Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
He was a few distances away from me due to the bodies on the dance floor but our eyes met and it sent a strange warmth that tingled my senses.
Gosh, I hated this! This player was trying to seduce me with his good looks – I was a sucker for good looks – and to crown it all, we weren’t supposed to meet yet.
But wait a minute, everyone thought me dead, why was I panicking? I just had to get the hell out of here, I thought until I saw it was just a body separating us.
I was greatly alarmed and thinking of what to do when Niles was suddenly pushed to the ground and someone grabbed my arm, leading me out before he could stand.
Niles’ POV
I couldn’t believe my eyes, no, my eyes must be deceiving me. How was this possible? How could she be alive? I had seen her lifeless form, I had just returned from the columbarium where I stored her ash, so how was she standing in the middle of the club and dancing like she got no problems.
I must be seeing things, that was my first thought. But the more I got closer and closer, shoving past the dancing bodies, she was as real as it gets. No, it wasn’t a dream, even with the blonde hair she wore that was reflected blue due to the lightning, I could still recognize her.
There was just one person between us and she would be within touching range. Also, she had turned when I called her name, staring at me wide-eyed shocked. Yes, that was it! That was her! Maria must be surprised to see me too!
But just as I tried to slip past that body forming a barrier between us, someone shoved me hard and I fell, no, fell with someone.
“I’m so sorry,” I hastily got off the lady I had unintentionally brought down to the ground -not because I was embarrassed but due to the fact I couldn’t find Maria anymore.
“You pervert, how dare you harass my girlfriend! ” a punch met me on the face instead when I tried to leave.
The fact that I hadn’t seen that coming plus I was not entirely sober made me see stars and stumbled to the ground.
“Maria,” I ignored the pain, my gaze darting around the club in search of her.
I was dragged up to my feet by the same bastard who still wasn’t satisfied with the first punch on my face. He intended to sock me in the jaw again when I intercepted his hand, landing him one instead.
“I already apologized,” I said to his girlfriend who shrieked out of fright. The blow made the son of a biscuit double over in pain and I walked past them, going to look for Maria.
Our fight somehow caused a small commotion because people stopped dancing and stared at us, making it harder to search for Maria with them huddled together pointing fingers and gossiping.
But somehow, I caught someone with the same blonde hair and clothes and rushed over to her.
“Maria,” I grabbed her hand.
But the face that turned around to me wasn’t even close to the Maria I saw on the dance floor.
“What’s your problem?” she glared, flung my grip off her, and left.
I thread my hand through my hair, how was this possible? I was sure I had seen her or was it my imagination? Was I so desperate to see Maria that I let my imagination somehow overlap with reality?
I felt a touch on my shoulder and a warning scream – from the ladies of course – but it was too late, a whack met me on the side of my eye.
Now, this is it!
I charged at that idiot, spearing him to the ground which elicited a scream of fear from the crowd, not that I cared.
For this guy to have the nerve to touch me, he must be some nouveau riche still reeling from the exhilaration of his newly accumulated wealth. Well, he’d bear the brunt of my anger.
I punched the daylight out of him, pouring all my frustration into each blow, and would have ended the guy had Pablo not had his men separate us.
“No, come after me! You idiot!” I roared in an outburst while the bastard was helped to his feet.
It pleased me to know that I was in a better state than him. Apart from a black eye he had given me when I was distracted, I had split lips and a swollen jaw unlike him who had a broken nose added to his other injuries. I was going to be sued for that – I was a hundred percent sure – but who cares, he was the one who came at me first.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Pablo was furious and followed after me as I walked to our private booth upstairs.
He went on, “I brought you here so you could breathe and feel alive again, not make someone else’s life miserable,”
“Fine, I heard you!” I snapped at him unintentionally, dazing him. I wiped my face with my palm, wincing upon coming in contact with the wound on the side of my eye.
“I’m sorry but I need to meet the owner of this place,” I announced.
Pablo narrowed his eyes at me, “Meet him? What do you need to meet him?”
” I saw Maria,” I disclosed and heard his groan of disapproval.
“I know you’re not going to believe me which is why I need to glance through their security -“
“Niles, that’s -“
“Impossible, right? I thought the same way too, Pablo but I know what I saw,” My heart raced with the possibility of finding her.
This time Pablo didn’t say a word, deciding to watch me with a blank expression which made me continue, ” I don’t know how this is possible but once I find her, I’ll-“
“Niles, Maria is dead!” Pablo boomed so loud that every head turned to our table.
“She is dead and it’s time you get over that. It’s been seven fucking years, Niles” He spoke the rest with a low voice having brought unwarranted attention.
I shook my head stubbornly, ” I know what I saw”
Pedro leaned over the table between us, saying “Listen to yourself Niles. Maria’s alive? If she’s alive, what hasn’t she contacted you all this while? Did you even think about that?”
“Maybe she’s In some kind of situation or something, where she’s isn’t supposed to seek people from the past or reveal her identity?”
“Seriously, are you sick in the head or something?” Pablo’s chest heaved,
“You were the one who confirmed her body and now, you’re telling me she’s alive? You’ve lost it,” He stood to his feet with a Frown, straightening the rumbled edges on his clothes.
I sighed, “Come on, Pablo…”
“The first time you thought of getting married to Maria when she was still alive, you developed cold feet and now you’re planning to spend the rest of your miserable life with Jennifer, you’re bringing up a ghost from the past?” He shook his head in disbelief, “Call me when you’re back to your senses,” Pablo said and strode out of the club angrily.
Great, you ruined the once great evening Niles.
“Here, catch,” one of his men passed a cold pack to me which I pressed against my swollen face. It was comforting to know he still cared about me.