Anger

I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I couldn't even feel my body as I swayed to the sound of the music on the dance floor

I staggered a few times but I would feel an arm steady me. I wanted to let loose. Let go of my problems and just live in the moment. So, I raised my hands above my head and rocked my hips to the lovely beat.

"Alright, baby, that's enough for the night. Let's go home now," a voice which I recognize so well whispered in my ear. His arms was wrapped around my waist in a possessive manner.

I thought I dragged Damien with me to the dance floor, how come Alexander is the one with me now.

"Why are you here? I thought Damien was the one I dragged here to dance with me." My words were still slurred and I wasn't even in control of my body.

"No, you're wrong. I was the one you dragged with you."

"What?!"

"Now, let's go," he huffed out and made to pull me out of the dance floor but I forced myself away from him and pouted at him.

"I want to have more fun, hubby. Let's not go yet." I plunged myself at his body and wrapped my arms around him and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Just how drunk are you? I'm going to rip that guy into shreds for making you drink so much." I could sense annoyance in his tone but I didn't care. I just want to have more fun. 

"Ohhh...Why are you so handsome? Why are you so hot? Why are you so good looking that it hurts to look at you, huh?" I slowly rubbed his chest tracing his perfect biceps through his shirt.

"Okay, that's my cue. I'm taking you home." I gasped out when Alexander carried me bridal style before sauntering out of the club.

He approached a black car and gently slid me into the back sit of the car before the door jammed closed. He got into the car beside me and I immediately sat on his laps. A surprised look flashed on his face, but it was gone within seconds or maybe it was just a segment of my hazy imaginations.

"Kiss me, baby. Caress me, Alex. Make my toes curl and make me feel things I've never felt before." My hands were roaming all over his biceps, but he immediately caught them when they began moving downwards.

"You can't be saying all this, Angel. You're drunk. It's the alcohol talking. Maybe, when you're sober enough, say this things to me and I'll gladly grant your wish." His voice was raspy and humid.

"But, I'm not drunk," I slurred out and pecked his lips and resumed my quest on his chest again.

"Don't do this, Angel. If you continue like this, I don't think I can keep my feelings in check. Just rest." His voice was restrained and I looked up at him with a glare. I heard him chuckle before he gently pulled my body against his chest.

I sighed out as I snuggled closer to him. I could feel my eyes growing heavy and exhaustion kicking in. Before I knew it, I was consumed by darkness.

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My eyes slowly pried open but I immediately slammed it shut when I was almost blinded by the ray of sun that snuck in through my open window. I held my head in my hands as I felt a banging headache. I opened my eyes again, this time my vision had adjusted to the brightness of the day.

I almost freaked out when I looked to my side and saw Alexander sitting beside my bed, his eyes trained solely on me. Has he been sitting there all this while? I didn't hear the door opening or closing.

"Morning, Angel. How are you feeling?" I stared at him warily and flinched away from him when he reached out to me.

"Well, this has to be my worst morning ever." I held my head slightly, briefly shutting my eyes as the headache I was feeling worsened.

"You had a lot to drink last night, hence, the headache." 

"I drank? Ugh...my God," I groaned out and rubbed my temples. I can't even remember anything that happened last night. The only thing I can remember was taking a drink from one handsome stranger.

A wave of nausea hit me and I sprang out of the bed towards the bathroom. I sat on the floor and let out the whole contents in my stomach. I felt a hand holding up my hair and caressing my back in a soothing manner. I was feeling very weak, dizzy and sick.

Alexander gently helped me up and I approached the sink to rinse my mouth. I left the bathroom after washing my face. I sat down on my bed, totally ignoring the brooding male's eyes that was following my every movement.

I don't want to speak with him. I don't even want him close. I don't even know what he's doing here. I could feel the anger I felt for him slowly creeping up, looking for the perfect opportunity to let itself out in its full glory. 

Anger is never a good feeling, and I don't think I have the strength for unnecessary drama this morning.

"I'd have Claire bring you some food and medicine," Alexander muttered lowly, coming to stand in front of me.

"Don't bother!," I snapped, not looking at him.

"You really ne..."

"I said, do not bother. It's not like you care. Last night, you were ready to throw me to the wolves and now you're all in my space acting like you care," I spat bitterly.

"Perhaps, you're still drunk, Angel, it's better..."

"Just leave me alone, Alexander. Leave my room, I'd like to be alone for now." My voice was low but I still didn't look up to meet his eyes.

God damn me! I'd melt if I did.

"It's funny how you were clingy and all over me last night in your drunken state, and now you want me far away from you now that you are sober," he scoffed out and took in deep breath. "Angel, I...."

" I don't want to hear whatever it is you want to say. I know we don't mean anything to each other but still you can't just decide to gamble me off, even if you knew you'd win or not." I was now standing and the anger I was trying to suppress has now backfired with full force. This time it came with emotions I couldn't decipher.

"Did you even know how scared I was? Did you think about what could go wrong? So, what if you didn't win? You'd just toss me off to that dangerous man, just like that? Where is your humanity, Alexander? Why are you filled with so much toxicity, huh?" A lone tear escaped my eyes and I angrily wiped it off, not wanting to look weak in front of him.

I want him to see and know how angry I am at him.

"Punch me, kick me, slap me. Just do whatever it is you feel would make you feel better. You can even stab me to death, if it'll make you feel better and satisfied." His voice was calm and his face was expressionless, making it hard to know what he is thinking.

"Oh really?" I scoffed out and pushed him a little. He didn't budge. I pushed him again, this time harder. The push made him walk a step back. "You don't know how much I wish to repeatedly stab you with a knife. You really don't know."

I punched his chest repeatedly and kept pushing him. He just stood looking down at me without batting an eyelid. I could feel more tears running down my cheeks and I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"That's enough." I heard Alexander say calmly before he pulled me to him and embraced me in his arms. I instantly became a sobbing mess as I felt mixed emotions. I couldn't tell if I was angry, sad or distressed.

I pressed my body into him, wanting whatever comfort he can give. How crazy of me to want comfort from the very person who was the cause of my problems in the first place.

"Shhh, baby, trust me, I'd never hurt you in anyway whatsoever," he muttered lowly and I sank into him more, my sobs increasing. The more depressing part of the whole thing is that I don't even know why I am crying!