All Chapters of After You Broke My Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“May I?” He gestured towards a seat, but I didn’t respond.“Isn’t that too many shots for a pretty young girl?” He took the seat across from me.And how was that any of his concern? I thought to myself.“I guess so.” I poured another shot.“This looks a lot like heartbreak.” He sat back comfortably.“How did you…”“Most of the people here either came to party or watch the strippers, and you’re doing none of that, so I’m assuming you’re here to drink away your pain.”I tried to pour another shot but he stopped me and set the glass away from me.I frowned. “Why are you here?”“Nice to meet you too.” He sat up with a small smile.“That’s not what I asked,” I hissed. “Let me have my glass.”“Not until you tell me who hurt you this way.” His response was unreadable.“And why would I describe my pain to a total stranger?” I shifted in my seat, already growing impatient.“Stranger?” He paused, then leaned forward to offer me a hand. “I’m Nick.”“Sure,” I responded.“Is that all?”“What do yo

“I got food for everyone,” Zara said excitedly as she walked into my room.It was some grilled chicken and rice on the side, with soda.“Told you guys I would make it up to you,” she said with a smile as we ate silently. “How was the club party?”“Good,” I said as I chewed.Leah shot me a look, and I knew she wanted to talk about Nick but I shook my head instead, so she started another conversation.“So when do you plan on confronting Dan?” Leah asked and they both shot me a look.“I don’t know, guys. I need to make sure my mind is strong enough to face him.” I took another bite.“You should do it over a text,” Zara suggested, and Leah agreed.“Yeah, that way he’ll think you don’t care and he’ll never get to see how much you’re actually hurting.”I sighed heavily. “Maybe I will.”“Matter of fact,” Zara sat up. “I think we should do it right now.”I ran my hand over my face. “I don’t think I’m ready right now.”She grabbed my phone. “You don’t have to be. You can just watch us do it fo

Dominic’s POV Two weeks earlier… I sat at the far corner of my restaurant, observing like I always did. I had come down from my office to check on a few things when the automatic doors opened and a couple walked in. I noticed the woman first, the way her dark brown hair fell down her shoulders, and how perfectly she walked on heels. She walked beside the man she came with, smiling at something he had said. When I looked closer at the man, I knew I had seen that face a few times. Dan Gordon. I had seen him at the restaurant before, but never with her. I noticed his demeanor around this woman was different, like he was trying to be too careful. I watched as they ate. The way she leaned closer whenever he had something to say, and how he barely looked at her. His eyes were mostly on his phone whenever she wanted to take a bite. And when she caught him, he would turn the screen over and fake a smile like it was nothing. When her hands reached out to touch his, he either h

“Nick.” I called him and watched the expression on his face. He knew exactly why I wanted to see him. “Yes, Rita. Please sit.” He pulled a chair and took a seat. “I just want to make this quick and clear my doubts about something.” I sat. “Go ahead.” “You didn’t tell me you were Dominic Sterling.” “But I also didn’t lie.” My brows arched. “What?” “I said my name was Nick. It’s the short for Dominic.” “And you didn’t think it was important for me to know that? “You never asked.” He shifted. “I didn’t ask because I thought you were Nick, but you lied to me.” “Careful with your words, Rita.” He tried to smile but his face was serious. I felt embarrassed. “I’m sorry, sir. I should leave now.” “I like to keep a low profile, Rita. That’s why I only told you my nickname.” I scoffed. “You knew I was going to come here today, didn’t you?” He crossed his legs and watched me carefully. “Yes… and no.” “Wow.” “It’s really nothing to explain, Rita.

I woke up the next day before my alarm rang. Then I got up and stared at the clothes I had laid out the night before.This felt real to me. I wanted to call home and tell my mom about this for the first time in years, but I hesitated and dropped my phone. I arrived at Bellmont at 8:45 a.m, fifteen minutes before my official start time. Mr. Briggs was the first person I met.“Good morning, Miss Morgan,” he said, and I forced a smile. “You’re early.”“Yes sir.” “I was just about to call Mrs. Catherine. She’s your senior colleague and will be in charge of explaining your job perfectly.”“Alright, sir.”Just then, Mrs. Catherine walked into the lobby through one of the hallways.“Ahh, Mrs. Catherine.” He turned to look at her. “This is Miss Rita Morgan, the new assistant manager.”She scanned me from head to toe, with an expression that looked pretentious. She looked young, like she was in her mid-twenties, just like me. Her outfit was clean and when I looked at the tag on her