The man pulled me into a deeper one, only leaving me when I was breathless. Seeing me gasping for air, he still said shamelessly, "Baby still needs more lessons to know how to breathe..."
This remark earned him a glare from me, and I hummed "hmmm," after which I tried getting down from him, only for him to hold me tight. Within the struggle, I felt something change, I felt something poke me.
Then my eyes widened while he pulled me closer and said in a restraining voice, "Baby, just let me hold you for a while."
This finally made me stop. Cosimo held me for a while before letting me go.
Meanwhile, ever since Alia returned, she started spending lavishly, forgetting that she was no longer using Cosimo's black card.
She returned home one day only to be slapped by her father, who berated, "Are you crazy? Why did you max out your three cards on just one occasion? I will block all your cards for now, and you will only receive 1000 dollars for your monthly stipend." Then he turned to his wife. "Look at the good daughter you have trained."
Alia only felt rage for the slap because all her three cards added together would not give more than 20,000 dollars, so why did her father hit her? When she was with Cosimo, let alone 20 thousand, she would spend more than 100 thousand in one day on shopping, and there was no one complaining.
"Alia, you were not like this before. What exactly is wrong with you?" her mother said as she tried to help her up from the floor where she fell when her father slapped her.
Alia pushed her mother's hands away while she stood and went straight to her room, ignoring what her mother had to say.
After entering, she muttered, "When I find my beloved, father will be more respectful to me."
"Ring, ring."
Her phone interrupted her thoughts. When she picked it up, a male voice came through.
"We have heard news concerning Mr. Ryan..."
"Wait, I would be out soon. Let's meet at our usual spot," Alia interrupted him, then she hung up.
After which she changed her clothes and used some makeup to cover her bruised face. Then she headed out of her room, only to meet her mother still seated in the sitting room.
"Alia, where are you going again?"
Without looking back, she replied, "I would be back soon, mother." Then she left the house and boarded a car to Grove Bar.
Alia had been trying to find the whereabouts of Ryan for weeks. After not hearing any news from the people she asked, she hired a private detective.
When the car stopped in front of the bar, which was already welcoming its evening crowd, she paid the taxi and then entered. After turning some corners amidst the already dancing crowd, she got to the private room door, which she entered, locking the outside noise out.
Alia sat, and the man opposite her took the bottle of alcohol in his hands and asked, "Would you want some?"
She nodded, then he poured the drink into a cup, which he slid to her. Almost immediately, she took the cup and downed it in one gulp.
Seeing this, he started talking. "The Mr. Ryan you asked about is currently still at a remote town police branch and would only be transferred here next year."
Hearing this, Alia knew she would have to give up her search for the time being since Ryan would be coming next year.
After the private detective left, she continued downing the alcohol, cup after cup, until she was totally drunk.
Then she took her phone and dialed a number. "Ring, ring."
"Cosimo, come pick me up. I think I drank a little too much," she said.
A cold male voice replied, "Do I know you?"
"Wrong number." Then he hung up.
Tut! Tut!
"You bastard, you lied! How dare you, after saying you love me?" Alia screamed.
While she dialed the number again and again, the mechanical voice said, "Dear user, you have been blocked by this number." And then she threw the phone to the floor.
The next morning, Alia woke up to a banging headache and thirst, so her hands moved around to find water when she noticed she was on a bed that was not hers, and the walls were not like her room's. She slowly rubbed her hands on her hair, which was surprisingly scattered. Then the feeling of nakedness came, and she felt sticky below, and the pain from below began to register as well.
She slowly searched for her phone and bag when memories of the previous night flashed.
She clasped both hands over her mouth and said, "Oh no, what have I done?"
It turned out that after calling Cosimo and throwing her phone, she went out of the private room to the dancing floor.
Dancing to her content with a bald guy, one thing led to another, and they began kissing on the dancing floor.
Then they moved to the hotel opposite the bar, booked a room, laughed as they undressed each other, and then fell onto the bed. At the end of this flashback, she grabbed her hair. "Oh no."
Another flashback hot bodies pressed against each other, her moans and the grunts of the man above her.
The movement from the bed to the sofa to the bathroom, and finally, a scream escaped her lips.
After a while of gathering her thoughts together, Alia slowly left the bed. "Hiss."
With the help of the wall, she entered the toilet, and the first thing she saw were the blue and red bruises covering her white body.
"Gasps." And tears began to fall from her eyes in large quantities.
After taking her bath and scrubbing herself red as if that could make her clean, she began to feel angry, thinking that if Cosimo had come to pick her when she called, this would definitely not have happened.
Until she began to blame him for her predicament.