To be frank, I was stunned by Amelia’s beauty. She had a beautiful figure, round eyes, a beautiful smile, long wavy light blond hair. Her face and expression were kind, the kind of face that everyone would fall in love with at first sight. Her facial features were perfect. She looked like a model or an actress and I wouldn’t be surprise if she is one.
Hayden was smiling so happily next to her. It was obvious that they are so in love with each other. It made me realize just how vain I was to even think that Hayden could have any feelings for me. There was nothing that I possessed that would outshine a woman like Amelia. Now that I’ve seen a photo of her and how in love with each other they seemed, it was no wonder why Hayden refused to marry me or anyone else besides Amelia.
I guess I got a little ahead of myself when Hayden started showing some interest in me. I probably mistook his kindness in saving me for something that didn’t exist. It was obvious now that when he touched me and made love to me, he was just using me to pass his time. It was probably nothing more than casual sex for him. I should have known that so why do I feel so disappointed and hurt?
“You should at least have the decency to hide your girlfriend’s photo away when you bring another girl to your room…” I muttered underneath my breath.
Then, I laughed silently in my head at myself. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. I’m so pathetic.
I felt something warm and wet on my cheek and realized that I had started crying. Great.
Why am I crying? This is so stupid…
Quietly, I tiptoed to the door and slowly opened it.
Once I exited Hayden’s room, I was shocked to see Auntie standing there in front of the door as if she was hesitating whether to knock on the door or not. The worried and slightly startled expression on Auntie’s face reminded me that I hadn’t wiped away my tears from my face.
Shit, she just saw me crying. This is such a mess. She saw me just walked out of Hayden’s room and I’m in tears. I could imagine a whole series of wild scenarios that were undoubtedly running through her mind. However, I wasn’t in the mood to correct her misunderstandings, whatever they were.
“Miss Malissa…” Auntie murmured softly, her eyes on my face.
I didn’t know what to say to her and I didn’t want to explain myself, so I just nodded a little at her before I quickly walked past. My feet took me towards my bedroom, my safest place in this entire penthouse right now. My emotions and mind were a mess and I needed to be alone to sort myself out.
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Once in my room, I headed for the bathroom. I wanted and needed to clean myself. I filled the bathtub with warm water before I got in and sat down, enjoying the feel of the warm water enveloping my body. I turned on the shower and enjoyed the feeling of water raining down on me from above before taking the shower head in my hand.
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