Chapter Five

Throughout the entire ride, her tears didn't cease even for a second. How could it be when her heart had been shattered into several pieces? To think that Calvin would betray her in such a way made her feel suffocated.

Why would he do this to her? She was ready to give him everything that made her who she was. Was it her constant delay of them having sexual intercourse that led to him cheating?

"He…he promised to wait. He…!" again, she began balling her eyes out, but this time Flynn didn't attempt to glance at her. She needed to let her emotions out – not like he cared, but he had been in a situation like that before. 

He continuously watched the road while swerving the wheels of the car without making a sound – the car was filled with Amaya's cries of pain. 

"He lied to me. He lied to me again! Calvin.. how could you…how could you do this to me?" by now she had completely curled herself into a ball, which Flynn found funny.

A light chuckle elicited from his lips and unfortunately, Amaya heard it. Her shaking lips twisted into a tight frown, then she gnashed at him. 

"It's funny to you, ain't it? You'd never understand how it feels! A heartless being like you would never comprehend what I'm going through!" Amaya didn't try to think through her words before blurting them out. 

"Being cheated upon ?? terrible and there's only one thing to help you get through it"

Amaya sat up from the leather seat, then sniffed back her tears bitterly. "W-what?" she stuttered unintentionally, then again her emotions were getting the best of her. 

"The bar. Once you get drowned in alcohol, your emotions ain't going to be able to stay, doesn't that sound right to you?" He said suggestively with his eyes gaping at Amaya. 

Her head was lowered, so she couldn't see the sly smirk on his lips. She complied with his suggestion without thinking it through – what was there to consider?

Her life was practically meaningless at this stage – what was there to lose? Calvin was the only thing Amaya cherished, but he never felt the same way. 

Mere thinking about their previous moments got Amaya tearing up again. Slowly, she lifted her legs and then curled them in a way so she could bury her face in between her kneecaps. 

In that position, Flynn drove her to the bar. 

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"Calvin! I hate you so much!! Burn in hell! You son of a gun! Happiness will forever be far away from you! Arg!!" Her drunken yells filled the entire bar and that got so much attention to her. 

The Elite Bar shared a similar ownership to the Elite Restaurant – Kris Phantom owned them both. Flynn knew well enough how rarely Kris visited anywhere, so concluded that bringing Amaya here was the best choice. 

Seated across her on a lengthy stool was Flynn with a cup of tequila in his possession. Amaya, however, drank directly from the bottle, and she surely did consume unbelievable quantities in a single gulp. 

"Yes!!! That's the stuff! I wish I could drain away that fucking bitch's life like this! Sandra! You'll die a painful death. I should have shot you in the freaking pussy. Fuck!!" again she screamed tipsily and this time, the bartender found it hard to condole her behaviour. 

He tried to talk to her, then again Flynn went to Amaya. "She's with Lord Kristen" his simple utterance got the bartender retracting fearfully. 

He gazed back at Amaya and shook his head – who knew she was the talkative type when drunk? Flynn took his attention to his wristwatch, then heaved once he saw what time it was. 

"Where's Lord Kristen? It's already night" he muttered worriedly to his hearing, yet his worries faded once his eyes landed on the masked stranger. 

Though his face was nearly hidden due to the mask, one could instantly tell he was surreal. 

Cladded in black denim but ripped pants, and a half-buttoned shirt with an expensive neck chain which dangled gorgeously on his neck, Flynn smiled at the presence of Kristen Phantom. 

The aura of superiority which lingered around him would make the average man suffocate, and the stylishness of his steps made women swoon over his feet.

Indeed, Kristen Phantom was quite different from his brothers – everything about him was clad in mystery. The bar specifically housed a classy motel, and that was where Kristen was headed. 

He didn't bother to check in at the recipient, but instead advanced to the magnificently designed curved staircase. Flynn, without being told, scooped up a drunk Amaya, then trailed after Kristen. 

He arrived at his room, halted, and then placed a knock on the door. Amaya, on the other hand, was continuously cussing spitefully at Calvin – would she ever forgive him? Flynn wondered yet knew deeply he deserved it. 

Shortly after he knocked, Kristen reappeared but without the mask. 

"Greetings, Lord Kristen" Flynn bowed unhesitatingly, then again a response never came from Kristen. He moved his ethereal set of oceanic blue eyes to the tiny Aphrodite in Flynn's arms. 

"She's the one Kross has been lusting after?" his voice sounded overly smooth, and Flynn nodded. 

"Hand her over" quickly, Flynn did as ordered. The door was shut almost immediately, he gave Amaya to Kristen before he began walking away. 

In Kristen's room, a drunk Amaya ogled drunkenly at him before smiling sheepishly. 

"Mr.… Mr. Phantom. Oh, how handsome you are. Why didn't I meet you before that asshole came?" she giggled funnily with her fingers clipped around his neck. 

Kristen gazed at her blankly as he walked towards the king-sized bed. Once he lowered her on it, he steadily rid himself of his shirt and his porcelain skin came into view. 

His eyes travelled to her exposed cleavage, which he finally gaped wholly at after ridding her of her blouse. 

"Taking advantage of a lady isn't something I want to do, but… Kross, that bastard wants you. What better revenge than tasting you before he does?" Kristen gritted before claiming Amaya's lips in a rough, savage kiss.