I stepped out of the car and, before entering the house, turned back. Ralph hadn’t left yet. I became even sadder. After so many months, he’d suddenly realized what I actually meant to him.
I went inside and shut the door behind me. I had to try not to ruin the night over exes. Whatever there had been between us was over. Period. It was in the past. Now I had to concentrate on the present and the future. And in my future, there was only a place for Alexander.
I went into the bedroom, firmly determined not to think about Ralph any more. I was just about to undress when I heard voices coming from the bathroom. I decided to take a peek, and when I opened the door… I froze on the spot.
The scene playing out in front of me represented all the worst fears I’d been having so far. I’d imagined Alexander in the nude with another woman so many times, and now I was seeing all this with my own eyes.
I wouldn’t hide that I despised Vanessa Gras, and to be perfectly accurate, I would add that I despised her from the bottom of my soul. And it was precisely her—this snake in human form—that had her arms wrapped around my boyfriend’s neck and was kissing him on the lips.
It all happened so quickly. One second their lips were touching and in the next Alexander grabbed her wrists and pushed her away.
The expression on his face revealed his furious anger. At me… or at her?
And how come she had a key and knew the alarm code?
Suddenly, I was gripped by panic, making my heart thrash so hard I thought it would burst. I had to get away. Run away… as quickly and as far as possible. I felt betrayed. Alexander had most likely lied to me when he told me no other woman had ever slept in his house.
Tears blurred my vision when I was going down the stairs. I picked up my handbag from the anteroom floor, where I’d left it, and ran outside.
“Alexia, stop. Where are you going?” I heard him call after me but didn’t turn around.
Luckily for me, when I came out on the street, Ralph was still there. I rushed toward him and got into the car. After I told him to start driving immediately, I turned my head back and saw Alexander. He had followed me, with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
Ralph set off for Zurich. As much as I didn’t want to get him involved in this, I’d been forced to take advantage of his presence. Someone had to drive me home, and he was the only person at hand who could do it before Alexander tried to stop me.
“What happened? Did he hurt you?” he asked and quickly glanced at me.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Just drive me home. Please.” I tried to wipe the tears off my face, but they kept pouring.
I wanted to get some sort of an explanation from Alexander about what had happened, but I didn’t have the strength to carry on a conversation right then. I needed some time alone to order my thoughts.
I loved him too much, and the thought of sharing him with another woman was… too much to bear. The pain I felt was tearing me apart. It was as if someone had stuck a knife in my heart and was twisting it every which way, without a hint of mercy.
Kelly Clarkson’s song “Dark Side” was playing on the stereo.
I asked myself, Can I stay with Alexander, even with his dark side? I knew he had secrets, but could I stay with him even if it hurt?
We couldn’t have a future together since I could no longer trust him. The sight of their naked bodies pressed against each other was still in my mind and made me feel an equal amount of rage and burning self-pity. It was clear I wasn’t enough for him.
I closed my eyes and wished it had all been a horrible nightmare.
The days we’d spent together were the best of my life. Days that would forever remain in my memories. And just for an instant, I wanted to get out of the car, run to him, and throw myself into his arms. But reason quickly prevailed. I wiped my tears away for what seemed like the thousandth time and leaned my head back on the headrest.
Ralph parked in front of the building in which I lived. I told him I wanted to be alone. At first, he wouldn’t agree, seeing the sorry state I was in, but eventually, he accepted the situation and drove off.
I took my key out of my handbag and went to check my post box, which was overflowing with mail. While I was taking out the letters, a note slipped out and fell on the floor. I bent down to pick it up. I read it and felt like a cold shower had poured over me.
In large capital letters, it read:
STAY AWAY FROM ALEXANDER KRAFTBERG
ELSE YOU WILL END UP LIKE LILYANA IVOVIC!
My hands started shaking and I dropped all the mail on the floor. It was like it had burned my hands.
What in God’s name is this?
I bent down to pick up the letters along with the note, and I don’t know why, but I started to get the feeling someone was watching me. In panic, I opened the front door and went inside the apartment at full speed. I double locked the door and leaned against it. My legs were shaking, my heart beating fast, and my thoughts a complete jumble. I asked myself whether I should call the police or Alexander.
No, I don’t want to talk to him. I won’t call anyone. This must be some kind of prank someone’s playing on me.
I reread the note.
What if it’s not a prank? No, Alexander isn’t capable of doing something bad to anybody.
I put the note in the inner pocket of my handbag and collapsed on the floor. I started to think about how unpredictable and sometimes cruel life could be. Only an hour ago, I was in the arms of the only man I’d managed to fall in love with. And now I was here, covered in tears and with a broken heart, not knowing whether we would ever be together again.
I was startled when the doorbell rang.
I stood, and when I opened the door, he was in front of me. Dressed in worn jeans and a white T-shirt, Alexander looked so sexy.
“We have to talk,” he said in a quiet and seemingly calm voice.
I pressed my palm against my chest to dull the strong beats of my heart. Fear gripped me tight in its tentacles, and I felt I couldn’t get enough air. I had no idea where our conversation would lead. The fact that we were so different was discouraging. Our dreams of living together had been destroyed. And still I yearned that the flame of the magic of love between us would never die out.
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Nat King Cole: Smile
Omar Faruk: I Love You
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Robin Thicke: Blurred Lines
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Sharlyn G. Branson is happily married and mother of a lovely boy. She is addicted to coffee and dark chocolate. She believes erotic novels could save a lot of marriages and improve sexual life of many people. Branson reads various genres, but adores erotic romance. She loves to write all kinds of love stories.
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