Lady in Blue: The Billionaire's Regret

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WARNING FOR 18+ This may have included a scene, which is not suitable for a younger audience. If you are 16, and below, you should skip this part. You had been earned. Thank you. 

Yna buried her face in her palms. Her shoulder shook, the cries she couldn’t suppress brimmed and tore, shaded orbs, the honeyed colored eyes, which belonged to her appeared puff and red.

She was a mess. Yna knew she was.

“Uhm, are you alright, Madam?” The bartender, who take note of how Yna behaved curiously asked out of concern. The young man’s gaze trained across the several glasses that she had ordered earlier. They were Martini vermouth.

[FUN FACT: If you’re not familiar with vermouth, it’s a wine that’s been fortified (usually with a bit of brandy) and aromatized with herbs or spices—and though it has a longer shelf life than non-fortified wine, it needs some TLC. But it’s worth it: Bartenders know that vermouth is a secret weapon to add body and nuance to martinis and other cocktails. Traditionally, dry vermouth (also known as white or French vermouth) is used for a classic martini, while sweet vermouth (also known as red or Italian vermouth) is used in the old-school Martinez, as well as whiskey-based drinks like the Manhattan (Saveur, 2015)]

“D—don’t mind me.” Yna sniffled.

Was it she or her words are becoming a little too slurry?

She lifted her head.

“I want to—” Yna hiccupped. She instinctively covered her mouth. “Oops, I’m sorry.” She giggles, a lot more in a drunken state than before.

“You have been drunk already, Madame—”

“Nonsense!” Yna cut him off. She gestured her hand and snapped it. “Me—I want to drink. Give me more—”

“I’m sorry, but I can do that.” The young lad refused.

“You won’t?” She blows some air. “Then, I’ll leave and find some guys who can give me drink, mind you.”

Yna laugh before she whipped around.

“Madame, be careful!”

But the young bartender’s warning came out late.

Right before Yna paid any heed, something cold splashed across her chest. Her lips parted. A gasp left her slowly ajar mouth when it stained her baby blue shirt.

“O—oh my god!” Her eyes widened before they narrowed. It was her favorite shirt!

She clenched her jaw. An abrupt annoyance, perhaps brought by what took place, and her current state had been fuelled.

“How dare you—” She was ready to lash out, and express her wrath. However, when Yna lifted her head and meet the culprit affront, all the words she was ready to throw seemed to vanish. She couldn’t speak up, lost for what to say as those cold orbs gaze down at Yna.

They were one of the most mesmerizing emerald green eyes she had ever seen. They were greener, reminding her of a jewel keep for so long, but it never dithers. The woods embrace solace, but the isolation and the chilly breeze it offers only to attract many.

“I—” Yna was stunned, to say the least, and she didn’t know why.

“Careful next time, young lady.” He huskily said. The baritone voice sent shivers across Yna’s core. On his hand, he was holding a cup, which she assumed filled up with brandy.

He looks formal. His appearance was more expensive than her baby blue shirt.

“Y—you should apologize.” Regardless, Yna musters the courage to meekly say those.

“It wasn’t my fault.” He raised his brows.

“You bumped into me.” Yna gulps.

“And you weren’t looking to where you are going.” That hit her across, but Yna wouldn’t admit it at all.

“Still!”

“Look—” But the man was interrupted by a call from behind.

“Zach, over here!”

So, his name is Zach? She thought.

He saw the irritation that lace his handsome face. It fits him, but he appeared crueler and menacing. It was as if, Yna was staring at a dangerously handsome God himself.

“Look.” He rubs his temples before he reached out to her hand. The mere touch made her flinched—the tingles she felt and the electricity elicited from how their skin made contact with each other made her stomach churn.

She felt him place something on her palms.

“If you wanted me to pay for it—” Although, it was ridiculous. “—call me.”

Before he turned his back and leave. Disoriented, when she was left alone, Yna placed her hand on her chest. It was beating loudly and fast.

“W—what was that?” She murmured.

Her eyes lowered. What greeted her was a business card with a name engraved on it.

“Zachary Paxton El Mayor.” Yna read aloud.

Too oblivious that their meeting wouldn’t end just like that.

Who does that man think he is?

Yna squinted her eyes as she tried to make out the name from the card. Her eyesight is becoming more blurry adherent towards the fact that she is drunk. But she won’t deny the fact that whoever Zachary that was, he is definitely a handsome fella.

Giggling at her thoughts, when another part of her head castigated her actions. But then what was wrong now? It wasn’t as if Yna was still committed to Santi. After what happened? The hell with him!

“f**k him!” She cursed out aloud.

She was tired. To cry her heart out as the memories only make her bleed more. It is drawn to her. Sometimes, it was scary to think that the trauma one would have gone through came from those people, whom we often trusted the most. When Yna offered her life to Santi, she knew that she was ready to do all means, to spend the rest of her days with the male no matter how much her mother was against the idea. But perhaps, she was right before, while she was in denial.

