Alessia POV
I'm fast walking to the entrance of the Australian open gate so I can get to my warmup in time and run away from all this bullshit.
I'm on the verge of breaking in a jog with how fast I'm walking, but I can't seem to get away. I would run, sprint even, but it's not the appropriate arena for this.
My eyes are watering and my cheeks are flashing bright red. I wish, I wish that somehow I wouldn't hear him. My legs simply won't carry me away from the repetitive calling.
"Alessia!"
I'm not going to stop, no way and I'm not looking back. I wont let him treat me this way. I'm not going to continue to play this maze game that has no way out.
A game where internal pain and heartbreak is, is normal ?
I'm not going to keep getting emotionally hurt and confused by the one I 'love'.
He won't listen to me when I tell him Belinda is madly in love with him and would do anything to get me out of the picture. So why should I listen to him for whatever fucked up excuses he's come up with now.
"Alessia wait!"
His voice is closer and louder now and it just makes me furious to hear him repeatedly call my name when it's clear I don't want him near me right now.
I think I'm ready to let my legs carry me away from this. Things like this can be sorted out when both parties are in the right state of mind, which is obviously not right now.
That's when I feel a hand grip my wrist and pull me back a step. His hand. The fingers and palm I'm all too used to now.
I take a really deep breathe to inhale as much air as I can, because I know for a fact that this isn't going to be a subtle conversation.
"What Sascha!" I complain untying my wrist from his grip.
We are standing face to face with very little distance between us and our eyes are locked on each other's.
"What game are you playing Alessia ?"
He doesn't raise his voice, which actually takes me by surprise. But his question. No no no.
"Excuse me, what game am I playing? I've done nothing Sascha, nothing to hurt you, I don't deserve this."
God can he just understand me. Just once. I don't want to keep explaining myself to my boyfriend. If he won't listen now, I'm not going to keep trying.
"Oh really! Okay and running straight into Milos arms for protection ?" He challenges raising his eyebrow. His voice is in his normal tone and his eyes are soft.
It's like he wants to tell me something without actually saying it. Or he is plain jealous and his ego is too high to admit it.
"He came to cheer me up after my boyfriend wouldn't even acknowledge my existence! He came to me, because I was hurt, I had nobody Alex, you had Belinda." I say looking up at the sky to try stop the tears from running down my cheeks.
It's obviously not working because they run all the way down my cheeks and neck.
I've never cried this much before in a time span of two days. Wtf.
There's a minute of silence as Sascha is scanning my face, my eyes. All I can do I stand there and look at my palms.
This silence here, its love. Love between two people who are trying to fight it, for the stupidest reasons
"Fuck baby...it's not like that." He says just above a whisper, running his fingers through his hair.
"It's hurting you, to see me, with another guy. Imagine, how it feels, seeing you with Belinda."
"Alessia I..."
"You know what hurts more, it seems there's nothing I can do, or say to help to change your mind."
It's true, I'm pouring myself out to him again.
He puts his bottom lip into his mouth and bites on it hard, he's deep in thought. He always does when he's thinking or his nervous.
I reach up and wipe the lingering tears from my cheeks in an attempt to regain my composure.
"I'm sorry...I don't want to hurt you baby." He whispers leaning his forehead onto mine.
"I never intended for this to happen."
"Then why do you do it Sascha ?" I say looking into his eyes, leaving very little space between us.
"Because I'm an asshole...but I'm an asshole who doesn't want to loose you. Even... even if, I know I don't deserve you."
I don't want to loose you either, I say in my head to myself.
"I love you, okay? Please don't ever doubt that."
"Ich liebe dich Alessia " (i love you in German)
This feeling and these words. I missed them, I don't know if I should say fighting for them was worth it. Fighting for him.?
But still..
It's not this simple, it's not as simple as him telling me he loves me and everything goes back to normal.
"I love you Sascha" I say placing my hand on his neck.
I mean it, I love him, so very deeply. Despite the hurdles that we've jumped and continue too. My love for Alexander Sascha Zverev is unwavering.
He breathes out a breathe of relief. Like he thinks I wouldn't tell him I loved him back. Like he was scared of rejection. He is crazy if he thought that, he should know better.
I'm crazy about him.
He's eyes meet mine and he smiles a cute dimply smile, that he likes to show often.
He places his palm on my cheek and draws me to him, where there's very little space between us, an inch or two.
I can feel his minty breathe fanning my lips.
He lifts my chin up with his finger and closes the space between us and leans in much closer ...
He closes his light green eyes and brushes his lips on mine.
But I turn away...
He drops his hand from my cheek and gives me a confused and hurt look, that I almost choke of guilt.
"I have to go." I blurt out.
I give him one last nod and turn around ready to make my way to court 2. I leave him standing there shocked, hurt, angry, I don't know. I honestly don't care either.
I only manage to take five steps before he calls me again. What the hell does he want now?
"Alessia . you forgot something."
I breathe out heavily and scratch my forehead. "Sascha no I di...."
He takes two large steps towards me and kisses me without my permission or giving me a chance to react or refuse.
His kiss is laced with desire and hunger. His lips are soft, and I can taste the lingering minty ness from his mouth. I missed this. I was too used to this.
The kiss is gentle, yet filled with so much passion. He such a great kisser. Sascha places his hands behind my neck in an attempt to deepen the kiss...but I place my hands on his torso and push him back away from me, breaking the connection.
"Oh you know you missed this as much as I did."
He says smirking at me and licking his lips, with a very evil, bad boy kind of look on his face.
Of cause I missed his amazing kisses, but there's no way I'm going to tell him that. I smirk back at him and it looks like we're in a battle of who can seduce the other better.
I roll my eyes at him, and bite on my bottom lip.
"God you're so hot when your aggressive and mad." He says crossing his arms over his chest and taking another step towards me closing the distance I had created yet again and not breaking eye contact.
"Go take a cold shower Sascha." I say to him, and with that I turn around and walk away. Adding a little more swaying to my hips just to tease him, because I know his watching...
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Next chapter is Dominic's POV x 🖤
I'm so sorry this took long guys x I just wasn't entirely happy with it, so I just wasn't sure. But please tell me what you think about this chapter I have to know 😂❤! X