Chapter 14: Memories of the weekend (2) – Highlight Chapter from A weekend with the Alpha
Chapter 14: Memories of the weekend (2) is a standout chapter in A weekend with the Alpha by Glory Tina, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Internet narrative into new territory.
Simple. It's easier to keep you around that way.
It didn't sound like what Aaron would do, but that's what he had done.
He was the same as Owens; they were both good-for-nothing liars.
I felt betrayed, and it hurt even more because I had trusted my heart to his care, thinking he would be better.
I guess I was foolish. I never learn because if I did, I would have done better.
I wiped at my teary eyes and blinked the rest back before turning away. He didn't deserve my tears, and I didn't want to shed any for him.
I made my way from there because I didn't want to hear anymore. My heart won't be able to take it. It was best for my sanity that I distance myself, and so I did.
I returned to the kitchen and acted as if nothing had happened and after a few more minutes, Aaron returned.
His eyes took notice of me, dressed and ready.
About twenty minutes ago, I wanted more for us. I thought we had something special, but after what I heard, I didn't think that was true anymore.
He smiled on seeing me, and I forced myself to smile back.
Last Friday was Tatiana's wedding, and I faked a smile for seven hours before losing it. I could hold up the same act for thirty minutes with this man.
"You're ready."
I nodded, with a quick smile, "As I promised that I'll be." at least one of us wasn't a liar.
His eyes flickered with so much adoration. I didn't know what to make of it. His emotions felt real, yet what I'd heard him say over the phone was a complete contradiction. It made no sense at all.
"You look beautiful."
I glanced down at myself. "Oh, you're so kind with words."
He looked great as well in his sky blue long sleeve and black trousers. He looked formal but hot as always, but I didn't say that to him.
He nodded. "I made breakfast," he pointed out and walked to the cooker before bringing the fried egg and noodles out of the steamy pot. He made two, one for me and the other for himself.
"I don't know if you'd like it, but I hope you do."
"You haven't disappointed me yet so I have no reason to doubt you." and I meant that for his cooking only.
He smiled and drew closer and my stupid heart picked up its beat at his nearness. He leaned in and took my lips between his for a soft kiss that brought back all the memories we had made this weekend. If only I hadn't heard him on the phone, they would have been perfect. We heard the car horn and knew that was the driver he spoke about, but he didn't stop kissing me. I kissed back, my right hand coming up to stroke his bearded face before breaking away from the kiss. "I have a class to meet and if you keep this up, I will miss it."
I said, as if that was the reason I broke off the kiss.
He licked his lips and nodded. He dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a card. "I will return to the UK tomorrow, but this is my number. You can reach out to me whenever you want and you can come and visit." He told me, his eyes hopeful.
This man was the most confusing man I ever met, and I didn't know what to make of him anymore.
"I will think about it, but no promises," I told him, collecting the card from his hand and slipping it into my purse.
He nodded with a smile and kissed my lips one last time before backing away.
I waved at him, knowing that I would never see him again. The reality of never seeing this man again hurt, but it was better than the fantasy of believing we were something when we weren't. He lied to me; he gave me false hope and played with my heart.
I'd slap myself in the face before I'd give him a chance again.
Memories of this weekend would be just that, memories.
***End of part 1
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