" What good are my sugarcoated sweet words,
When in the end they are only going to leave you more hurt?
And what good is my tainted crazy Love,
If it makes you forget your own self love?"
- Aaron
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Aaron's pov
I have truly gone insane now. Just don't ask me how I am concealing it so well.
Gulping the drink, I cringe. To almost enjoy the burning in my throat.
Fuc*! I think I have gotten addicted to pain. Nothing seems to hurt anymore.
Unless my theory is again mocked at as I looking around at the lavish party.
Or rather as I would say, the engagement party.
To have my eyes settle at her.
She looked so fuc*ing beautiful, that I for a second just froze on seeing her .
That body hugging dress, highlighted her curves perfectly. Making her look like an angel , which has descended on earth.
She moves her hair to a side while talking to a guest and I curse, seeing that long slender neck I had showered with kisses on that drunken night.
Next she smiles, on something the person said.
And my eyes stop at those lips I have ravished sensuously. Dominating them-
Fuc*! Stop it!
I scream in my mind. Turning my back on her to only see Ben there, looking at me with brows furrowed.
"Bro? Are you fine?"
I gulp. Nodding. Hoping he hasn't seen me literally eye fuc*ing the soon to be bride.
Damn.
It sounds so sinful!What's wrong with me?
"You don't look fine bro. Are you sure you are resting properly? Something is worrying you?"
I just dismiss his thoughts. Bringing up an excuse.
"Nope. Nothing. Just some work load. Nothing which I can't handle."
He nods. Yet there was something in the way he was looking at me, that told me he didn't seemed convinced.
"Hope it's just work. Anyways."
"Mom was looking for you. She said she gave you the duty to get the engagement cake?"
See this? It's like salt on my burns. I even have to arrange for the cake now?
How I wish I could get a stale cake and stuff this moron of a groom's face with it. And he doesn't arrive on the wedding day.
Sitting on a pot somewhere managing his sh**
I am loosing my sh**! I told you guys beforehand. What am I even thinking!
It was me...who made Aunt May find this decent guy. It was me who literally bribed people to make this Declan...see the real Ezra.
And now that he loves her and she is smiling around him.
I am jealous.
Ridiculous!
If not him ,Ezra has to get married to someone.
And based on the radar, this Declan was better...way better than the usual lot I see playing around with girl's hearts like a fudging football.
Well same goes for girls as well....that Andri-
Stop Aaron! Stop!
"Bro? You listening?"
"Yah. I am sorry. Yes ,I have arranged for it. They will be coming with it any second."
"Great! Come join us. Everyone's getting ready for a dance."
What dance now. Don't tell me I have to suffer another torture now?
"You go. I will come."
He leaves and I look up at the bartender. Telling him to refill my drink.
It seems, I will be needing much more of it.
.
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.
.
A light music was going on as the flashlight was set in the centre.
At them.
His hand was placed on her naked back and I just look blankly at it.
To settle my eyes ,back at her brown innocent ones that were quoted in mascara.
He twirls her around to only catch her, her hands settling on his shoulder. As they look into each others eyes.
Something is missing in those eyes....I can read them like the back of my hand.
What's wrong?
Claps resonate. As the song ends. And she looks around at everyone.
Smiling.
Her eyes settle on me and that smile of her vanishes. To be replaced with a look which I couldn't decipher.
Was she remembering our kiss?
Was she ashamed of it?
Was it regret?
Not comfortable under my scrutinizing gaze. She immediately lowers her eyes, to look back at Declan and I smile.
Oh Ezra, who are you fooling?
I keep down the glass held in my hand.
To observe her more keenly.
She wasn't happy she was pretending to be.
Was she doing this out of obligation?
I can see it so damn clearly!
Few minutes pass and I see her excusing herself to go to the restroom. And I knew what I had to do.
Getting up, I look around to see that no one was noticing.
And I follow her.
You can lie to yourself Ezra......you can lie to everyone.
But those brown orbs of yours?
They can never lie to me and I am going to find out the truth.
...
She was looking at herself in the mirror as I stare at her.
Too lost and oblivious to take notice of my presence.
"Anxious?"
I ask, to only have her turn around to look at me. Her eyes widening in surprise
"Aa..ron? What..what are you doing here?"
I don't mind her words, leaning against the wall to look at her through the mirror.
"Just here to chat."
" So tell me Stupid girl? Aren't you happy with the lover boy of yours?"
She ignores me this time. Continuing with washing her hands.
And I suddenly feel angry. Why is she fuc*ing ignoring me now? I just asked her a damned question.
