Alex's POV

I bend over and kiss Kally tenderly on her lips, then pulled away because if I didn't I wouldn't make it to work today. With our foreheads together we look in each other's eyes and smile.

"Do you really have to go?" she whispered as she pouted. Her hands holding tight to my grey tie.

I give her a quick kiss and remove her hands from my tie. "Yes, I do. I wish I can stay here all day like yesterday but I do have to work."

"But you never complained about not going to work yesterday, in fact, you were begging me to stay in bed." I smile as her words. I was indeed begging her. How can I resist her? She's beautiful and sexy and she has my senses on alert. I needed to stay in bed to satisfy all the dirty desires that were in my head and make them come real.

"Yes, you are indeed correct. How could I leave the bed when you obviously placed some curse on me? The first curse was for me falling madly, deeply and truly in love with you. The second well is for bewitching me, I can't seem to get you out of my system." I admit. Never in all my life, I've never been this smitten by a woman and this specific woman got me head over heels in love. There Is not one day that she's not on my mind. Damn! Not one moment. It's like she's cast a spell on me.

"Then don't, I don't want to be out of your system. Yes, you can say I did cast a spell. Witches do come with red hairs, although mine is dyed black, I'm a natural redhead. Maybe I did cast a spell and you know what?" she leaned closer to me. "I'm not going to stop that spell."

I laugh, "I don't want you to."

She smiled. "Good."

"Darling I still need to go to work though. If I don't work I can't keep this luxurious lifestyle."

She shakes her head. "We don't have to live luxurious, as long as we are together, I'm okay."

"Me too but for you to be happy I need to buy you diamonds, gold, pearls, emeralds, jades; anything you like."

"What I like, no, love is right in front of me. You are what I need and only you." She stated. I have everything confident that she loves me with everything she's got, just like I love her. I love her, too much to not think about life without her. I'd probably die.

"But, I still need to work."

She sighs. "I'm not going to stop until I've won so go ahead, go to work. I'll be right here waiting for you."

"Oh, you're so sweet," I said and she smiled.

"Go before I come for you."

I lift my hands in surrender, "Okay, okay!" I start walking to the bedroom door then I turn around and smile. "I love you. See you at five."

"Love you too," she shouted after me. I smiled and closed the bedroom door.

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I look at my watch for the fifth time since evening. It's fifteen minutes to three. Although I didn't leave work until five I'm dying to go home to see my princess. I miss her already. It's funny how I reached from disliking her to madly loving her.

I look down at my desk. It was covered with many paper works and documents that was waiting to have my signature on it. My laptop desktop was open on a Microsoft Office to a presentation that I needed to make tomorrow for an important meeting. I ran my hands through my hair and sigh. All this can be done tomorrow, I need to go home and see my baby, my love.

I stood up from the leather seat then grabbed my car keys from my desk. I took up my briefcase and walked out of the office and straight to the elevator. I need to see my baby because I'm missing her like crazy. When the elevator reached the parking lot, I quickly walk to my car. I open the door and place the briefcase on the passenger seat then place the key in the ignition. I'm going home to my baby.

After fifteen minutes through the busy traffic, I am finally home. I open the door to my condo.

"Honey, I'm home." I got no response so I place the keys on the hook that is on the wall and started to loosen my tie. "Honey, Where are you, sweetheart?" I walked around until I reach the living hall. As I spot her a smile immediately came to my face but soon disappear when I notice her, her face was red and puffy and she was crying. I quickly ran to her side to know what was wrong.

I bend on my knees to her level, I cup her hands in my palm. "What's wrong, my love?"

She stayed silent but the tears still falling. "Tell me, darling. Why are you crying? Did something bad happen? Hmm, love. What happened?" I looked at her distress face. I don't like to see her looking this sad at all. I really want to know what's wrong but she refused to tell me. I don't know what to do to make her stop crying. Seeing her cry makes me want to cry too. It hurts.

"Please tell me what's wrong, Seeing you like this hurts me, please why are you crying? Did something bad happen while I was gone?" I look at her pleading for a reply. Neither was she answering but she wasn't looking at me either, although my hands were cupping her face, her eyes were looking somewhere else. She was avoiding my gaze.

"Please, Please tell me," I beg. I need to know who made her cry so I can show them a piece of me.

"I remember." She finally spoke, her voice barely audible.

"What exactly do you remember?" I asked, my voice a little shaky.

"Everything." I look at her and slowly release my hands from her cheeks. She remembers being hurt by me. She remembers, of course, she does! I knew that this moment would come but this isn't how I had imagined it. I imagine her smiling, not crying.

"What now?" I spoke not really knowing what else to say. What now? "Where do we go from here?"

