Page 66 of Love is So Mean
I open my mouth to reference the doggy style he mentioned but the look in his eyes tells me not to.
“Fine. Let’s dance and mingle some more then.”
After a bit of mingling and dancing, we finally are able to sit and enjoy the rest of the night. These charity galas are tiresome because they take so much talking with people you won’t care about outside of this. Since it’s a charity gala, there are performers and all goes out to a foundation to support local arts in schools.
As the performers continue, I excuse myself to go to the restroom.
Once I get in the restroom, I take a deep breath. I know I said I’d tell Enrique when the pain was becoming a bit worse but it’s not unbearable. It isn’t too bad right now but it’s worse than before at times.
Shutting my eyes, I let the pain pass as I think about anything else other than the pain. I open my eyes when I hear the clackingof heels and it connects with an upset Emily. She doesn’t pretend to not know me, she comes closer reapplying her lipstick while throwing daggers at me with her eyes.
My phone goes off and I take a look. It’s a text from Drew.
“Are you messaging him right now and letting him know that I'm here? Harassing you like you claim I did at the relaunching event?” Emily asks.
“No.”
I can tell she doesn’t like my answer.
“You planned this all, didn’t you? You took him from me and now, you’re parading him around as if he’s yours. He’s not.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“I took him from you.”
Emily scoffs, shocked by my answer.
“Why did you marry him? Have you always wanted to take him from me?”
“No, not until he proposed. And I married him because I want him to get me pregnant.”
Emily’s tears fall down her face and she moves closer in my space.
“He doesn’t love you.” She points at me. “He’s never going to love you because he loves me. He wouldn’t have even gone to you if I hadn’t left him.”
“But you did. You left him,” I point out.
“You fucking bitch,” she cries.
She wipes her tears.
“Okay, I see you need a moment.”
I side step her as another wave of pain hits me but I ignore it, transferring the pain like I used to do when I was younger. My nails dig into my palm.
“Wait…” Emily grabs my arm. “Give him back to me, divorce him. I love him and he loves me. I made a mistake. I’m the love of his life and he’s mine.”
Before I can answer, another woman comes into the bathroom. She looks between us and I already can see the conclusion she’s made. I’m not crying and stoic so I did something or said something to Emily, who is crying and not stoic. I rip my arm out of her hold and walk out.
Chapter 39
Enrique
Itried my best not to search the crowd to see where Emily is hiding after Yasmeena leaves for the restroom. I don’t want her to think I’m seeking her out. Two months is not long enough to get over heartbreak but Yas and I are in a much better place than I thought we would be. Emily and I hurt each other too much to sort anything out here.
The coolness of the glass in my hand gets my attention. I stare at the amber liquid to keep from being drawn into an unnecessary conversation. After my dance with Emily, my emotions are in at least eight different places right now but I cannot mess up our first public appearance as a couple.