“Ugh,” I grunted and exhaled, feeling frustrated beyond words. I drove fast, speeding through the city as the rising anxiety got the best of me.
I parked my car on the nearby parking lot and got out, looking around the area. I quickly found her building, which was a brown brick façade that consisted of five floors only, and climbed up the stairs until I reached her floor.
My heart was beating fast when I arrived in front of her door, and it had nothing to do with me running to come here. I was so nervous, and when I knocked on the door, I even gave myself a small pep talk that everything was going to be alright.
I waited for several moments, but there was no answer. I knocked on her door again, fighting against the negative thoughts.
“Come on, open the door. I need to see you,” I muttered, tapping my foot.
A few seconds later, she opened the door, and my heart felt like it was going to burst when I finally saw her. Relief filled me when I saw she was alright and in one piece, but then I frowned when I noticed the way she looked. The first thing I saw were her bloodshot, puffy eyes and extremely pale face. She looked like she’d been crying. She was dressed in her pajamas, and for a moment I thought she got sick with the flu or something like that.
Her face changed from the initial surprise to anger, and my heart missed a bit. What had happened?
“Alexandra, angel, are you alright? Are you sick?” I took a step toward her, but she sent me a glare that froze me in place.
“Don’t you dare take another step,” she hissed. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”
I felt like she’d slapped me. What the hell? “Alexandra? What happened? Talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you,” she exploded, her face twisting in fury. She was trembling hard, and I felt so fucking confused because I had no idea what could have happened that made her this angry. “You are the most despicable person I’ve ever met. You are a liar! So, go away and don’t come near me ever again.”
The next moment she slammed the door in my face, and all I could do was look at it, feeling completely flabbergasted.
What kind of shit was this now? I couldn’t believe she was so angry!
The worst part of this was that she didn’t even want to talk to me. She was clearly mad at me for something I wasn’t even aware of.
I clenched my fists, willing myself to calm down my breathing, and took a step backward.
I didn’t understand. The last time we were together had been so hot and had blown my mind. Everything had been perfect so far. We got along great and the project was also going well.
So what had happened?
She’d called me a liar, and I had no idea what she was talking about. I’d never lied to her, so now I was more confused than ever.
“Shit,” I hissed and finally moved, looking one last time at the door she’d slammed in my face. She really wouldn’t open it and talk with me, huh?
I shook my head and rushed down the stairs. I was feeling bitter and hurt, but what bothered me the most was the feeling of emptiness that was spreading through me. It was something I’d never experienced before. I was shocked, because I’d never thought I would ever feel like this, but now that I fell for her so hard, I needed her more than ever, and this situation was making me feel like shit.
I needed her back, but I had no idea how to do that.
&nbs
p; 18
Alexandra
I’d thought the next day would be better. I’d thought the hurt would pass and I would be able to think more clearly after I took some rest.
I was so wrong. The next day had come, and I felt worse than before.
Even though I’d been trying to fall asleep the whole night, tossing and turning in my bed again and again, I finally gave up and spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling and feeling more miserable.
At six in the morning I got out of my bed, dragged myself to my kitchen, and sat down on the chair, contemplating whether to drink coffee or not. I was exhausted and I needed something to give me energy badly, but I never drank coffee since I hated it.
I got up and choose to make some tea instead. Maybe it would calm my horrible nerves.
I couldn’t believe I fell for Oliver’s lies. When he appeared on my doorstep yesterday, I thought I was delusional. I didn’t expect him at all, especially since I’d been ignoring all his calls, and he’d called me a bunch of times.