"Nowhere."

I raised my brows. "What do you mean?" I swallowed. What exactly does she mean?

She sighed then after a couple of seconds after she took a deep breath. "We're not going anywhere because I'm leaving. I can't stay with you after you've hurt me so much."

I look at her shock, "No."

She got up from the chair and moved away from me. I got up after her. No, she wasn't leaving her.

"No, You're not leaving me. You love me as I love you."

"No, Alex. You've hurt me too much, I can't stay. I have to leave."

I walked to where she was and held her soft hands in mine. "Please don't," my voice whimpered.

"I have to. You know you I felt being thrown off of someone's house. How it feels to have that one person you love throwing a loaded suitcase at you? I sprained my foot, it stayed like that for over two weeks. Do you know how it feels to walk on a road with a suitcase? Do you know how it feels to have a migraine for days because you were up crying? Do you know it feels to cry yourself to sleep every night because the person you love doesn't trust you? Do you know how it felt when you hurt me? Do you know how it feels to keep getting hurt by persons who you love? Well, let me tell you. It hurts, it hurts like hell."

Her tears running down her cheeks with shame and so were mine. I know that I hurt her, I know.

"I know that I've hurt you but please, please, please forgive me."

"I don't think I can forgive you. I've been hurt too much to have myself being hurt one more time."

"But I promise I won't hurt you. I won't, I love you. You are my heart. Why can't you see that? I'll never hurt you again. I love you with every fibre of my being." I used the back of my hands to wipe my tears. She needs to see that she is my one true love, my only love. "Please. Please, we'll get married and we'll raise our babies at home in LA. Just please forgive me."

"I can't." she looked down.

"Please," I shout and plea at the same time. "You promised. You promise you'll never leave me then don't. Keep your promise."

We walked to the direction of the door. "A promise is a comfort to a fool"

I sigh and look at her, not knowing what to really say.

"My sister and Santiago will get my bags for me"

"So you're telling me you forgave her but not me."

"She's my sister, my twin sister. We're bond for life. We are all imperfect and we make mistakes. She made a mistake."

"So did I and I'm begging you to forgive me for it."

"I'm sorry, but I can't. I just can't. Goodbye Alexander." She walked to the direction of the door. I heard it open close. I stood there waiting, maybe waiting for it to be open but I never did.

So this is what it feels to have your heartbroken.

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I brought the glass of Vodka mixed with Campari to my nose then to my lips and drank it all at once. The strong liquids made me cough.

I lifted the glass so the waiter to see, "Same,"

He took the glass out of my hands and start serving me. I saw movement on the seat beside me, I didn't bother to look. I knew it was a woman. I could smell the strong scent of her perfume. I could also smell the strong liquor in my breath, but I don't care. Drinking makes me get high and forget about the pain I'm feeling in my heart. The pain of loneliness, the pain of heartbreak. My failed attempts to woo her. I did everything in the book. I brought her on romantic dates, we had ice-cream, we talked, we bond but all I did made no difference because she still didn't stay. She didn't stay with me. Maybe her love wasn't strong enough, at least not strong as mine.

I never expect her to leave the way she did. I never expect her to call me a fool. She was right. I'm a fool. I made her promise me to never leave me, maybe if I didn't insist on all those promises maybe she wouldn't feel forced to love me in return. She never forced me to love her it just came naturally. I didn't even realize that was falling until it was too late.

It's funny how we didn't have a good start, neither did we have a good end. we are just two broken hearts, one who hurt and one who can't forget the hurt.

The waiter handed me the glass and I immediately drink it. I place the glass on the counter and bend my head to think.

"How much has he drunk since he got here?" a female voice said beside me, the same woman who sat earlier.

"About eight rounds." The bartender replied.

"Kevin!, Don't you think that's too much. Who's is he going to drive to get home."

"Helen, I can't tell the customers what to buy and how much to buy it. I'm running a business here. Without men like him, we'd never make a profit." I pick up that the bartender Kevin was talking about me, either about my wealth or my almost drunkenness.

"Okay, fine." after seconds she came over to me.

She pats me on the shoulder but I didn't say a word, too tipsy to do anything.

"Who is she?" she asked.

I turn slightly to look at her, wondering how she knew that I was here because of a girl.

She saw my expression so she answers. "I'm a therapist. I know those things. So tell me what happened."

I sigh, for some odd reason, I found myself telling her my story. After talking around the bar counter of more than twenty minutes, we continue to speak.

"She left me. She felt me after all the things I did to convince her that I love her. She still left me." I cried on her shoulder.

"Shh..it's going to be alright. She's not worth it. She's not."

I sigh and look at the woman speaking to me. "She is."

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