Chasing The Broken CEO

"Uh..." I can't help but to gaze at him intently.

I felt the dizziness through my head but I still managed to nod at him and gave him a chance to dance with me. I didn't know what pushed me to do that. Maybe because he looked so kind and his face was angelic that I gave in easily even though I didn't know him personally. He gave me a smile and went closer to me. I slowly put my hands on his shoulders and then I felt his warm hands touching my waist.

I followed his move when he started to sway. We danced slowly even though I felt so dizzy. My sight started to blurry that I had to blink so many times in order to control myself from getting passed out. "So... it was you," the man who were dancing with me finally spoke. His voice was deep and calm.

"Hmm?" I actually didn't understand what he meant by that as I was trying to concentrate. My eyes fell on the floor. I closed my eyes firmly and opened it again after a few seconds just to compose myself.

He chuckled playfully. Damn it! It sounded good... like a great music to my ear.

But who is he? I didn't really know him personally but he seemed to have known me.

"His weakness..." he replied and then he pursed his lips sexily.

I tried to look at his face but because I was having issue with my eyesight and given that I was already tipsy, I failed to observe the emotion painted on his face. It was like my world started to spin around because of the repetitive movements we were doing. I was thinking that we already danced enough and I wanted to stop now but I didn't want to be rude and leave him hanging in the dance floor.

"I'm sorry but... I don't get it..." was the only thing I managed to say.

He laughed a bit and continued to dance with me while I remained floating in confusion. What was he trying to say? That question bothered me a lot.

And I was also bothered because I didn't know how to control the way I feel. All I knew was I wanted to go home and rest. I looked around to find my best friend Chandria but before I could even find her, someone have grabbed my arm and pulled me from the man I was dancing with.

"What the fuck, Clyde?" A familiar voice echoed through my head.

I heard another laugh from someone. My hand went to my head. I felt so dizzy that I can no longer open my eyes properly. I didn't know who was the person who pulled me because I didn't have the strength to look at his face. I tried to open my eyes to look at them but my eyesight was already blurry and spinning around. Fucking tequila!

"What the hell are you doing, Clyde? Do you want to get our grumpy brother mad?"

"No, that wasn't part of the plan. I just approached her so that we can talk a little bit. What was wrong with one romantic dance?"

"What the fuck!"

"Chill, brother. Are you freaking jealous now?" I heard someone laughed so hard.

"Nathalie?"

I tried to look at the woman who suddenly held my hand. I was in relief when I saw Chandria beside me.

"Chandria... I think I want to throw up..." I told her when I felt something going up inside me, from my stomach going to my lungs.

"Oh, my goodness! Hold on for a bit!" she panicked and then I noticed that her gaze turned to somebody. "Hey, stupid dick heads! Can you all calm down please?"

I didn't understand what was happening around me but I heard men arguing near us. All I could do was to ignore it as I can't take it any longer. I held my tummy and the next thing I knew was I vomited in front of them. I felt so sick that I could no longer stand up properly. I was about to pass out when I felt two warm hands holding me enough for me to be able to stand.

What the fuck, Nathalie...

I just found myself inside the washroom. Chandria and I were both in front of the sink. She helped me clean up and made sure that there were no signs of shit on my face. I vomited enough but my stomach is still sick, not to add that the throbbing pain in my head became severe than it was earlier. It made my knees go weak that all I could do was to leaned to my best friend and held her arm so I can stand up properly.

"Chandria..." I called her name softly. "Let's go home..."

She only laughed at me. She grabbed some sanitary tissues and wiped the corner of my mouth. I can't even concentrate that much because both of my eyelids felt so heavy. I can no longer stare at her properly. I held her tightly and tried to stand up but I failed to do so. I buried my head on her shoulders. That bunch of tequila I had made me look so stupid right now!

Damn it!

"You know what? I feel tipsy as well. I think I can no longer drive. I can't take the risk." She chuckled.

"Then how are we going home?"

I looked at my reflection on the mirror. I can't recognize myself anymore. I looked very wasted... more like a trash. My world was still spinning around and that alone made me feel sick. It was a good thing that Chandria never left me though. She held my arms and helped me walk. We went out of the washroom as soon as we're done and the next thing I heard was the loud and upbeat music playing in the bar. That got my ears so irritated.

"I want to go home... Please, let's go home..." I begged repeatedly on my best friend. I was on the verge of crying and I didn't even know why. Maybe because I was too drunk?

We walked until we reached the beach front. I was about to yell at Chandria because she dragged me here again instead of going home.

