Chapter Five: Out Of The Blues
Ella’s POV
Keith: How is your neck?
I froze as I tried to grasp the content of his message.
Ella: Fine I guess. I replied but stood up to check. Why was he asking? Did he intentionally bite me? I hurried to the mirror, my reflection staring back at me, revealing a crescent shaped bite mark on my neck. 1 quickly took a photo of it and sent it to Keith with a question mark.
Keith: I am sorry Ella, I couldn’t hold back last night…
Ella: “It was wonderful and don’t worry about my neck. I am sure it will soon disappear”
Keith: Alright, you should get some rest.”
I just dropped the phone on the bed after deleting all Keith’s messages.
I trailed the crescent shape on my neck, the memory of Keith biting me flooded my mind. I lingered at his apology, torn between frustration and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
There was no denying that last night had been incredible but this mark felt like something deeper, something I wasn’t ready to acknowledge,
I pushed the feeling of loss that crawled in my stomach, I had made up my mind, it was a one time thing, a wild night that I’d left behind. Keith now belongs in my past.
I borrowed Nancy’s foundation and spent the next ten minutes meticulously covering the love bites scattered across my body, especially the one on my neck. It took layers of concealer to mask that crescent–shaped mark, but I eventually managed to make it look less noticeable. By the time I was done, I felt like I’d hidden more than just the marks–I’d buried everything about last night deep inside.
Three days passed, and every morning I’d check the mirror, hoping the bite mark would fade, But it didn’t. If anything, it seemed more permanent, more real than before. Frustrated and tired of trying to cover it up, I made a decision.
An hour later, I left the “tattoo” shop with a small, moon–shaped tattoo on my neck, right where Keith’s mark had been. The decision suddenly felt like taking control of something–turning what had been a fleeting moment into something I could own,
But that satisfaction wasn’t long–lasting with another troubling situation rising up. Dorian would be back from his business trip today, and I still hadn’t figured out what I was going to say to him. When I called to ask what time he’d be back, his voice sounded tense, almost distracted. He told me he’d be home late, claiming work had come up.
But I wasn’t stupid. I could hear a woman’s voice in the background, and it wasn’t hard to guess what was really going on.
Another lie. Another betrayal. I didn’t bother asking more questions What was the point?
I hung up and finished packing up at work, deciding I needed something to take my mind off things. The thought of going home to an empty apartment, waiting for Dorian, made me feel sick. Instead, I headed to my favourite Spanish beer restaurant, hoping the familiar place would offer some comfort.
I walked into the warm smell of tapas and the clinking of glasses everywhere I turned. It temporarily distracted me from my thoughts and all I needed to do now was find a spot to sit. The dining area was usually the best so I walked in that direction. I shouldn’t have though because the sight before was a thousand reasons why. My heart dropped.
There, in the middle of the room, was Dorian. And sitting across from him was his secretary, Jessica.
They looked cozy, sharing a plate of food and laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. My feet moved on their own, leading me to a secluded corner where I could watch without being seen.
I ordered a beer, my eyes never leaving the two of them. I’d asked Dorian so many times to come to this restaurant with me, but he’d always refused, saying he didn’t like Spanish food. And yet here he was, enjoying it with someone else.
I took a sip of my drink, bitterness coating my tongue. I glanced at Jessica, with her boobs more fuller and voluptuous, her butt rounded.
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lifted and sculpted to perfection. Oh and her lips were not left out of her fake looks, it was luscious, curved in a fake smile. All evidence of a plastic job she had done to look perfect like a baby doll–something Dorian had always claimed to despise. He’d told me he loved my genuineness and natural look, that he hated women who were fake. But now, seeing them together, I realized how foolish I’d been to believe him.
They held hands at some point and leaned in for a kiss. Something inside me snapped, almost betraying my strong will. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I was done crying over Dorian. He wasn’t worth it. None of this was worth it.
I turned to fix my eyes on something else for a moment of respite and instead they fixed on someone. A familiar face of four nights ago- Keith had appeared from nowhere. He slid into the seat across from me, a smirk on his face as if he’d known I’d be here.
“You know,” he said casually, “if you’re going to cry next time, you should do it on my bed, not here.”
I stared at him, caught off guard by his sudden appearance and his audacity. I was about to tell him off, to say I didn’t need saving, when he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet.
Before I could protest, he was leading me across the room, straight toward Dorian and Jessica. My heart pounded in my chest, but I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t know if I even wanted to.
Dorian looked up, his eyes widening in shock as he saw us approach.
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“Ella? What are you doing? What are you doing here with him?”
Great. A double.
Keith grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist as if staking his claim. “She is my date for tonight.” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
It felt like the temperature in the room plummeted below freezing. My blood was ice in my veins, and…………..”
Jessica’s hand held Dorian’s arm again.
That bitch!
Dorian’s face twisted with confusion, and I could’ve sworn I heard a low growl coming from him. “He shook off Jessica and took another step closer towards Keith and me. “Ella’s my girlfriend,” he snapped, glaring at Keith. “What the hell are you doing, Keith?”
“Girlfriend?” Keith just raised an eyebrow, pointing at Jessica. “I thought that was your girlfriend sitting there.
