




Chapter 6
RENZO SMITH'S POINT OF VIEW
"Amelia," I softly called her name.
I gritted my teeth, then closed my palm. My heart was pounding crazy, as beat like crazy.
Warm air passes my bare skin...
I felt like I was being suffocated...
As I waited for Amelia's answer.
I waited.
And waited.
Until she-- spoke.
"What?" she asked in a cold tone of her.
I walked towards her, she was busy reading the pile of files in front of her. My wife was the CEO of the company she was working for. She was seriously holding a pen in her left hand, while the paper she was reading was on the desk in front of her.
"I-I just miss you," I stammered said.
I was nervous...
At this moment, I dont know what I just said. I barely see her because she was always late at night working. I just missed the old Amelia, she was a gentle and sweet woman before, but now, she was like a completely different person.
"If you had nothing important to say. Please, get out of my office! Right now!" she irritatedly says. "Can't you see!? I am working with piles of workloads?" she annoyingly continued.
I felt in her voice that she doesn't like my presence around her.
So I just looked at her and smiled. Even she did not look at me, even just a second.
I walked out of her office even it was even though I was upset with her. I just took a long sigh.
I just go to the other office where could I can watch her from here. Staring at her gorgeous face was the most precious thing my eyes could see every day.
This room was really for me this was my office every time I visited Amelia. When she doesn't want me around her, I would go in here and stare at her gorgeous face.
I stand up and walked toward our photo. I touched it and felt it. I closed my eyes remembering every single day that I had with her.
I picked it up, our wedding photo. And sat down on a cozy brown sofa. I hugged it and tears started flowing on my cheeks.
"Why did I love you so much Amelia that even though it hurts I continued to love you?" I asked myself.
Hot liquor started pouring into my eyes through my cheeks and goes down on my bare skin.
"This love of mine was different. It gives pain, but why I am still in love with you?"
I took a deep breath and sighed.
I put our wedding photo in its rightful place, then wiped down my tears.
I walked out of the office to find my wife's secretary. I just wanted to make sure that Amelia would be comfortable in here, while I am gone. I could not stay here the whole day since I have a mission to do.
I took one glance at her gorgeous face once again, as I was passing by in her office. She was busy with the pile of workloads on her desk.
"I love you, Amelia," I whispered in the thin air.
Then continued walking.
"Yhanna!" I called her as soon as my eyes landed on her.
"Yes, sir?" she politely answered.
"Did Amelia already eat her breakfast?" I asked her.
Amelia leaves our house early at 5 o'clock that is why I am asking her. Since she was not eating breakfast in our house.
"Yes! sir. I think," she doubtfully answered.
I sighed.
What I am thinking?
Why I am asking her that?
"Yhanna just report to me every move of Amelia or anything that happened in her office. Okay?" I told her.
"Yes! Sir. I would call you to update you about Miss Amelia," she answered.
I just smiled at her, then she nodded.
I continued walking and took an elevator to get to my car in the parking area. Then drove to the nearest bar.
I'm fresh from the chaotic world I've been exposed to from the outside.
I decided to set myself free and enjoy the rest of the evening.
This evening will be treasured at any cost.
Coming from the south, I was driving finding the nearest bar from every road when I observed the outside of my car.
I took a step forward with all eagerness, intrigued as to what would be within such a location. I parked outside of the car I was in front of.
When I step inside the bar cold freeze passes by my bare skin. Some girls were drinking with men, and different colors of light were streaming from the ceiling, there is only a piece of soft music inside this bar, not like the other bars with loud and awful music.
I can only describe the place in one word: incredible. It was full of details, starting with the floor designs, which display the plain wooden craft that feels so soft and shines brightly like a diamond. Huge tables and a giant couch, all in pearl black, can be found just before the departure section of the room. The bartender's station was brimming with symmetrical wine glasses. The smell of cocktails and alcohol has stuck within my nose, giving the location an unmistakable sense. The light-colored lights have transformed into disco balls with rainbow-colored lights. What makes the space more dynamic and pleasurable is the presence of an individual. It was also it authentic view because of the almost-dim lighting that carries a warm atmosphere.
People simply wanted to have a good time and forget about the harsh world that exists outside.
For now--- I just wanted to be drunk.
I don't what gotten to my wife, Amelie, why so suddenly she became like this to me. Why she was treating me like this.
She treated me like shit!
My whole life, I met a young beautiful, and kind woman. I never imagine that she could be like this, a cold, arrogant woman. The kind and sweet woman I've known was now gone, it was like it faded away, or it was somehow just hidden inside of her?
I felt like trash being with her.
One of the bartenders approached me and said, "Excuse me, sir, what can I offer you for tonight?"
I was unfamiliar with the drinks because I was new to the area. I cast my gaze across the room, looking for beverages that are both excellent and high in alcohol. A picture was posted on the wall and the name of the drinks was shown above. My eyes were hooked on the glass with ice over a drink that seemed like it came from the Caribbean Ocean, and it was blue. The glass is encased in crystal-like salt on the top. That makes my mouth water.
"Blue Margarita. Please!" I ordered the bartender.
The name of the drink was on the menu so I just said that and ordered it.
In a few minutes, he brings me the drink that I ordered.
Just like the picture above the texture of the drink was blue crystalline, with the lemon on the top of it was like design, the texture was great, I took a sip and was amazed it taste so great, that every sip of it taste amazing. It was also a high tolerance of alcohol that can make me immediately drunk but, I dont mind.
I just wanna enjoy the night.
As I drink a lot of girls started to flirt with me. I said NO and showed them my ring, I just gave them some money to leave me alone. I dont wanna touch some woman rather than my wife Amelia, even if she was like that, I love her.
I dont wanna do that awful thing to her even was rude and cold toward me. It doesn't matter how she treats me. As long as I am married to her, I won't cheat, even if I had a million reasons.
She was the girl that I've been dreaming of for the past 5 years, and now that I am one year married to her, I won't let that chance slip, I would try harder and harder until she can learn to love me. I know it would take some time, because she still didn't move on from Blaike, from her former past love, but I didn't care, as long as she was married to me. I would make everything to make her feel loved and cared for. I would do every single effort that a woman's heart would melt and make her gonna love me even one little bit.
"One more," I said as the bartender take my order.
It was now my 5th alcohol so I was now feeling a bit dizzy. But I can still handle the drink I wanted to be drunk until I can't even walk on my own. I wanted to enjoy the night and leave the stress that happened earlier.
"Here you go! Sir," the bartender stated as he handed me my Blue Margarita drink.
"Thank you!" I replied then smiled at him.
I took a sip it has been the same taste, the texture was still the same, and the presentation of the drink never change even a little bit. I am amazed at how great the bartender was to make the same drink look like, he never fail to impress me, every time I took my order from him.
It is been hours since I started drinking. Right now!
I was drunk at this moment.