I shouldn't have visited that nightclub on my 22nd birthday. Just to see my crush of 3 years as he came back to the city just after 3 years. But who knew he was just another playboy who wanted to have some fun with me because he thought my little crush on him would make me bend into his other one-night stand. 

It was all going as he planned until he crossed paths with the man I fell head over heels for. The man who was the real gamer that night. The man who came for me that night. Yes, for me. 

I was just a part of his sick plan. He knew every single thing about me and I? I hadn’t even met him in real life. Let alone the thought of spending months in his penthouse.

He knew my darkest fear. My darkest secret that I had never shared with anyone, but this fucker knew it. And here? Here I was unaware of all of this while pretending to be in a relationship with him. A fake relationship where we both agreed to help each other but in front of the whole world he was just my boss. 

It was going smoothly according to his plan until one day we came to an end of our agreement and he confessed all of sins under the rain that night while embarrassing me in his arms as if I were his life. 

Regardless of all of the mess, I committed a sin. A sin that fucked my life. A sin that nearly killed my soul and still, I do not regret it even a bit. 

I fell in love with him. 

Yes I fell in love with my own sinner. How could I be so dumb that I didn't see it coming from anywhere? Maybe it was his one courtesy of fake caring for me. Maybe the way he used to look at me or maybe the way he used to help me out of every mess I made. Or maybe the way he held me when I fell apart in front of him and under him. Each vulnerable side of me was witnessed by only him in this world.

But he let me go. He left me like a used can thinking of me as a pawn in his filthy chess game. 

My dream of becoming a fashion designer was shattered that night. It was not just a dream, it was my favourite hobby and my path to escape reality. My path of not taking fake validation from this soapy world.

Now I'm left with nothing but a bruised heart. And a body that is soon going to marry some other.

But do I care? I can’t put it into phrases. 

The only thought I have in my mind right now is that I will not be able to see him again in my life even if he hadn't shown his face for months. 

Maybe this is how I can forget him. But the moment those hazel eyes met my brown pairs again I felt the same havoc in my shattered heart that I felt when he left me. 

He is here again. To show his filthy face?