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Chapter Five: Out Of The Blues
Ella’s POV
Keith: How is your neck?
I froze as I tried to grasp the content of his message.
Ella: Fine I guess. I replied but stood up to check. Why was he asking? Did he intentionally bite me? I hurried to the mirror, my reflection staring back at me, revealing a crescent shaped bite mark on my neck. I quickly took a photo of it and sent it to Keith with a question mark.
Keith: I am sorry Ella, I couldn’t hold back last night…
Ella: “It was wonderful and don’t worry about my neck. I am sure it will soon disappear”
Keith: Alright, you should get some rest.”
I just dropped the phone on the bed after deleting all Keith’s messages.
I trailed the crescent shape on my neck, the memory of Keith biting me flooded my mind. I lingered at his apology, torn between frustration and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
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There was no denying that last night had been incredible but this mark felt like something deeper, something I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.
I pushed the feeling of loss that crawled in my stomach, I had made up my mind, it was a one time thing, a wild night that I’d left behind. Keith now belongs in my past.
I borrowed Nancy’s foundation and spent the next ten minutes meticulously covering the love bites scattered across my body, especially the one on my neck. It took layers of concealer to mask that crescent–shaped mark, but I eventually managed to make it look less noticeable. By the time I was done, I felt like I’d hidden more than just the marks–I’d buried everything about last night deep inside.
Three days passed, and every morning I’d check the mirror, hoping the bite mark would fade. But it didn’t. If anything, it seemed more permanent, more real than before. Frustrated and tired of trying to cover it up, I made a decision.
An hour later, I left the “tattoo” shop with a small, moon–shaped tattoo on my neck, right where Keith’s mark had been. The decision suddenly felt like taking control of something–turning what had been a fleeting moment into something I could own.
But that satisfaction wasn’t long–lasting with another troubling situation rising up. Dorian would be back from his business trip today, and I still hadn’t figured out what I was going to say to him. When I called to ask what time he’d be back, his voice sounded tense, almost distracted. He told me he’d be home late, claiming work had come up.
But I wasn’t stupid. I could hear a woman’s voice in the background, and it wasn’t hard to guess what was really going on.
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Another lie. Another betrayal. I didn’t bother asking more questions. What was the point?
I hung up and finished packing up at work, deciding I needed something to take my mind off things. The thought of going home to an empty apartment, waiting for Dorian, made me feel sick. Instead, I headed to my favourite Spanish beer restaurant, hoping the familiar place would offer some comfort.
I walked into the warm smell of tapas and the clinking of glasses everywhere I turned. It temporarily distracted me from my thoughts and all I needed to do now was find a spot to sit. The dining area was usually the best so I walked in that direction. I shouldn’t have though because the sight before was a thousand reasons why. My heart dropped.
There, in the middle of the room, was Dorian. And sitting across from him was his secretary, Jessica.
They looked cozy, sharing a plate of food and laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world. I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. My feet moved on their own, leading me to a secluded corner where I could watch without being seen.
I ordered a beer, my eyes never leaving the two of them. I’d asked Dorian so many times to come to this restaurant with me, but he’d always refused, saying he didn’t like Spanish food. And yet here he was, enjoying it with someone else.
I took a sip of my drink, bitterness coating my tongue. I glanced at Jessica, with her boobs more fuller and voluptuous, her butt rounded,
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lifted and sculpted to perfection. Oh and her lips were not left out of her fake looks, it was luscious, curved in a fake smile. All evidence of a plastic job she had done to look perfect like a baby doll–something Dorian had always claimed to despise. He’d told me he loved my genuineness and natural look, that he hated women who were fake. But now, seeing them together, I realized how foolish I’d been to believe him.
They held hands at some point and leaned in for a kiss. Something inside me snapped, almost betraying my strong will. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I was done crying over Dorian. He wasn’t worth it. None of this was worth it.
I turned to fix my eyes on something else for a moment of respite and instead they fixed on someone. A familiar face of four nights ago- Keith had appeared from nowhere. He slid into the seat across from me, a smirk on his face as if he’d known I’d be here.
“You know,” he said casually, “if you’re going to cry next time, you should do it on my bed, not here.”
I stared at him, caught off guard by his sudden appearance and his audacity. I was about to tell him off, to say I didn’t need saving, when he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet.
Before I could protest, he was leading me across the room, straight toward Dorian and Jessica. My heart pounded in my chest, but I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t know if I even wanted to.
Dorian looked up, his eyes widening in shock as he saw us approach.
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“Ella? What are you doing? What are you doing here with him?”
Great. A double.
Keith grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist as if staking his claim. “She is my date for tonight,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
It felt like the temperature in the room plummeted below freezing. My blood was ice in my veins, and……”
Jessica’s hand held Dorian’s arm again.
That bitch!
Dorian’s face twisted with confusion, and I could’ve sworn I heard a low growl coming from him. “He shook off Jessica and took another step closer towards Keith and me. “Ella’s my girlfriend,” he snapped, glaring at Keith. “What the hell are you doing, Keith?”
“Girlfriend?” Keith just raised an eyebrow, pointing at Jessica. “I thought that was your girlfriend sitting there.”
