Chapter 50: Chapter 50

I spent the night without Dmitri on my side.

There are things that I don’t understand about him, and I hate how he invalidate my feelings, my work, my time, and my decision.

Still, I miss him. I want to be next to him soon.

To be honest, I am a little hopeful that he would call me in the morning, but I see not even a single call. I wonder what his deal is.

I stretch my feet and my hands and get off the bed. I appreciate the sunray that’s kissing my face this morning.

I feel better now that I’ve rested, as long as I don’t ride that stupid boat again, nothing can ruin my day with Dmitri.

Or so I thought. Because the moment I step out of my room, I hear the female bellhops giggling and talking about their sexual adventure yesterday night.

Isn’t this deja vu? My heart is stricken. I try not to listen, but I just can’t stop myself from eavesdropping.

The brunette girl boasts how Dmitri roughly did her in a staircase and by the pool. She even has the guts to complain why Dmitri never let her touch him, nor did he kiss her.

I click my tongue and clench my fists.

I become desperate trying to prove to myself that Dmitri won’t do it to me ever again.

But this familiar scenario speaks for him. What other evidence do I need?

I feel so attacked, and betrayed. I thought this day would be perfect, but I guess I was wrong.

Am I wrong to love him? Am I wrong to come here? Is this how fate gets back at me for dumping Seid?

I bite my lips while walking. With my childish attitude, I intentionally bump into that flirty girl and step on her shoes.

“Oh, sorry,” I say sarcastically and leave. I didn’t wait for her response.

Do I feel guilty? No! Do I feel jealous? Damn right!

Pissed off by the situation, I turn my phone off and just wander inside and out of this hotel until I pass by their cafeteria.

There’s an al fresco dining that I can enjoy, and it is facing the beach.

I feel my empty stomach reacting to the savory smell of bread and coffee, so I sit down and wait for someone to approach me.

I see a middle-aged woman approaching me. She smiles at me so I greet her back. When she’s about to take my order, a familiar voice commands her to leave.

“I got this Ms. Park,” says the deep but warm voice. A hand taps my shoulder, and when I see who it is, my lips curl up on their own.

“Jeff,” I call his name with excitement. At the back of my mind, I am thankful that at least something good finally happens this morning.

“Fancy to see you here, Ms., I mean, Ava,” he enthusiastically says.

“Glad to see you, again, Jeff,” I sweetly utter. I don’t know why, but seeing his face, his handsome face makes me feel relaxed.

“So, I am sure you are starving, since you didn’t get any since yesterday night, what can I get you?”, he voluntarily accommodates me.

“Uh, well, what do you have here? Order me your bestseller breakfast meal,” I request to him.

He claps his hand and asks me to wait for a moment, “Deal! I’ll serve the best meal for the best woman dining here.”

I like his humor very much. He is cool, calm, and yet remains handsome. I wonder if he has a girlfriend.

Well, I guess it is better to keep him as my company than eat alone.

In just a few minutes, he comes back serving my meal in a golden tray.

“Beautiful lady, here’s your drink first, a hot chocolate drink fresh from the ground cocoa bean, sprinkled with white truffle dust and gold flakes,” he presents it and carefully puts it in front of me.

I enjoy the smell and let the scent drives my nose crazy, “Hmm, smells yum,” I compliment and pout my lips.

“And for the best breakfast in town, I present to you the Californian egg basket, a 7-layer sandwich with egg, hashbrown, bacon, tomato, cheese, avocado, and English muffin,” he boasts non-stop.

He serves it to me and then takes the seat across me. I notice that there’s only one set of breakfast meal, so I casually speak to him, “Hey, aren’t you going to join me?”

“I’ll be busy watching you eat anyway, so why bother eating?” he goes again with his joke.

“Suit yourself, I’m famished so I’ll dig in,” I answer him.

Then I start digging in while we have a conversation, “So tell me, why 7-layer?”

“Good question, well, seven is a perfect number,” he quickly answers.

And then adds up, “And they say the California sky is layered in seven perfect layers, something that you can find only here.”

I immediately count the layer while I am busy chewing the crispy bacon, but when I see him almost dying of giggling, I realize that he was just fooling around.

“No, you didn’t just make it, do you?” I question him upset.

“Sorry, you should have seen your face while counting the sky,” he chortles as he speaks.

“Damn, I hate you,” I murmur and throw him the napkin.

Then we continue chatting about many things. He made my morning bright. It is such a good feeling to be relaxed in front of a guy.

We order another meal, and this time, he eats with me. Jeff is just a simple guy and he is not stingy with his personal information.

While we are having fun, I vaguely see Dmitri’s image standing at the entrance of the hotel. He seems upset while on his phone.

Our eyes meet, but I pretend not to see him, instead, I fake my laugh even if what Jeff’s saying is not funny at all.

I just want to make him feel jealous, I want to make him feel what I exactly feel whenever I came to know about his little secret sex with other women.

I feel guilty for Jeff, but I need to do this. And I am really enjoying Jeff’s company anyway.

But when I look at the entrance again, he’s already gone. I thought he would make a fuss and scold me, but he did nothing.

Am I disappointed or relieved? Does he even feel jealous? I try to where he went so I didn’t notice that I am now standing up.

When my body is straight up, I feel I bump into someone, the next thing I know is I am covered with a cold beverage.

My whole dress is now stained with a cold tea, and my body feels so sticky.

Jeff immediately spurs into action. He removes his suit and puts it on me to cover my nipples from exposing.

I take it and thank him. The waitress apologizes, but I think I am the one who needs to apologize.

“Jeff, take me to my room, I need to change,” I ask him.

“Yes, are you okay?”, he worriedly asks.

“Thank you,” I whisper, then we go straight to my room.

I invited him inside while I am changing since he seems harmless, and to give back his handkerchief, too.

“Hey, Jeff, wait for a moment, I need to take a quick shower, just seat there or grab something to drink or eat at the snack bar,” I instruct him.

“Yeah, cool. Don’t worry,” he simply says and seats on the counter table inside the hotel room.

So I quickly remove all the residue on my skin and hair and wrap myself around with the hotel robe.

Then I immediately get out to return his handkerchief and inform him about his coat,

“Uh, Jeff, your coat, I’ll return it later, but here, I already clean your hanky, thanks, by the way,”

His eyes are more fixated on my wet hair than what I’m saying, I see him blush, so I call him out again, “Hey, Jeff.”

As he gets back to his reverie, he reaches for his handkerchief, when he accidentally grabs my hand, too.

But even before we could react, a fuming raging voice resonates in the whole hotel room,

“What the fuck are you doing here with my woman, Jeff?”