Destined to be together

Chapter 12

Dimitri

I walked into my office and throw the coat on the chair.

I run my fingers through my hair.

What have I done?

Her face flashed back in front of my eyes again and again.

She was so scared and hurt.

I hurt her.

I hurt her again with my words.

I roughly throw a fist on the table.

I didn’t want to hurt her and that is why I tried to stay away from her as much as I can.

I ignored her after that incident.

I was confused, I didn’t know what to do, I was scared If I get near her I would hurt her again and I did it.

Anger was boiling inside me.

When I saw her looking at me from the stage with a terrifying look but a soft smile on her lips, expecting to receive some warmth from me I didn’t know what to do.

I thought maybe if I behave coldly with her she would choose to stay away from me and I would not be able to hurt her anymore.

But I end up hurting her more than ever.

She obviously hates me now.

But why it hurt me so much to accept that?

Isn’t it what I wanted?

I picked up my coat and walked out of the office.

I need to get some drinks.

I walked down the hall to the party arranged for the interns.

I went straight to the bar and quickly gulped down some alcohol.

I looked around the place but couldn’t see her.

She must have left.

Some of my employees came over to talk and soon her thought left my mind.

I was talking over the phone when I saw a girl dragging April in the hall.

What the hell?

She suddenly lifts a glass full of whiskey and forced the liquid in her mouth followed by another two glasses.

I clenched my jaw in anger.

Why isn’t she doing anything?

They pushed her hard on the shoulder, she stumbled back and sat down on the chair.

She looked too relaxed for what just happened to her.

The bartender smiled at her and passed another glass full of whiskey towards her.

That bustard.

She gulped that in one shot.

That’s enough.

I quickly ended the call and walked over to her.

She was about to lift up the glass I clasped her hand tightly stopping her from lifting it.

She tried to move my hand up but she is way too weak.

“Move” she mumbled looking at my hand.

Okay, she’s drunk.

When my hand didn’t budge she looked up to me.

“What are you doing?” I asked sternly.

“I am drinking this thing. Do you want one?” She mumbled out.