punch a wall. Or maybe his face. I want to go into our suite and confront him. I want to look into his eyes and ask him what makes him think it’s okay to fuck a hooker after last night. What makes him think it’s okay to sleep with anyone after the way we’ve been with each other? But just the thought of the ensuing arguments makes me feel exhausted. I’m so done right now. I’m so angry and hurt. I wonder if I can find a new job before I get back to the states. Would it even matter?
What I need is a drink.
Yes, if I just get a drink in me, or several, I’ll be able to make it through the rest of this miserable trip until we head back to the states. I’m so done, this trip, and this whole fucking country right now.
I turn around and head for the elevator. My mind is so scrambled I don’t register the ride down or the walk to the bar. Suddenly, I find myself sitting down at the bar and ordering a vodka with a finger of tonic. The bartender fixes it up and sets it in front of me. I drink it and order a second one. He doesn’t so much as raise an eyebrow. I drink that down and hit him up for another. I don’t want to think anymore. I want to feel completely and totally numb.
“Athena? Is that you?” a deep but familiar masculine voice says from behind me.
I turn to see Magnus Bane in all his handsome glory... His face glowed like the sun, handsome men and their dramas. So done.
Although am surprised. I really didn’t think I was going to see him again. Especially after the way Eros had acted toward him the other day. “Mr Bane,” I say glumly.
"Please call me Magnus, No sir or Mr remember?"He says chuckling...
“What brings you here?”I ask..
He sits down on the bar stool next to me. “I guess you could say am nursing a brusied heart and have got a four hour conference I need to attend so am here drinking today,” he replies with a throathy laugh.
“I don’t think I can make it through another boring speech unless I get a little buzzed. So What’s your excuse?”
“You know, I’m not usually a day drinker.” I finish my third drink.
The bartender points, and I nod my head. He gets to pouring me a fourth one.
I haven’t eaten much today, and I know I need to pace myself. I need to make sure that I don’t go over my limit and totally embarrass myself. I’m still on a business trip, whether or not I’m with Eros. I still need to be professional.
Magnus nods. “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” You look quite rattled and shattered dear, the Athena I met the other day Is different from the one sitting across from me"He says concerned..
The bartender serves me my drink, and he orders himself a whiskey.
Should I tell him? Does he really need to know what’s going on between Eros and me? I bet he would love to hear that we aren’t working out. That Eros is off fucking everything that walks while my heart breaks more and more. I imagine myself taking Magnus up to my room just as Eros is leaving his. He’ll get mad, and I’ll say, “If you can fuck whoever you want, so can I.” I almost burst into a mad giggle. I’m starting to feel quite light-headed. Maybe a bit crazy too.
“Well, I’ve realized something that I think might actually be pretty awful,” I say.
“What’s that?”Magnus asks.
I take a sip of my drink. This one tastes more like tonic than it does vodka. I make a face. The bartender must think I’m a lightweight and can’t handle my alcohol. I finish the drink, fully aware I left Magnus just hanging. I turn back to him. “I’m in love with Eros"
“I’m well aware. It was the reason I hit on you. I like you. And I could see that a good dose of jealousy would do Eros good for him to be aware of his feelings for you.
“Wait whatt? You knew I was in love with Eros that day?”
“Of course. I saw it a mile off.”
“How?”
“The way you were looking at him, but I knew Eros is a tough nut to crack. He was fighting it, so I decided to help you by giving him a little push.” He grins. “I figured he’ll owe me, then.”
“No, you don’t get it. We aren’t together. I’m in love with him. He literally doesn't give a shit about me.”
"Dude dosen't care about me"I spit out a little too loudly, but my head was buzzing..
Hearing the words aloud is a kind of a revelation that I cannot ignore anymore. They couldn’t be truer if I pulled them out of a law book. We aren’t together. We never have been. And I shouldn’t be letting him get to me, and drinking my worries away at a hotel bar. I should be out sight-seeing and enjoying myself. I’ve finished everything I had to do for today. But even the thought of going sightseeing on my own makes me feel depressed.
This trip had promised all whole lot in the beginning, given me hope, confidence, desire, love but now nothing!!!
It's all bleak!
She got so wrapped up in Eros smokes and mirrors that she was deceived and forgot the real world.