HIDDEN LIES (PART TWO)

“I did everything to please mine.’ My voice broke. “I loved him so much, I did everything to make us work. Who knew it would all be in vain? I was such a fool to have trusted him so much. When everyone was warning me about him, I gave them deaf ears because of the love I had for him. I was ready to throw everything away from him. My career, my heart, my soul, my everything. Yet, after giving my all to him, what I got in return was a stab to the heart.’

He was...silent.

Why the hell was I speaking with a total stranger?

I can’t believe I’m crying in front of a stranger, in front of someone I have never met.

“He is my ex-boyfriend now. I broke up with him. It was too disgusting to watch, and I had to run out of my apartment.” My voice cracked, I choked, coughing painfully.

“Oh, my,’ he uttered and blew up some smoke in the air and lit another cigarette.

“He ended things with me. Ain’t I so pathetic, a fool and not beautiful enough?’ I shouted and whimpered, rubbing off my tears. “He was my everything. I suffered so much for this bastard.”

“He cheated on you.’ He asked.

I nodded. “I did everything to make him love me. He was my childhood friend, my best friend, and then he became my boyfriend. How could I have not seen it? How could I have been so blind not noticing anything at all for these fucking years? Why are all guys bastards?” I questioned sorrowfully.

He got up from the bench, handing me a jacket. “Care to follow me? It’s late and dangerous for a girl like you to be wandering around, besides its nearly twelve midnight.”

“Oh,’ I took the jacket from him. It was late indeed.

“Or do you want me to search for a hotel for you?”

I looked at him, not saying a word. My body, my heart, was numb to even think about the consequences of following someone I don’t know. I just want to get this pain out of my heart. I just want to forget about Noah right now. He doesn’t deserve my trust. I hate him for what he did to me. I wish I had never met him.

It was said it to never follow a stranger home. You never know who he is or the sort of target he’s arranged for you, what his motive is.

In my case, I didn’t care. If he fucked me right on this spot or at his house, I have nothing to lose and neither do I not think of having sex with him. Well, if he wanted me in his house to sleep and fuck with him, I would agree. Open my legs wide. I don’t care as far as this pain in my heart is gone.

I really want to be in his bed, anyway. Guess I sounded like a slut, but that jerk cheated on me and I don’t fucking care. I will do anything I want to do with my life.

“Is your home far away?” I questioned.

“Nope!” He arranged the jacket for me properly. “Just down the street, a ten-minute walk. Don’t shake too much, unless you want to catch a cold.’

We both walked down the dark street and silence was between us as we walked. He just kept smoking nonstop and his eyes seemed kind of dark to me. I was getting a little frightened, wondering if I should take another route and run away from this dude who seemed mysterious to me. If it was sex he wanted, I don’t care. I could feel my pussy dripping wet. Fuck, he was hot.

I can’t believe I’m going through a breakup and I’m already fantasising about someone else. Damn, who cares? When Noah was having sex on our bed, he didn’t think of me while doing it. The efforts that I put into this relationship just went to waste. As for this moment, I don’t care whatever happens to me. He doesn’t look that dangerous to me, or does he?

“Do you live alone?”

He nodded. “I don’t bite, feel free.” He chuckled.

He must have noticed how nervous I was.

We soon got to his house. He unlocked the door, we both got inside, and he switched on the lights.

It amazed me at his house. It was so beautiful and neat, unlike some dude’s homes.

“Your place is pretty.”

“Thank you.’ He then went inside, leaving me in the living room and then, came out of nowhere, bringing out a blanket.

“You can use my bed if you choose to. I would sleep on the couch, go on to the left.” He directed at the location of his room.

“But…this is your house.”

“Do I look like I care? Come on.” He shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the couch.

“Are you sure?’ I asked, uncertain of his decision for me to sleep on his bed. He barely knew me.

“Do you normally pick up strangers and invite them to your home? Aren’t you scared they will harm you? They could be dangerous.”

“Someone like you,’ he teased.

“No,” I shook my head. “I’m not harmful, I’m totally different.’ I protested.

“How will I know?’ he joked.

“Still, you should be careful.’ I advised, turning away from him.

Why were my cheeks getting flushed?

“I don’t care, just go sleep, see you tomorrow morning,’ he laid on the couch and covered himself with a blanket.

I smiled and went inside his room, saw the beautiful bed, which smelled so nice and had a blanket inside it. I uncovered it and slept on it.

For a few minutes, I couldn’t sleep. All I thought was him sneaking into my bed and hoping for the wildest sex ever from him. His body was the sexiest thing ever and, to my disappointment, nothing happened.

The place was as quiet as ever.

Most men would want to get into every woman’s pants. That’s how the world is.

Yet, he seemed nonchalant and his attitude was sexy.

Waking up from my beauty sleep the next morning, I smelt coffee and noticed dried tears on my cheeks and cleaned it properly.

I looked towards my jeans, searching for anything strange, but there was nothing and damn school was getting started at this point.

I jumped out of bed, and the moment I saw the sun reflecting inside the room, I ran out and went towards the sitting room and saw the dude combing his hair.

“Good morning,’ he got up from his chair and was wearing a couple of jeans and a white designer shirt.

He was so damn attractive. Why was he this hot?