"Ezra. I just asked you something."
And she just sighs. Looking at me in irritation.
"Just go out Aaron. I am not in the mood to argue with you "
"And as for your answer to the question ?"
She steps towards me. To hold my stare and I suddenly feel the urge to pull her to my chest and kiss those plump lips in a punishing kiss.
"Yes. I am happy with him."
My eyes flicker back to her brown orbs and I don't back down.
Stepping more closer to her.
"You are lying."
My answer, makes her eyes to widen. As she tries to turns around.... struggling to hide her emotions when I stop her.
Holding her chin and pulling her back.
"Look at me and say it Ezra"
She moves her head in a no. Looking down.
So damn stubborn like always.
"You aren't happy. You are doing this out of obligation right? You feel burdened under it."
"No ..I am happy..."
She tries to avoid my eyes again, when I hold her wrist. To push her back on the wall. Pinning her wrists above her head.
"Lies! All lies! I can fuc*ing see straight through them Ezra!"
"You don't love him!"
"Tell me you don't! "
"Stop lying! Tell me the truth!
" No one is forcing you into this!"
"Tell me!"
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.
.
"I don't! I don't love him okay! Happy!"
She literally screams and my heart thuds in my chest. As if it was confirming it for me.
She stills her thrashing. Looking into my eyes. And all my anger evaporates just like it.
I gulp.
Seeing those eyes. And everything goes blank.
No Ezra...no .. don't look at me like that or I won't be able to stop myself.
Composing herself, she repeats her words. Looking straight at me.
"Yes I don't love him. But-"
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.
Taking in a deep breath, she continues.
.
.
"He loves me and that's enough for me."
I clench my fist.
In a way it was better only. People are right when they say one should marry the person who loves them and not who they love.
Her decision was right.
Who was I to stop her when I can't love her?
Who was I ruin her chance to happiness.
"Now leave me"
Biting on my lip. I nod. Leaving her wrists, to move back in surrender.
"As you wish."
Running my hand through my hair, I literally laugh at my stupidity.
Like really, what was I trying to do cornering her and interrogating her in the washroom on her engagement day?
Of course. She was happy. She must have thought about this decision.
Why am I trying to make her change her mind?
"Fuc* it!"
I literally slam my palms on the wall beside her breathing heavily.
She flinches but doesn't say anything.
And I take this as an opportunity to leave.
Not daring to look at her and get hypnotized by her eyes again, I just storm out of the washroom. To walk down the hallway.
Doing everything to keep my anger at bay.
When I felt something strange.
Why was everyone looking at me like that?
I see few women even pointing their fingers at me to look at their phone screens.
Their expressions getting on my nerves.
What now?
Ignoring them ,I was going to leave this fuc*ing engagement and go back to my room . When I see a lot of media men standing outside the door.
Blocking the exit.
Our guards and security men were trying to stop them. But it looked difficult.
As soon as their eyes set on me, they literally break through the barrier of people to reach me. Surrounding me from all sides.
To flash those irritating lights on my eyes.
"Sir! Sir!"
"What will you like to say about the photos!"
"Was it a secret affair?"
"Since how long were you hiding it from everyone?"
I groan in irritation. To only scream at them. Making them step back from me immediately.
Fear evident.
"First lower these damned lights! And step back! Who have you the permission to enter?"
"There is a private engagement going on here!"
One of the men in the front chuckles. His next words making me see red.
"Which engagement? I don't think there will be any engagement after this."
Grabbing his collar. I pull him aside. To seethe at him.
"What did you say you fuc*er? What do you mean! How dare you say it?"
Gasps are heard as the man struggles in my grip. My own security, trying to beg me to stop it.
"Speak dammit!"
I roar at him as he puts his camera in front of me. While struggling to breathe.
"This ...photo ....it was leaked today"
My stormy eyes stop at the picture in his camera and my grip loosens on him. Letting him drop down.
Pulling the camera, I zoom in the picture to have all the senses in my body to go numb.
No!...this can't be happening!
Sh**!
It was a picture of me and Ezra kissing , during our trip to Miami. The night just before we left .
The kiss I gave her , before she fainted
The kiss of fire.
As I called it, because of the passion in it.
Yet now, It was going to spread around like a wildfire.
Our faces ....they were clearly visible in it..... there was nothing to hide now.
Our secret was out now.
For a second I forgot about everything...the media men pushing me...the camera dropping from my hand...my security pulling me back.
I was numb.
Except for my heart, which was thudding for her.
Sh**! What have I done?
What will happen to Ezra now?