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Angel, please try and avoid my table. I will explain when I see you xx
If I had seen it when he first sent it, I could have avoided his dad, and I wouldn’t be in this position. I cry for a couple of minutes before wiping my tears away. I have to head back out, to finish my shift and collect my pay for the night. I wish I could continue to hide in here until everyone is gone, but it isn’t a possibility.
I check myself in the mirror, fixing my hair I take a couple of deep breaths before exiting the restroom. Ezra’s parents are still here, and so is Bella, and I assume her parents. I stand tall and do my best to walk with confidence, ignoring his dad’s eyes watching me.
I finish what I was doing, which doesn’t take long, and stroll to the kitchen to collect my money. I decide to walk home because I don’t want anyone to pick up on how upset I am. It’s not too far to walk, I won’t tell Ezra I walked back, though, because he would not be amused.
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I arrive home, locking the door behind me I rest my back against it, sighing in relief. At least here no one can bother me. I draw in a breath, holding it in for a moment, and slowly let it out. I kick my shoes off and glance around to find Ezra, but I can’t see him in my apartment. The light coming from my balcony soon catches my eye. He must be out there.
I make my way over, standing at the door. He has his back to me, watching the city lights and drinking a beer.
“Hello, my love,” I coo.
Ezra faces me, smiling. “Hey, beautiful, please come here. I need a hug.”
I nod, going over to him I climb onto his lap. He instantly wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight to his chest. I snuggle in, nuzzling his neck.
“I am sorry I acted like a dick earlier. I didn’t mean to. You didn’t deserve it,” he whispers sadly, stroking my hair.
I lift my head to meet his eyes and caress his face with my hand. “I know you didn’t. It’s okay.”
Ezra suddenly stares at me with an unnerving intensity. “What’s wrong? You have been crying. I can see it in your eyes.”
I guess I should probably tell him what happened with his father. I release my hair from its tie and run my fingers through it.
“I had a run in with your father. He approached me at work. How did he know about us? Did you tell him?” I try not to become upset again thinking about it.
“No, he worked it out. He saw us talking and noticed my attention was on you most of the night rather than the company I was with. What did he say to you?” His tone of voice changes when he asks the last part.
I don’t want to cause any further issues between Ezra and his father. I break eye contact with him. “It doesn’t matter what he said.” I feel cowardly for not being able to tell him.
“Yes, it does, Alana. Please look at me and tell me what he said to you. It must have been something awful because you’re upset.” He places his hand on my face, directing my gaze back to him.
I hesitate for a moment, but finally tell him exactly what his dad said to me. I can see him become angrier with every word I share.
“How dare he! He had no right saying any of those things to you,” he snaps, tugging on his hair in frustration.
“Can you blame him for hating me, Ezra? To him I am responsible for ruining your relationship with the woman you are supposed to marry.” I whimper, unable to stop the tears brimming in my eyes.
Ezra shakes his head. “It still doesn’t give him the right to upset you, Alana. I am going to call him.”
“No, don’t do that, Ezra. I don’t want you fighting with him. He doesn’t need another reason to hate me.” I sob, frantically shaking my head in despair.
“I am not going to stand by and do nothing, Alana. I am supposed to protect you from things like this,” he insists, searching his pockets for his cell.
“Please don’t, Ezra,” I plead, the tears running down my cheeks.
“I need to do something, angel,” he argues, wiping my tears away.
I look him straight in the eyes. “What I need from you is to come join me in the shower and then hold me in bed. That is what I need right now, nothing else.”
He hesitates but finally nods. I lean in, kissing him softly. “Thank you.”
I remove myself from his lap and offer him my hand, which he takes. I turn to walk inside, and he slips his arms around me from behind and kisses my shoulder.
“I am sorry you are going through hell because of me, Alana. This isn’t how I want things to be. You deserve better, my love,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck.
