Chapter 2 ALONE

I was hoping that tonight’s event would be good and special, and the banana incident won’t happen again. I just wanted to be serious this time.

I loved Miggy and I was fine with what we have right now but I also have needs and I needed him to fulfill them right now no matter what. I had been keeping this sexual frustration for a year already. It was more than just enough.

As soon as I arrived at my apartment, I took off my clothes and wore the dress I bought in the mall. It was a glittery tight black dress that barely grazed my mid-thighs without a strap, and was very tight around my ass.

I loosened my long and wavy light brown hair and grabbed my purse before exiting my apartment then took a cab going to our favorite restaurant. I already texted Miggy that I would wait for him there and that I already made a reservation yesterday.

I didn’t mind waiting for the first hour because I was enjoying the view of the dark beach that was sparkled with different colors of lights from where I was sitting. My mood was still good. I was still waiting for him because I believed he would come.

Maybe he was just stuck in the traffic or he took time to buy me flowers and surprise me. But the next hour made me start to feel worried.

Where was he?

I took out my phone from my purse and decided to send him a message to remind him that I was still here waiting for him to arrive to celebrate our first year anniversary.

Three hours had passed but I still didn’t get any response from him. It was almost 10 in the evening and the waitress kept coming back to ask for my order and for the nth time, I refused to take an order.

I looked around the restaurant and some people already left the place. I sighed heavily. I couldn’t believe Miggy just did this to me.

I gave at 11 and decided to leave the restaurant with an uneasy feeling. I didn’t know if it’s because I didn’t eat anything or because of my frustration towards Miggy.

I ruffled my hair and pulled it in irritation. I felt so upset but worried at the same time because something bad might have happened to him.

I wrapped my coat around my body and checked on my phone hoping that he would at least text or call me to tell me what’s happening.

I went out of the restaurant and called a cab to get back to my apartment. My eyelids were heavy and I almost fell asleep when I received a text message from Miggy.

‘Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Let’s celebrate our anniversary next time.’

I felt like my heart wanted to explode at this very moment. I read his text again and again. He didn’t even bother to call me? God! What the hell was he thinking?

I didn’t realize that tears already escaped from my eyes and they were dropped down on the screen of my phone. I wiped it with my thumb and brought it to my chest hugging it like my life depended on it.

I felt upset with myself now. Maybe he thought I was just going to ask him to have sex with me.

I sighed sadly and looked out of the window. The rain suddenly poured down heavily. Even the weather was crying with me. I sniffed and cried out in silence.

The cab driver averted his eyes at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Concern was written on his face.

“Miss, are you okay?” he asked me politely. “Did you break up with your boyfriend?”

I shook my head and gave him a dismissal smile. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now.

But he couldn’t sense that I don’t want to talk to him.

“You look horrible,” he commented.

I smiled bitterly. I decided to open up to him maybe he could suggest something to make me feel better.

“Today is the first anniversary with my boyfriend, but…it seems like he has more important business to do.” I said emphasizing the ‘more important’ words. “He didn’t even tell me the reason why.”

I paused, taking a deep breath.

“Or…maybe he doesn’t like me anymore,” I finished my words slowly.

I controlled myself from crying again.

“But you are so gorgeous and lovely.” He complimented.

“Am I?” I asked. “My boyfriend can’t see what you see in me.”

“Don’t be sad, my dear.” He gave me a sympathetic smile. “You should have fun by yourself, then. Call your friends or anyone, and have fun.”

His suggestion gave me an idea to call Trish and go to a nightclub and have a party all night long. I really needed a break and refresh myself. I wanted to have a girl’s night out with my best friend.

I quickly dialed Trish’s number but to my dismay, I was sent to a voicemail. I think she was busy too.

Not now, Trish, please…

I groaned after trying a few calls. I think it was useless to call her. It was so upsetting that my boyfriend and my best friend were both busy when I needed them and the rain made it worse. It seemed like the earth hated me so much.

After arguing with myself if I should or shouldn’t go to the nightclub, I decided to follow what my mind was screaming. Have a party and enjoy the night. Alone.

I arrived at this famous nightclub in town alone. I walked towards the entrance taking off my long coat, showing off my body confidently.

All I wanted right now was to have fun, meet a hot stranger, dance all night long, release my stress, and maybe…release my sexual needs.

I chose to take a seat at the bar counter and immediately ordered blended whisky and watched the bartender pour the liquid in my crystal glass with ice cubes.

I looked around, watching every soul and body dancing and jumping to the DJ’s throbbing music. The floor pulsed beneath my feet, and the heat radiating from the mass was inescapable.

My eyes once again roved over the tightly packed crowd. They reminded me of penguins huddled in the cold—on crack.

I realized it had been a long time since I have fun by myself like this. Since having a steady relationship, I didn’t really care much about going out. I didn’t go out as often as I used to.

I sipped my whisky until it ran out and ordered again. The DJ changed the music and it was my favorite this time from David Guetta’s song. I smirked as I turned my head once again to the crowded dance floor and narrowed my eyes when a group of hot guys was shaking their bodies into the beat of the music.

“Screw my boyfriend!” I mumbled to myself and made my way to them, pulling up my dress a little bit so I could show off my honey thighs.