ASTRID“I won’t even lie, but girl you’re glowing,” Lily says, beaming at me.I can’t help the wide grin that spreads across my face. The happiness bubbling inside me feels too good to contain. Jordan finally asked me to be his girlfriend and things have been perfect. So perfect! He’s treating me like a damn queen. Every day feels like a dream, and I keep waiting to wake up, but I don’t.I’m here at the bar with my friends. Yeah, they got me upset but I can’t stay mad at them forever. So here we are.“Well,” I say, dramatically flipping my hair over my shoulder. “I’m glowing because my man is taking care of me.” I pause for effect, then repeat with extra emphasis, “Did you hear that? My man.” I can’t stop smiling as the words leave my lips.Lily groans, rolling her eyes but smiling all the same. “Oh God, you’re one of those people now.”“You mean one of those people that has been spoiled by their man? I am! I know he’s always treated me well but this is on a whole new level. I don’t
JORDANI'm losing my damn mind. Astrid is avoiding me like a plague, and it’s killing me, slowly, painfully, and in a way I never thought possible. I’ve done everything, everything, to get to her, to speak to her, but she won’t let me. She’s shut me out completely. I can’t even ambush her at her house because she’s gone back to her parent’s house, putting even more distance between us, and it’s driving me insane.I wish I had taken pictures of her because the only thing I have are the pictures Ethan gave me, and it’s the only thing keeping me together right now. I pull it out again, staring at it like I haven’t memorized every detail already.She looks breathtaking, radiant, and I look happy. The happiest I’ve been in years, maybe my whole damn life. I trace my finger over her face, and my chest tightens painfully.I can’t focus on anything anymore. Work is a mess, and Nelson’s practically running the whole damn company at this point. I sit in meetings and just space out, staring
ASTRID“Explain? What exactly do you want to explain? Walking out of me the moment I confess my feelings to you? Standing me up on a date you’ve spent weeks begging me?”“Astrid, I’m sorry.” I wait for him to go on but he doesn’t. A red haze covers my vision and it’s all I can do not to self-combust.I stare at him, blinking rapidly, willing the tears to stop, but they fall anyway, hot and fast. I wipe them away with the back of my hand, hating myself for letting him see me like this.I’m so mad I can barely breathe. My chest feels tight, my hands are shaking, and all I can do is stare at him in disbelief. He said he had an explanation, and the only thing that came out of his mouth is sorry.Fucking sorry.I let out a bitter laugh, wiping angrily at the tears that won’t stop falling no matter how hard I try to hold them back. “That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me? Sorry? Nice.” My voice cracks, and I hate it. I hate how weak I sound when all I want to do is scream at him.He l
JORDANI feel like I’m suffocating. Sitting here with Peter and his wife, and…this woman clinging to my arm whose name I can't even remember.Who the hell is she again? Right, some prospective client who is interested in ordering my new set of children’s toys for her foundation.She’s new in the city and, of course, that idiot Nelson thought it would be a great idea to invite her to this party so she could "network."I want to speak to Astrid badly. I could see the hurt in her eyes when she saw me together with this woman. I swear I wanted to kill Nelson for making me bring this woman here. I can’t let Astrid think I have something to do with the woman.How do I escape from this shit?I need to get to Astrid fast but can’t do that, not when Peter is constantly watching Astrid. I need to be careful lest he suspects something.I swear under my breath, forcing a smile as Stella declares that she wants to dance. Finally, my escape is here.Hopefully, Stella would distract Peter so I can
ASTRIDThe minute we pull up to the mansion—another one of my dad’s stuffy “networking” parties, I can feel my patience already thinning, but I need this. I need some closure from Jordan. I’ve tried moving on for the past two weeks but it’s not working.Lily said I should give myself some time to get healed. I want to heal and move on as soon as possible but I can’t do that if I keep seeing Jordan every damn night in my dream.“You came willingly,” Dad says, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “I’m almost afraid to ask why.”I flash him my most innocent smile. “Oh, you know, Dad, I just thought it was time I learned the ways of the elders. Maybe see what you guys see,” I reply with a straight face, my voice dripping with sarcasm.Dad huffs, but before he can respond, Mom places a hand on his arm. “Peter, let her be,” she says with a knowing look, her lips curving into a faint smile.“Yeah, Dad,” I say, feigning sweetness. “Let me soak in all the wisdom and sophistication of this... riveting
ASTRID “What the hell was I thinking? How pathetic can I be?”Jordan stood me up.Again.My chest tightens, and humiliation and anger threaten to consume me. Why did I let him get to me? Why did I even entertain the idea of giving him a second chance? God, I feel so stupid.I pick up my phone, scrolling through the unanswered messages I sent him earlier. Each one mocks me. My fingers tremble as I toss the phone onto the couch, the sharp clatter echoing in the empty room.I shake my head, biting back the tears threatening to spill. No, I refuse to cry over him again. He doesn’t deserve my tears. He doesn’t deserve anything from me.My gaze lands on the half-empty bottle of whisky sitting on the coffee table. Without thinking, I grab it, taking a long swig. The bitter taste burns my throat, but it’s nothing compared to the fire raging inside me.He begged me to hear him out and made me believe there was something worth salvaging between us. And like a fool, I fell for it. Again.I s