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#Chapter 17

Diana Markovic



The next day I woke up very upset, the sadness of rejection had turned into anger. I thought about going alone to have breakfast at the restaurant but he could go back like the day before, so I just got up seeing Hugh's bed already empty and made. I grabbed my cell phone, tried calling my parents but to no avail.

I packed up my sleeping things and went to the bathroom, took a shower, brushed my teeth and put on some new clothes. There were some dirty pieces but I would leave them to wash when I got home.

I took a small bag with the intention of going out aimlessly and only returning at night, when it was time to sleep again. Maybe Hugh was really right to push me away, it would avoid my suffering in the future for having unrequited love.

- Good morning. I was startled by the hoarse voice.

I looked over and he was leaning against the kitchen doorframe with a cup of coffee in his hand. The sight so perfect and sexy made me want to cry knowing I would never have this man.

- Good morning. I replied dryly.

- Will leave? he asked, sipping the steaming liquid.

- Yes.

"May I ask, where to?"

- No. My throat had a weird lump .

I was mad at him, mad at him for rejecting me when he wasn't supposed to be with me just because I was a dickhead who fell in love so quickly with a guy he barely knew.

- Are you well? - no!

- Yes I am fine. I avoided looking at him.

His tone was so convincing, it just wasn't. You don't look great.

How could he be so blind and stupid not to see a foot in front of his nose? It was obvious that he knew the reason for my behavior.

- But I am! I exclaimed sharply.

"Are you at that time of the month when women just want to kill anyone?" I stifled a sarcastic laugh.

- It's none of your business. I took a deep breath trying to stay calm and not yell at him that I was like this because I was rejected.

Enough humiliation in my life.

“You're weird. Why don't you just admit that there's something bothering you and come clean? I did something? I almost felt sorry for him. But the anger was greater and it made me say things that I later regretted.

"I thought your vocation was chopping wood, not interrogating people." Hugh looked at me in surprise and I stared back at him knowing I'd pissed him off.

When I was about to open the door to leave, my cell phone started ringing and again it was Jeremy's backrest. What the hell, he wasn't arrested?

— Is this your boyfriend? he asked scornfully.

"You know better than anyone that that unfortunate man is no longer mine!" I scolded him.

I went outside and answered the call willing myself to put an end to it.

"What the hell do you want?" I screamed.

"Diana, you need to help me. Forgive me for deceiving you, I got a lawyer to get me out of there but now I owe him. I swear I've learned my lesson, forgive me."

"Screw you, asshole! Do you think I'm going to make a fool of myself again? It's the height of it that you still have the nerve to call me. Stop bothering me or I'll have to change my number so I never hear your voice or hear from you again existence? I want you to go fuck yourself!" I hung up.

I was so angry that hot tears started flowing from my eyes. I quickly dialed my mom's number and luckily managed to get through.

"Hi, my love! How difficult for us to talk to you." She said and I let out a sob.

"Please, mother... Diego still hasn't returned with the jet?" I asked trying to hide the crying.

"Not yet, daughter. Are you okay?"

"Yes, mother. I'm fine, I just didn't want to spend another day in that place. Try to arrange for me, isn't there any way to charter a jet?" I heard clipped murmurs.

Shit signal!

I tried to resume the call, but to no avail. So I just walked around the village looking for somewhere to take refuge. The day of my departure was near and distancing ourselves was the right thing to do, since I already had feelings for Hugh and they weren't reciprocated.

Arriving at a long distance, I passed through the large gates and saw the trade tents, I sat down next to one that looked empty and I stood there looking at nothing for several minutes when I suddenly saw the manly figure of my Viking in front of me.

- Hey. - he said.

- Hey. - replied . - What are you doing here?

— I came to get you to have lunch with me at Zarah, she asked me to call you.

"Tell her I appreciate the kindness of the invitation but I don't feel like eating." He looked upset at my answer.

I was confused, wasn't that what he wanted? Distance from me? The fewer hours I spent around him, the better it would be for both of us, even if the thought of not seeing him during the day made a feeling of melancholy settle in me.

“You need to be eaten. You can't be hungry. He winked at me with a cynical smile.

- So as to! I exclaimed irritably.

- Stop with what? - He asked. I opened my mouth in shock at such cynicism.

