Third person’s POV: In the drunk night, stood a girl in a black dress looking drunk and disheveled. She was walking on an unsteady gait and was kissing a girl on the cheek when she was pulled away by a guy who was almost shocked by the sight of her kissing a girl like that. That girl was Amelia, and the guy was Alexander, and this is their story of the crazy night. “Amy, are you drunk?” Alexander asked as he held her from stumbling. “No, shit sherlock!” Amelia said as she danced to a tune in her head because the surroundings definitely didn’t have the background music she was going for. Okay, smart-ass Amelia was drunk through and through. Alexander looked at her and sighed before he was pushed a little by her as she moved on to another girl and said, “Interested in a one-night stand, baby?” The girl who was asked should have gotten angry and Alexander was just about to pull this drunk ass away when the girl simply kissed Ameli

I looked at my very dear boss looking for a way to calm his anger as I ate my breakfast and felt that this little breakfast can never fill me up and found another reason why I can’t marry this man right here.He doesn’t know what my diet is and thus, I cannot fall for him.Cannot fall for him!Cannot!Cannot!As I repeated these words in my head, he finally comes to me looks at me spooning an empty plate and sighs.For what are you sighing?Do you know what is happening here?Do you think this is easy for me here?Reading all those Wattpad books made me almost die out of love and here I am becoming a part of one.Do you know what tough situation––He brought me another bowl and replaced my empty one with a full one.Now, now, what should I do?He is rich, he has a big family, he is young, he isn’t gay and can’t become one.But hey, what if he’s

  “Alexander, why did he divorce me? It’s because of you, right? You still can’t let me go?!” can we be serious here? Who isn’t letting who go? Damn it! The woman’s got a big hole in her head and I looked at Alexander who looked as if he could kill her in minutes if she even dared to talk about it. “You think I am into you? Really, Brit?” Alexander said and finally, my dear friends, the name of miss. Golddiggers is out. Its Brit. “Why won’t you say it, Alex, you love me, why won’t you?” Brit said, uhm– Miss. Golddiggers said. “Brit, he divorced you because you were too out of line by sending me photoshopped pictures of you and me. And I am engaged, with this beautiful lady here. Can you stop the drama, I am getting tired of the mess here.” Alexander said as he walked and held my hand at my introduction to the conversation and smiled at me. This guy can act like a pro and lie like one too. “Mess? Because of you, he threw

 “I am fine.” I said and he looked at me for a while before calming down and keeping quite again.He looked weirdly angry for the first time. This anger wasn’t what I always saw, more like reproach to his own self.“You need something? Anything?” he asked again as I moved my hand to pick the glass of water, but he moved before me and even took it to my mouth.“I just have a fever and an allergic reaction; I can move well.” I said as I took the glass from his hands and awkwardly drank water when I suddenly started coughing and he stood up suddenly and held my shoulders causing my coughing to stop from stun. He stunned me with his reaction so good, I even stopped coughing and uh, spilled some water on myself as well.“It seems you cannot move well yet.” He said as he took tissues to help me clean up and lay back down.Embarrassment factor was real as hell.“Your Mom was r

“Honestly, Alex why don’t you take her out of here and have a talk with her. I am ill, tired, and now, I am having a headache. Please take her away from here.” I said and laid down without saying another word and closed my eyes to believe that if I did this, maybe, the world would again become normal. No contracts, no hurt and no… feelings. Oh, don’t take me wrong, feelings come from being close to a person for a long time and with the amount of time I have been spending with this guy, if I don’t get feelings that would be a lot weirder. In all honesty, if the number of feelings is directly proportional to the time spent together then, surely, it is indirectly proportional to the time not spent together. And right now, I have decided to not meet him for a week. Before the engagement, we will have the brightest and biggest break up of the year without hurting our parents that’s my promise. “I want to talk to her and not you, she is a fucking–” Of cours