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Frustration because I had placed myself in this vulnerable position by showing up here night after night, all on my own, chasing some elusive enigma.
However, before I could even exit the club to get to my Nissan Altima, the blonde stranger reappeared, abruptly blocking my retreat. Anger simmered in his eyes as he looked down at me, his towering figure even more imposing now that we were both standing.
“What is your problem?”He demanded, seemingly offended by my rejection.
Caught off guard with my irritation boiling over, I fired back, "What'syourproblem?"
I'd made my stance clear to him multiple times. Yet the blonde stranger seemed to think that I was merely playing hard to get.
"I've already told you I'm not interested. How many times do I have to repeat myself?" I exclaimed, my tone sharper this time.
Just then, a firm voice cut through the tension. "I believe she already said she wasn't interested."
I turned, my eyes widening in both surprise and relief.
There stood Emilio.
The blonde stranger turned, too, and for the first time, I realized how much taller Emilio was compared to most men.
Emilio's appearance, though welcome, ignited conflicting feelings within me. A flutter of delight at finally seeing him again warred with my annoyance at being in this situation in the first place.
If he hadn’t just upped and left, if he had stayed, maybe share his contact details, I wouldn’t have had to stoop so low, waiting here, five evenings in a row, like a besotted
My attention shifted back to the blonde stranger, who seemed taken aback by Emilio's interruption.
I seized the opportunity to gain the upper hand and said firmly, "Excuse me, I really must go."
I edged past him and towards Emilio, who was still standing there, his gaze steady and reassuring. Despite the odd circumstances, a feeling of safety washed over me as I approached him, my frustration from earlier beginning to subside.
Emilio took my hand, leading me out of the club and towards his vehicle. As we stepped into the dimly lit parking lot, my eyes widened at the sight of his stunning car.
It was a sleek, midnight black Mercedes-AMG GT, the embodiment of elegance and power. The moonlight glinted off its polished surface. I stood there, captivated by the sheer beauty.
However, when I turned my gaze to Emilio, ready to express my awe over his vehicle, he wore a smirk that hinted at pride over his car. Remembering my irritation, I quickly shifted my focus away from the car and directed my annoyance at him.
"You know," I began, letting the events of that night fuel my anger, "I expected a bit more courtesy. After your abrupt departure, you left me hanging back there.
I was surprised to see Emilio's expression shift, his smirk disappearing as he looked at me.
"I'm sorry," he said, his tone carrying remorse. "I saw someone I had been searching for for a long time, and I couldn't afford to let them slip away. It was a matter of urgency."
Taken aback by his apology, it was hard to maintain my anger when faced with such sincerity. I sighed, allowing some of the tension to escape my shoulders.
"Alright," I relented a little. "But a heads up would have been nice."
Emilio nodded, understanding in his eyes. "I agree, and I should have handled it better. Let me make it up to you."
The fact that he acknowledged his mistake made it easier for me to let go of my frustration. Besides, the anger seemed trivial now, standing here with him under the moonlit night.
“How?”, I asked, curiosity mingled with excitement.
Emilio smiled, pretending to ponder for a moment, before finally saying, "Dinner. You, me, and dinner."
I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard but undeniably flattered. I couldn't deny I was looking forward to it.
"Where?" I inquired, my anticipation growing.
"There's a hotel nearby," he replied, his smile still playing on his lips.