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"You--" but I wasn't able to finish what I was going to say because someone pulled me and carried me in the air. I wanted to understand what was going on but my mind seemed to be tangled as the dizziness have consumed me already. I realized that I was too wasted to even move my head so I just buried it on the neck of this man who carried me easily. I was not aware who he was but I didn't care that much. I've heard voices but I can no longer comprehend well. I closed my eyes and let the world spin around without my knowledge.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself resting in a shotgun seat of a car I was not familiar with. Someone was trying to put my seat belt on but my eyesight was still blurry due to the tipsiness that ate me up. The only thing I knew was this person was a man and taking good care of me.

"Where's Chandria? I want to see Chandria. I need her..."

"Sei already took her."

My heart skipped a beat. That voice was way too familiar. I squinted my eyes as I looked at him for me to know who he was. My forehead suddenly creased when I figured out that it was no other than Evan Zendejas.

I let out a soft laugh. Still feeling so tipsy, I tried to stare at his face carefully.

"Evan fucking Zendejas is here. Why is that?"

What is he doing here? Does he want to make me suffer because of his presence? To laugh at me while seeing my situation? Does he find it funny when he's torturing me this way? Does he think that I didn't get hurt enough so he's here to make me feel worst?

After a few seconds of concentrating, he was able to put the seat belt on me. My heart literally jumped aggressively when I felt his hand caressing my hair. He tucked some of my hair behind my ear. I licked my lower lip. I felt so stupid because my heart can't even calm down a bit.

My eyes can't even look away. Look at this guy... How can he be so sinfully handsome in my eyes despite everything that happened in the past? And why does my heart react this way whenever he's near me? It supposed to feel cold towards him! I shouldn't feel this way after all what he did! That's truly unfair!

"I told you that I don't want to see your face ever again, right?" I managed to whisper even though my eyes were trying to memorize every feature of his face.

Damn it! I can't help but to stare at him in awe.

Is it too much if I admit that I missed him? It sounded like a sin, I know. But I can't deny it... Despite every pain he caused me, I can't help but to feel fascinated whenever I look at his handsome face.

I missed his ruthless presence... his grumpy mood... his arrogant features... his cruel words...

"You're drunk, Risha. We will go home now." he said in his familiar low tone.

He was about to move up but I quickly held the collar of his polo shirt. I swallowed hard when our eyes met again. His face was too close to mine.

"Did you even think about me?" I asked him and felt the lump in my throat. "Did you think of me even once after all those shits you made me feel, Evan?"

My lower lip started trembling. I wasn't in my normal state of mind but I still feel the searing pain inside my chest... I can't even escape from this negative emotion that already live in me. Seeing him here physically was like a torture. It made me feel the waves of familiar pain that I have been dealing with for the longest time.

I felt like I just need a thorough answer from him in order for me to get the strength to move forward. I just need a clarification as to why it needed to happen. I felt the need to validate the emotions painted in his eyes for me to know if he's telling me the truth. And maybe if I get satisfied with all his answers, I would be able to understand. Maybe if he's going to tell me the whole truth, I would be able think clearly and make myself free from these heavy emotions that already live inside me. Maybe if I find his reason justifiable, then I would be able to stand up and save myself from the depth of pain.

"I always think of you, Risha... You're the only one I think of every single time." he answered softly.

With my lip still trembling, I closed my eyes a bit, trying to control the familiar emotion his words made me feel.

He said he was thinking of me all the time... Is that even true? Is that possible? What about Irish?

And why did he do it to me then? He didn't show up and made me the biggest idiot in the middle of such powerful crowd! Why did he call off our engagement?

A soft whimper escaped my lips while hot tears started to pool in my eyes. God knows how many questions are whirling through my head, but I can't find the courage to voice it all out.

"You're still lying to me..." I chuckled despite the tears falling down my cheeks. "You were too obsessed with that woman... Irish Lopez. You should've been honest with me from the very start, Evan. I bet this mess would have been prevented if only you choose to be true to yourself."

I noticed how his jaw clench and I understand that he's too guilty. It's pretty obvious. I heard his ragged breathing. I looked at him in the eyes. I know he's having a hard time and so do I. He pinched the bridge of his nose before he sigh heavily. "I'm totally right this time... Your ex-girlfriend has made you so crazy... I was right all this time... You haven't really moved from her," I chuckled once again and wiped my fucking tears away.

Why I am crying, anyway?

"That wasn't the real story, Risha. Irish wasn't the reason. I assure you that..." he said in his most soothing voice and then he started caressing my cheek. "Enough with this question, baby. Please sleep. I'll drive you home."

The side of my lips curled up. I can't help but to smirk at him. He's still the same...

"You're still... bossing me around, Zendejas." I whispered.

The last thing I felt was his soft lips kissing my forehead before I close my eyes, then I get drowned into a deep sleep.