Your confidence was one of the things Kingston adored about you. He thought falling for your beauty was the easiest thing to do, that every man would succumb to your beauty if they were given the chance to lay eyes on you. Kingston wasnât one to choose the easy path. A fool could see your beauty, a man could meet you again and again, and appreciate the way you viewed the world, your wits, and your humor. Your ex lover admired everything about you, and that certainly was why he admitted to love you just this one time. You were a wonder, you fascinated him. No woman had ever fascinated him, and yet you managed to do just that. It was hard, to admit that you were in love with someone who could never live with you the life you wanted for you both. But how could he live with such a big untold secret ? He couldnât, so he shared it, to his great demise.
That night, when you eventually left the apartment, and Kingston alone in the living room, he cried, and yelled. Just this one time, he let the emotions overcome him, to never shed a tear again after that. He still had the smell of your skin on his, he still remembered the sensation of your lips against his own, so much so that even a shower didnât rid him of your presence. He was mad, ashamed to have put his trust in you, to have confessed feelings which you never wanted. For once, someone had managed to destroy his pride, and make him feel inferior, vulnerable. He thought he could be vulnerable with you, and you had punished him for it. That was the biggest slap the universe could have given him. He was so mad, yet so madly in love with the woman who rejected him. Even tonight, when he saw you again in that godforsaken dress, he felt like a damn fool. How could you have such a hold on him still ? He wanted to make you pay, but didnât want to give you the opportunity to return the favor, as of Kingston could control that, as if the mere sight of you didnât take him back to this apartment, only lit by the city lights beneath you. All was perfect, and all was ruined. By your hand.
Kingston may well be angry, but seeing you acting all sappy with your husband made him want to puke. That same man you cussed while drinking a glass of wine, wrapped up in the sheets you had just passionately creased with another man. Kingston couldnât bear it. You two were well aware of the game youâd started to play the minute you said hello. In a sick kind of way, Kingston felt pleasure in knowing you were as hurt as he was. Maybe, just maybe, you regretted what you did to your perfect love story. Maybe he could punish you too, with Daniela. He was angry, he was sickened by your behavior tonight, but at least, he had your attention.
Of course, at one point, it became too much. He was inches away from that hand he craved to hold, seconds away from this waist he wanted to embrace, and yet you felt so far away. The game you two played, Kingston didnât want to continue anymore. He had enough of Daniela, of Henry, of all the niceties you exchanged and the meaningless conversation about work, or your next summer vacation. He took a second to step away and hope that when heâd come back inside, the sharp pain in his throat would be gone.
You didnât give him the chance to see for himself. Pain came rushing back to him when he heard your voice behind him, and he froze still hands in his pockets. Almost instantly, a smile appeared on his face. He had to look happy, didnât he ?
âYes. A lot of people, and a lot of noise, you know.â You were so awkward. Three months ago, it all came so naturally. Right here and now, he wanted to compliment you, court you like you two didnât know each other, just for fun. God you were magnificent. He was mad, sure, but now that you were alone next to him, all he could think about was that smile, and that voice of yours. Now that you were here, with noone else beside the two of you on that balcony, he wanted to pull you closer, and enjoy that burning desire for a second, before heading back inside. To have that adrenaline rush, to agree on an hour you two could meet at the apartment, once Henry would be asleep.
But he couldnât, and didnât want to give in to his desires. He kept a happy face, and let you talk. âYes, Daniela is amazing. Weâre amazing. My family loves her.â He knew that one would sting, and kept going. âHenry and you definitely got the spark going on again. The couple of the night, youâre truly an example, to Dani and I.â Saying that one burned his own tongue as well. â Might as well head back now. We wouldnât want to miss dessert.â He simply said, starting to walk back inside. He did stop, however, when your eyes met. His heart missed a beat, Kingston coughed, and tucked at his tie. He couldnât say anything that wouldnât end in the two of you running into shit again, so he kept quiet.