Chapter 28


    Chapter 28: Beach House


    Eason’s POV


    The annoying noise wakes me up from my sleep. I groan opening my eyes. It takes me a few seconds to


    realize that the persistent noise ising from my phone. I grab it and take the call, saying in a raspy


    sleep filled voice. “This better be urgent.” “Hey man. Having funst night?” James chuckles. I slowly sit


    up from my messy bed, rubbing my forehead and letting memories fromst night graduallye back


    to me. We were having a wild party. I remember taking tequ shots and having some random girls


    slipping their tongues down my mouth. I look around and find only myself on the bed. She probably took


    off after the party “I’m hanging up,” I snap. “No no no wait! You don’t want to miss this,” James raises his


    voice. “It’s about Natalia.”


    I was reaching over for the ss of water on my nightstand. And suddenly my hand pauses. Her name is


    like a wake-up call to my hangover. My mind clears up immediately. “What about her?” I ask and


    immediately regret it. “No forget it. I don’t want to know.” “You sure? What about your epic n of


    winning her heart and body? You’re giving that up?”


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    I drag my steps going into the living room while pinching the middle of my brows. “I fucked her once.


    That’s it. She’s too difficult to be dealt with. Not worthy of my time.”


    I still remember the look on her face the morning after we slept together. It’s like she had already


    regretted the whole thing. That look pisses me off every time I think of it.


    James bursts intoughter on the other end of the phone.


    “Really? You guys slept already? And she dumped you immediately after? Fuck. Sorry man but I’ve got


    to ask…did you do something wrong?” “Are you fucking crazy?” I snap. “Go fuck yourself. I’m hanging up


    now.” I’m pulling the phone away from my ear, but his voice rushes out from the speaker, “She is going to


    the beach house with Alex!” My heart skips a beat.


    She fucking what??


    Before I realize, I’m back on the phone again. “What the fuck did you say?” “I’m telling you man. You are


    losing this one. I heard them talking about it during lunch break. It’s true. She’s going to the beach house


    with Alex during this weekend.” I clench the phone with rage burns up in me like mes. Alex? She’s


    going out with Alex? Traveling together is a huge step and she’s ready to take that step in just two


    weeks?


    …Has she be his girlfriend already?


    I curse and give the dumpster a hard kick, running my fingers through my hairs. Fucking Alex with his


    smug face and straightened shirt. I know she loves his type. Even her mother loves his type. The


    straight-A, president of the student union type.


    A million of dark ideas surge up in me. I close my eyes for a second and let myself calm down. When I


    open my eyes again, I ask James, “where is this beach house?” James gives me an address andughs.


    “So you are back on board again?” “Yeah.”


    I wanted to let her go. It’s a stupid game anyway. But she picked the wrong guy. I’m not losing her to that


    fucking Alex. “Now we are talking! So what’s your n then?” “My original n,” I sit down on the sofa


    with elbows resting on my knees. “My dad and that woman are celebrating their third anniversary in less


    two months. On the anniversary night, herees the grand reveal.” 1 “Ouch that hurts! You are getting


    back at her big times! To be fair though, she doesn’t deserve all these you know?” A surge of irritation


    passes through me. I don’t like to be reminded about what happened between me and her three years


    ago. But I hated it even more when she came back this time pretending nothing has happened. In my


    opinion, she deserves this. Every single bit. “Which side are you on?”


    James chuckles, “You have to ask? Two months is a tight schedule. Are you certain that she can fall in


    love with you in such a short time?”


    Ipse into silence. When ites to her, nothing is for certain.


    “I have an idea,” James announces eagerly. “If you y it right, she’ll be back in your arms at the end of


    this weekend.”


    ***


    Natalia’s POV


    On Friday night, we drove to Katherine’s beach house as nned. Alex is in charge of the wheel as I sit


    next to him upfront. Katherine and Edie take up the back seat. They are having a huge debate over a film


    I’ve never heard of. I lean on the seat looking at the scenery outside the window. Dusk is approaching.


    As we drive down the coastal highway, streaks of light fall on the cliffs and the sea. The evening sky is


    filled with gold-and-red-tinted clouds of sunset. It’s a breathtaking view.


    Suddenly the window is rolled down, letting the warm summer breeze to gush in. I look around and find


    Alex smiling at me. He then turns on the radio. A country music is on the y.


    I love how thoughtful he is. So Iy back on my seat and close my eyes, quietly enjoying the wind and


    the music.


    Maybe this trip isn’t a bad idea at all.


    We arrive at our destination a little pass by 7p.m.


    There’s a row of vis by the coast and Katherine’s uncle’s beach house is one of them. Each house has


    its own private beach. It’s the perfect ce for a little getaway.


    When Alex pulls over in front of the beach house, Katherine leans over and asks, “my uncle has called


    the butler to clean up the house. But do you guys want to grab something to eat first? I checked the


    weather report and it’s going to rain tonight. I hate toe out againter in the middle of the rain.”


    “Yeah sure,” I take out my phone. “Let me see if there’s an open restaurant nearby.” I’m on my phone


    when suddenly a bright shlight pierces through the dark night and shines directly onto our faces. It’s so


    ringly bright! The caring towards us definitely has its high beam on. We all cover our eyes as


    Edie murmurs in the back. “What a jerk.” I peek through my fingers and catch sight of a sport car hurtling


    towards us. I’m not familiar with fancy cars but I know it’s a BMW M8. I’m only able to recognize it


    because Eason has the same car. Suddenly panic seizes my heart as if I’ve foreseen what’sing


    towards me. The M8 makes a sharp stop right next to us. The passenger door flies open, and James


    jumps out of the car. He bends down and greets us cheerfully, “hey guys!” All of us are shocked beyond


    words. I stiffly turn around my head and look pass the car window. Through the opening door, I see


    Eason sitting in the driver’s seat, his hand still resting on the wheel. Gradually, he looks up and locks


    eyes with me. Those beautiful green eyes are so dark right now that they almost appear pitch ck. I


    take in a quick inhale involuntarily. The look on his face sends a chill down my spine.