"Woah!" I shouted in the air as I moved my hands and body to the beat of the music. I had to stop dancing every now and then to have a drink or two and it was fun. Drake was just staring at me as I do those things. He never dared to stop since he knew that I would be unstoppable. It was his fault anyway; he told me to be here and have fun. I kept on dancing like there's no tomorrow while I laughed at everyone around. People were dancing and I joined them in the rhythm that they made. I didn't know much of the people here but that isn't a big deal. All of us here just want to have a good time and it's not important whether we know each other or not. All that matters is that we are having a blast with each other even though we were barely friends.
I saw Drake coming my way from where he was standing. He didn't dance with me and just watched me. My vision was starting to get blurry and I felt dizzier and dizzier but I could still manage. I could still dance and I am not planning on stopping anytime soon.
Drake held my hand and whispered in my ear. "You're drunk; I'll walk to your room now."
I held my hand up to his face and shook my head. What is his problem? Why does he want me to leave this wonderful party? "No, I'm fine," I said. "I still want to dance, Drake. Come on; dance with me."
"I think you're done for the night, Camierre," He said.
"Wow and here I thought you call me Miss Camierre," I said. "Come on; let's dance now don't be such a softie." I pulled him into the dance floor and held his hand high in the air. "Don't you know how to dance?"
"You're drunk," He said. "Let's get you to your room before your husband gets in here and see you like this."
"So what if he sees me here? He cannot do anything about it, okay? I am having fun! Why are you being so grumpy?" I said. "If you're worried that he's going to do something to you just because you brought me in here, then don't be. He won't even know that I'm here. I told you; he's busy."
"I'm not," He said. "I just don't want you to do something stupid tonight. I know that you two fought and you're hurt but that doesn't mean that you can do anything that you'll eventually regret tomorrow."
"I won't do anything stupid, okay? I'm just dancing. Come on!" I said and threw my hands in the air. "This is me having fun!"
"Alright," He said and danced with me. That's way better than him telling me to go to my room. Besides, I don't want to be in my room tonight. I don't know if Wade is there but what I do know is that I don't want to see him. I hate him! And that brute didn't even look for me. He might be in that woman's room and do here until he's satisfied. The thought of him being with another woman on the bed makes my heart sank. He's not here yet. He didn't even look for me. If he really wanted to see me, he would find me easily. I'm just here and this resort is not that big. I shook my head. I shouldn't hope that he would look for me. He's busy with that woman and he totally forgot about me. What a jerk! That thought made me mad and so I let all my frustrations out. I screamed and danced and drink as many as I wanted. I was dizzy and I think that I cannot manage anymore. My vision was totally blurry and I could barely hear the people around. It was like I was in a different dimension from them. I think I was about to pass out when I felt someone holding me in my waist to keep me in this place. I looked up and saw Wade. Am I just hallucinating? I laughed. Yes, of course, I am. He can't be here. He's with that woman and they're probably in her room doing God knows what. I laughed bitterly. Since when did I become so pitiful? Why can't the man I love reciprocate my love for him? Why does he have to hurt me over and over again?
"You're drunk," He said. "Let's get you to our room."
"Oh, you even have the same voice with that brute," I murmured and laughed at the same time.
"What?" He said as he held me steadily.
"Nothing," I said and laughed. "Come on; you're done for the night." He said and I looked up to him. I could still see Wade's face and his usual annoyed reaction. You're not real, I thought to myself. You can't be.
"Why does everybody tells me that?" I said. "I still want to have fun;" I moved my body to the beat of the music and held my hands up in the air once again."
I could still picture in my mind how that woman touched Wade and how her eyes glimmer every time she smiles at him. I wonder who she is in her life; is he a past lover or just a current fling? I don't know what to think. All I know is that it hurts seeing him with another woman and the fact that I can't do anything about it at all. I could just turn my back on him and pretend like I am not affected.
This night was supposed to be a night for both of us; to talk about our issues and settle things but that didn't happen because he got distracted by that woman. I thought that tonight will be the night that he could explain things to me and we could deal with what happened but no, he chose to be with that woman and forgot that I was there with him. How painful could that be? Very, very painful, as if a knife was pushed through your heart. It's something that you wouldn't want to experience yourself.
"Why are you so hardheaded?" The man said again. Why does this man look like Wade? He's not here; he's just a part of my imagination and a result of me being drunk. I was shocked when the man suddenly scooped me up and carried me in a bridal style as he made his way out of there. I don't know what was going on but I could hear people around talking. The music was off and everyone seemed to have calmed down.
"Oh my God! It's the first time that I have seen him up close and he really is the hottest businessman in town!" I heard a woman said.
"Yeah, men just like Wade Harris is my ideal man now," Another said. "Look at how sweet he is as he carried his wife."
WHAT THE HELL?! Wade? His wife? What does that mean? I turned to the man who was carrying me and I see Wade's serious face. So this is real?