“Don't be cynical! You keep saying ambiguous sentences and when I ask you to repeat it, you always change a syllable making me pretend to be crazy and deaf.

— Forgive me for that but I can't control it, it's nice to tease you, see how you turn red.

— You can't control your little jokes to play with me, but you control your sexual impulses very well. I mumbled a little too loudly.

"Are you talking about the...

"Don't you dare remind me!" I've been doing this quite a bit lately. You're sure to forget, just like you asked me to, it should be pretty easy for you. But for me it's not, and that you can't control either because it's not about what you feel, it's about what I feel! I snapped, stopping to breathe.

So I continued:

'And you don't have to treat me nice the day after your rejection to make me feel better, because it won't work!' I've been an idiot long enough in my life and once again I get over it. Just don't get my hopes up by being nice to me and then acting like an arrogant asshole, okay? Hugh frowned.

"Is that what you think of me?" What am I kidding you? That I'm kind just to make you feel better?

"And could I find the opposite of that?" I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

Hugh looked furious at what I said, he just walked away and began muttering various curses and pacing back and forth running a hand frantically through his hair.

Did he still think he had the right to be mad that I was finally honest with him about his bipolar behavior? Great if he'd been angry, because I was too, a lot. I couldn't stay silent, I needed to say more things to him, so I got up.

"And you want to know more?" Just because you're a man... A man like that there, all strong and handsome with no apparent flaws, doesn't mean it's the last Coca Cola in the desert. You must be pretty upset now that I won't fall for your teasing game anymore. - mocked . “Although I don't think you know what it's like to be rejected, you shouldn't do that to others!

Hugh looked at me, his jaw set, he looked like he was about to explode and I wanted that to happen, I wanted him to get it all out.

“And lastly, I may not be your type, as you said, and I may not be too attractive or good enough to be in your arms, in your bed, or not arouse your desires. But there are many men who don't think like you. Besides, I don't care about men, they're all cretins, all the same!

It worked, it exploded. Hugh walked over to me, grabbed my arms tightly and pinned me against the nearest wall. He looked very angry. With an arm on either side of the wall surrounding me, he brought our noses together.

'With all that rubbish you've been talking about, you're only right about one thing: you're not my type. I looked into his eyes feeling my heart breaking, but I refused to cry for him again.

At least not in front of you.

— When I saw you for the first time, I thought you were beautiful, really beautiful, too beautiful. But as delicate as silk that compared to me, a kind of jeans, doesn't match at all. You're not my type and if I wasn't sure before, now that I've met you, I'm absolutely sure.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off. But even as he told me terrible things, I was fascinated by the way his eyes looked blue and gray at the same time. The way his body was big compared to mine and so smelling so close to me. I just stood there watching with a broken heart waiting for him to finish his crushing sentences, that's all I could do.

“You're not just a pretty face, and behind that untouchable bourgeoisie facade, there's a strong woman who's been lied to and hurt, who's hurt and maybe needy. But you're nice and smiling, you can be kind even when they're not with you, so I'm absolutely sure you 're not my type, you know why, Diana? I somehow managed to shake my head no.

Hugh then sighed, closed his eyes for a moment and opened them, looking at me intently.

"Not my type is an understatement to describe I don't think I'm the man for you." You are better than me, not the other way around. I shouldn't be your kind of man, you're just too much for me.

- I...

“Let me finish. You also said that you might not be attractive or arouse desire in me, didn't you? Well, now I want you to know how much I wanted you to be mine. Princess, I wanted to penetrate you, I wanted to eat you in every way, fill you so hard it hurt. I wanted to fuck you until you weren't able to walk for days. And the only thing prettier than you is just you in my thoughts, when I think of us having sex, you having multiple orgasms and screaming that you're mine.

He closed his eyes again and leaned his forehead against mine.

“So princess, if that isn't desire and attraction, I don't know what is. And I'm sure it goes way, way beyond that.

I could very well hear our hearts beating together. Totally speechless I was, I couldn't find the right phrase and the only thing I wanted at the moment was to kiss him, was to relieve the excitement that wet my panties caused by his words.

- But I do not understand. Why do you walk away? I shuddered as his thumb stroked my face gently.

“Believe me, it's not easy to stay in control. I wish things were different, but they aren't. — there was a strong motive then.