CHAPTER 5

"I should go take a shower," I say, a nervous smile forming on my lips, and Enzo steps back without saying a single word. 

I hold my loosely strapped gown up, lest it falls as I walk to the bedroom and I swear I can feel Enzo's eyes drilling small holes on my back. 

I release a breath that I wasn't aware I was holding when I step in the room, closing the door behind me and I let my gown fall carelessly around my feet. 

I am in a white backless corset and a pink lacey garter belt lingerie that I had worn under my wedding dress. 

Ooh, and I am still in my six inches pair of heels. 

I did put on so much effort to look sexy for Matt but it was all for naughts. 

I just wasted my precious time to please an asshole that doesn't even deserve it. 

Have been having fantasies about this particular day for a very long time and I even anticipated Matt to literally throw me on the bed when he sees me in this. 

A bride dressed in some sexy lingerie should be the first gift a man gets from his wife. It sets a romantic mood for the first night as a married couple and I was all ready for it. 

I thought we would pop some champagne, toss to our union, and consummate our marriage.

I thought we would make love the entire night. 

I didn't expect any drama and I never saw all of this coming. I was totally not braced for a heartbreak on my wedding day. I wasn't supposed to end up in a hotel with a total stranger. 

I step out of the dress, get rid of the shoe, and paddle on the marble floor to the bathroom. I am tempted to run a warm bath first, but I don't think it's what I need at the moment. 

So I turn on the faucet and I stand under the cascading cold water, still in my lingerie. 

I shut my eyes as droplets of the ice-cold water hit my skin lightly and I let my mind drift away.

Minutes later, I wrap a towel around my body before walking out of the bathroom. 

That is the longest time I have ever spent in a shower. 

I just stood there reminiscing about the best moments I have had with Matt. The times that he made me feel special, when he promised to love me always and forever. 

I remembered the vow he made today and I remembered that moment when all of this changed. 

The minute Wendy's words sank in my mind. 

Enzo is at the doorstep staring at the wedding dress on the floor and he has a Forever Twenty 1 shopping bag in his hand. 

He just walked in to bring me the clothes that he actually bought for me. 

"Took you long enough." He says, getting the dress from the floor. 

"Not more than thirty minutes I bet?" I ask, fastening the towel around me when I feel his eyes boring into my skin. 

"Thirty-five minutes to be precise. You scared me and I had to come check on you." 

"You don't think that I am capable of committing suicide because some asshole broke my heart, do you?" 

"I don't even know your name, I don't think I know what you are capable of." 

"Joanna Williams. And no, I can't hurt myself." I am already in too much pain as it is. 

He walks in further, his eyes intensely on me and he places the dress and the shopping bag on the king-size bed. 

His eyes linger on my naked thighs for a freaking mini-second and I consciously attempt to adjust my towel. Unfortunately, it is not long enough. 

I don't judge him though, men stare a lot. 

I sit at the edge of the bed and a tear rolls down my cheek when I take the gown in my hands. 

I feel so miserable. 

I hug it to my chest and a lump forms in my throat. I don't think I can endure the heartaches anymore. I can't hold back the tears any longer, I am going to break down sooner than later. 

I really wanted to be strong. I didn't want to shed even a single tear for Matt, he doesn't even deserve it. 

"Hey?" Enzo whispers, tipping my face slowly to look at him and another fat tear rolls down when our eyes meet. 

He cusses under his breath as he squats right in front of me, resting his arms on my naked thigh. 

I am too messed up to concentrate on the skin to skin contact between us but my heartbeat ratchets up. 

He flickers the tear away with his thumb and he cups my face in his hands. 

"I loved him, Enzo," I mumble and he inhales sharply, almost furiously. 

"He is not worth your tears, Joanna." He tells me looking directly into my eyes. "He doesn't deserve someone like you and I think you just dodged a bullet." 

"I can't help it." I sob. 

"I am not going to tell you to stop because I don't know how deep the shit was." He rubs my jaw softly with his thumb and I can literally see the compassion in his eyes. "So cry. Until the pain stops consuming you." 

Another tear falls on my cheek and when he pulls me into his arms, I break down completely. 

He doesn't fondle my back, he doesn't attempt to make me stop...he just offers a shoulder for me to lean on as I concentrate on shedding every bitter tear. The more I cry the lighter my heart feels. 

"Water?" He asks me when I calm down a few minutes later. 

"K..." I attempt to talk but my voice is too hoarse so I just nod. 

"I will be right back. In the meantime put on the shortest dress, we are going to a club." 

My face lights up instantly. Alcohol and music is exactly what I need after the crappy day I have had today. 

"You and I will have so much fun." I shriek. 

He smirks at me. 

"And wash your face while at it, you look like shit." I chuckle as I get the shopping bag and he walks out.

Enzo has great taste in fashion and style. I love the things that he bought for me; the lingerie, the dresses, and the shoes. 

I am torn between the red skater dress and the black straight dress. 

"That is the shortest." He points at the black one as he hands me a glass of water. "You are welcome by the way." He smirks at me before exiting. 

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"You are such a rebel, I like it," Enzo comments when I step out of my hotel room in the red dress and I smirk. 

"Is that a compliment? Should I say thank you?" I ask with half narrowed eyes and he chuckles.

"It is, you look hot in that dress though." 

He can't seem to take his eyes off me. 

"All thanks to you," I say glancing at him and... 

How did I not notice this?

Dude's insanely hot. 

He is in a black pair of jeans, a white t-shirt and a black pair of sneakers.

I didn't notice how handsome he is until now, and I am wondering if I was partially blind. 

I guess I was way too distracted but now I totally understand why the receptionist swooned. 

He has the most amazing dark eyes I have ever seen. A prominent jawline that's full of stubbles and at the moment I can't find words to describe his masculine body. 

"You are staring?" He has a smug smirk on. 

"You wish," I say, leading him to the elevator. 

"She is a rebel and she has an ego." He comments when the elevator dings and when I make to step out, he pulls me back. 

I turn around to face him and our eyes lock. My heartbeat picks up when he takes a step forward to stand incredibly closer to me. 

I don't know what I was expecting but I suck in a breath when he undoes my chigon and my loose curls fall freely on my shoulders. 

"It is going to be a wild night." He tells me as he steps out.

"Sure?" 

"I promise." I smile as I follow him to his car. "You are allowed to get freaky, just don't fuck anyone." 

"I can't promise you that," I tell him as I get in the car and he shakes his head as he rounds the car to the driver's seat.