𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 | 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧

22

Cody simply knew Randy was thinking of her.

"You know it."

"Just admit it, Randy."

"I am getting married to another woman, but all I think about is her." Randy finally admitted.

Cody nodded, laying a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Randy..." He did not even have to complete his sentence that the taller man abruptly got up, almost tripping.

He drank a lot that night, intoxicated not only by the alcohol they poured on his drink, but mostly by the absence of the only one woman who could ever love that much.

Then why did he acted that way? He clearly was not thinking at all. How could he be that stupid?

"What are you doing now?" Cody couldn't help but ask, worried about his friend's possible actions. He was such an unpredictable man. "This is your party!"

"Screw this fucking party!" There was alteration in Randy's voice, but luckily the music was too loud to catch people attention. "Tell everyone I say thank you but I'm leaving." He couldn't stand being anymore there, celebrating one of his biggest mistakes; he just couldn't.

In response, Cody nodded, aware that none could make his friend change his mind, especially when it came to a certain girl. "You do what makes you happy, I just hope you don't regret it."

"I'm regretting everything I've done." The Apex Predator said, his voice now almost a whisper. "Thanks Cody, you're a friend."

"I know." The younger man chuckled. "Go now, I'll deal with these ones."

Randy didn't have to let his say twice, he grabbed all his things and rushed to his car. He didn't care how many speeding tickets he got, he only cared about getting to Sylwia as quickly as possible.

But she wasn't there.

The lights in the house were all off and her BMW was not in its usual place, she was surely out. But Randy wouldn't leave without talking to her, even if he had to wait all night or maybe longer outside the girl's house.

He sat on the steps, right outside her door, and waited. It was midnight. He began counting the minutes, hoping to see her arrive as soon as possible. At training that afternoon, she had heard Maryse inviting the girl to a well-known club in the city, perhaps she had accepted her invitation, or perhaps she was still at the center training; he wouldn't have been surprised by either hypothesis.

It was two and half in the morning when he spotted her car entering the property, and she getting out. From her looks, he deduced he was out with Maryse. Sylwia did not spot him at her doorstep, until she was face to face with him, leaving her stuck from where she was.

Randy got up, weakly smiling at her, but she did not return the smile. Instead, after few seconds of being almost paralysed, Sylwia simply ignored him and went to open her door.

As she was about to close it, right at his face, he stopped her, by putting a foot to not let her close the door. "Sylwia..." He said, but she just kicked his foot away, not even caring if being too rude. "Tell me how to stay away from you..."

At his words, the blonde rolled her eyes. "Maybe with a restraining order?" She couldn't help but comment, making him also chuckle. She was fun without even trying. "Do you want me to call the police right now?"