Santi isn’t for her.

Him, and Alicia…why does it should be her?

Her eyes watered. However, before another big, ugly, and fat tears brimmed on her eyes, Yna gobbled down the vodka she had just ordered, to which the bartender on the counter only shrugged his shoulder off. Drunk, and staggering on her feet, Yna climbed up from whereas most of the teenagers lost themselves. The music bounces back and forth on her ears as it becomes sensual. Unconsciously holding her waist, and running her palms through her body. Unaware of the eyes watching her from the floor. She may be clad in a shirt, but that doesn’t change the fact that Yna had a body to die for.

At the age of 22, Yna had grown up into a fine young woman. She has long black hair, a pale complexion, which suits perfectly her small face. Angelic as it seems, yet Santi seems to crave more onto something that a man like him wanted. It was flesh, always the touch and kisses to which Yna couldn’t give. She just couldn’t muster the courage to do so. To cave into the pleasure she promised not to until they are not married.

Was it because she couldn’t give the ecstasy he seek, and so he did it to Alicia? She bitterly thought.

The bitterness that has been swept through, when she felt a pair of strong arms circling around her torso. The smell of mint and something sweet filled her nostrils. But what made Yna shudder was the hot breathe fanning across her nape, it was his. She should have been scared, she should have scuttled off from her feet, and run away from the stranger, but there’s something in his presence that made her drawn into.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He whispered huskily, and by the sound of it, same as him, he was drunk.

She couldn’t help but wonder. Same as her, does he have his heart broken too that’s why he is on this place losing himself onto this pandemonium? Full of drunkards, of teenagers filling their libido’s, and cheating bastards.

What he said earned a soft giggle from Yna.

“And where should I be?” She whispered rather in a slow manner that came out seductive unintentionally.

“Fuck.” The man cursed.

She laughs softly, before Yna boldly grinds her waist, losing herself—shameless, when she felt their clothes' rough surface brushing against each other.

“What’s wrong?” She gnawed her lips.

If she was sober, Yna wouldn’t dare to pull such a stunt. It would make her embarrassed, yet as of the moment—she wanted to lose herself, and forget everything that happened.

“You are not supposed to do that.” He said, breathing hard.

“I am not?” With that said, she turned around only to come face to face with the same man she had encountered earlier. His eyes are sullen and same as her, he looks drunk. It was as if both of them are bleeding, although uncertain whether her assumptions were correct. She rakes through her head. From what she can recall, his name was Zachary. It was ironic how it perfectly suited him. He have a handsome face that could make every woman swoon on his feet as they praised him as a God. A man, whom at the back of her head have she always reminded himself to grew wary from, because they offer none, but a crying heart, and traumatic past.

But looked at her now, she was dancing towards the mysterious green-eyed man, whom Yna had never met before.

“Because it wasn’t right.” His deep voice sent shivers to her spine.

Yna giggled. That’s when their eyes both meet.

His orbs, which seems to be telling her something that he couldn’t. And for a moment, Yna thought that the man in front of her was Santi. The same man whom she had fallen with, and her first heartbreak.

“S—Santi…” Her lips quivered.

Her eyes brimmed with tears, and before Yna could stop her lips, she found herself kissing the man whom she thought was Santi. Her lips were on him, and to which he had returned her kisses. The feeling was surreal, and the same butterflies swarmed her stomach, in spite of the odd feeling that Yna couldn’t grasp. His lips, which came much softer than before, and the gentle arms, which hold her closer as he pressed his body against her.

She was feeling hot, and it was crazy how she was shamelessly making out with him, while they are surrounded by a lot of people. People who are filled with the same libido as they grind their bodies with thirst. The music beats loudly, but it seems like the drumming inside her chest was much louder than she was expecting it to be. Her lips in synch with him are what matters the most.

If he wanted her soul, and her flesh, then it might be crazy, but Yna was ready to offer them to her. Some may call her names—stupid, and a fool for that kind of love, but what can she do? How can she go against this feeling at all? It doesn’t mean she was a man, then it would be easy to get rid of that five years long of effort, and memories whereas he and she spend together.

She was too lost that when the man pulled away, Yna was reluctant.

“S—san…” Breathless, she complains underneath her breath.

It was as if Yna could drown herself towards those lips, which promised so many things at that moment. His vows, Santi, promised to give Yna the world, but she couldn't imagine how would he return the affection that she gave entirely. What had gotten wrong? He said that he wouldn't hurt her the same way that her father did, but look at what he did. He slept with Alicia. He cheated on her, while he was sugar-coating his words. Yna was left unaware not when Alicia professed that they had been f*****g behind her back.

The thought let the anger resurgence, but for once, Yna wanted to forget the pain, and how the reality had greatly left her wounded.

Yna bring back her attention to him. She seems unsure, but she was still intoxicated. To which she thought would end the night, but it didn’t.