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CHAPTER 2

  

                 Ximena's POV

"She's actually the famous model that got ditched last night, the news is all over town."

I heard a voice say, more loud voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying 

"Check her temperature." I heard a male voice say.

Where was I? I tried opening my eyes but it felt heavy, I couldn't move too.

"There's no information about her, someone brought her here, we couldn't get any info from him." A feminine voice came this time.

I opened my eyes, at first it wasn't clear but after closing and opening them, I could make out objects and persons.

A man in a white lab coat, nurses in blue and green curtain.

I was at the hospital.

"She's awake." One of the nurses said pointing at me.

The doctor came close and opened my eyes wide with his fingers, flashing a torchlight into it.

"Where am I?" I asked, it was obvious but I need to be sure.

"At St. Agnes hospital, you were brought in here last night by a young man that refused to drop any info or his identity, you have been unconscious since then."

"Why would be uncon–" for a moment I had forgotten the cruelty of my reality, I bit back my words in anger and embarrassment.

I stood up and detached the drips, picking my bag and pulling off the blanket from my body.

"You can't leave, we still have to check how you're doing." The doctor said trying to stop me but he wasn't quick enough, I moved to the door before he could touch me.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine." I said and ran out of the ward, out of the hospital and into the city.

I needed to get home, the memories of last night had returned to my mind and it still hurts, it felt like a sledgehammer was constantly plunged into my chest.

I walked down the street, tears dropping from my eyes, enough to earn weird stares from passersby.

I ran all the way to my little apartment, I couldn't remember the last time I came here.

Since Dean and I got really serious, I had been staying over at his but that wasn't enough to make him loyal, he had been seeing some else the whole time.

I picked my phone and turned it on, there were missed calls from Madison, from my agency but none from Dean.

He didn't think I deserved an explanation, he didn't bother to check if I was doing fine.

I tapped my I*******m app and almost fainted when I saw the headlines.

"Dean, ex boyfriend of popular model Ximena Branson says they were never serious, it was a situationship they had both outgrown."

"Popular Model faints after finding her boyfriend proposing to someone else."

"Two popular models clash over the same man, leaving one hospitalized."

I threw my phone on the bed and opened my wardrobe, reaching out for my box, I packed everything my hands could reach, shoes, clothes and bags.

I had to leave here, I needed to leave everything behind if I wanted to stay alive for my modeling career, it was what I promised my parents, I wasn't going to let anything ruin it, I won't be found miserable over a man who didn't see my worth and I also wouldn't be the topic for bloggers.

*Hey Madison, I'll be going out of town for a while, I don't know how long but you'll definitely hear from me again. Take care of yourself and chase your dreams. Thank you for everything*

I clicked send and turned off my phone, I was about putting it inside my handbag but on second thoughts, I threw it inside the waste bin and rolled my box outside the apartment.

I hoped Mexico had a new beginning for me.

                           ~•~

                     *MEXICO*

It had been three weeks, three weeks of waking up every day struggling to stay alive when the only thing on your mind is to say goodbye to earth and it's cruelty.

I pulled the car in front of the bar and stepped out. I didn't survive because living was fun, I survived because I had a life to live and running away would make me a coward.

"What will I serve you Ma?" The bar man asked.

I turned to look at him "Two shots of Tequila."

This was the first time I had left my apartment in weeks, I had stayed indoors counting down days for the Paris fashion week.

It was supposed to be my major comeback, it was an opportunity to show Dean and every other person that I survived.

He pushed the two glasses in front of me and I downed everything at a go.

"Two more."

I had started a fitness class online, changed my diet so I'll be in good shape but it still felt like I wasn't doing enough, I needed more than that, I had to show him what he lost.

I picked the glass close to me and emptied the content into my mouth, it was more than the last drink I had and stronger, burning the inside of my throat.

"Fuck." I cursed as I tried to keep everything down.

"I thought as much." I heard a voice say and the mocking tone was hard to miss.

I turned to see the most perfect green eyes staring back at me, making my legs weak, I didn't know if it was my broken heart or the drinks, but I wanted to be buried deep inside his eyes.

"Do you want to eat me?" He asked still looking at me, the side of eyes wrinkled in a smile.

Was he flirting with me?

"No, of course not." I said and turned to face my own drink, i picked up my glass of tequila and brought the glass to my mouth.

Out of curiosity, I looked at him and his eyes were still fixed on me.

"Come on, you don't have to make it too obvious that you want to fuck me." I said emptied the content of the glass into my mouth, shutting my eyes as I felt the familiar feeling of it burning down my throat.

He chuckled.

"Is it something you're up for?" He asked and I could feel his breathe behind my ear making, sending chills down my body.

Things were going too fast, way too fast but a part of me liked it, I wanted to see how things would turn out, if it was a game, I was willing to play it to the end.

"Then ask properly." I said, trying to hide my nervousness, I honestly didn't know how things would turn out.

"I want to fuck you." He said holding my hands and leading me out of the bar.

I followed him as his figure towered above mine, my eyes raked his full body under his black shirt and Jean trousers, I wanted to run my fingers down every part of him.

We stopped in front of a door, "VVIP" was inscribed on it, who was this man? I knew next to nothing about him.

I followed him inside and he shut the door, he stood in front of me and held my face, suddenly, everything seemed wrong.

I tried to fight the feeling and he must have noticed.

"Are you scare?" He asked taking some steps away from from me.

The sudden absence of his hand on my face made me feel guilty, I had given the wrong sign.

I turned to leave but stopped, maybe this one time, it wouldn't matter when we woke up in the morning, we'll bo

th go our seperate ways.

I turned back and walked to him, stood on tiptoe and crashed my lips on his.

"Take off your clothes.”