Drop a key, break a heart

CHAPTER ONE

DAHLIA

I had tried to call Evans, but he wasn't picking. It rang once and then the next it was switched off.

My insides turned and an anxious dark cloud of thoughts I didn't want hovered over my mind.

He told me he was heading home, but he had forgotten to take the keys with him.

They had been inside my bag

The light steel objects clattered in my hands right now as I stared at my phone, wondering what would make his phone go off.

Had his battery died? Perhaps that was the logical reason.

I worried he might be stranded outside because of me.

Evans always lost his things--keys most especially since they were little.

He was a careless boyfriend, sad to say.

So I opted to keep his keys for him since we worked together.

I as his PR specialist and him as my hockey employer--and boyfriend.

I sighed and placed my phone in my bag as I made to hurry out and get a cab.

I had only taken a few steps when I came across Dan, one of his hockey teammates.

He had a frown on his face, his red hair curling like a bob around his head. "How did you get from there to here?" He gesticulated with his hand, pointing backwards to his left, where the hockey players had their gym facilities.

"How? I don't get?"

"I just saw you now with your man. How did you get here so fast before me?" Dan cocked his head." Do you have some psychic abilities or something?"

My frown deepened as a gloomy, horrifying feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

It was uncertainty. It was doubt. It was fear.

A look flashed on Dan's face, as his eyes widened, and then it disappeared immediately, but I had caught on.

I was trained for that.

My face solidified instantly. That deep fear had morphed into a cold realization of what had happened.

I tried to hide it, but my heart was beating so fast and painfully I thought even Dan would hear it.

"Thank you Dan ...for the information " I walked away, in the direction of the gym building.

"Oh fuck me ..." Dan said, slapping his forehead. "Evans is going to kill me."

I hurried forward, my steps increasing with the pace of my heart beat.

I went in through the glass backdoor of the gym house because it was the fastest route into the gym.

The noises came then.

"Ohh fuck. Mmmm. Yes Evans. Fuck that pussyyyy!!" Flesh slammed against flesh as steel scraped against marble, and metal equipments clattered and clanged against one another.

"I told you to call me daddy," growled Evans and I heard slapping of flesh and more pounding. "Go on. Say it."

"Mmmm. Yes Daddy. Yes yes yes."

My hands shook.

My bag shook.

My entire body shook.

My reality had shattered.

My perfect relationship was a myth now.

I was Evan's girlfriend, and I always managed his temper tantrums.

I was his pr specialist as well. I cleaned up his mess more times than I could count, even beyond what I was getting paid for by his team.

He was very reckless and sometimes he would knowingly get in trouble, and shrug off the consequences just because I was around.

Dahlia, the best freelance PR specialist in the city.

What mess couldn't she clean up?

I handled it all very well. With no complaint.

All because I loved him. We were a couple.

To me it was manageable, because I was happy to be with him.

We were happy together. Or so I thought.

I took in a deep breath. I couldn't break.

Not here. That would be humiliating, to add salt to injury.

I walked into view then.

"I didn't know this was a new workout technique"

They both froze, and Evans turned to me.

My heart broke when the lady scrambled away from under him.

It was my cousin. Lily.

No wonder Dan had mistaken her for me.

Same dark blonde hair, fair skin. Nearly identical features.

My legs were so weak I wasn't sure how I was managing to remain on my feet.

She tried to cover her bouncing breasts with her hands to no avail.

Her face was flushed red. Shame and embarrassment warred for territory on her beautiful features.

She couldn't look at me, as she arranged back her jean skirt to her thighs.

I felt nauseous. I had single handedly gotten this backstabbing bitch a job here.

She was the hotline handler for the team.

And this was how I got back my thank you?"