An unfinished story... Chapter 2

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DING

Mira was woken up by the buzzing of her phone.

She groaned, disoriented. Her mouth was dry. Her heart thumped in that off-rhythm way it always did after too many drinks. Her head buzzing. OMG why did I drink this much …AGAIN? She squinted against the sharp glow of her phone screen.

3:11 a.m.

She frantically looked around to make sure she was home. The alcohol was making everything fuzzy. What happened tonight already was seeming like a distant memory. UGH. Why am i not on the phone with Adrian?

Another DING.

Her blurry vision caught the preview of a text. Not from Adrian.

Unknown number.

“Hey Adrian 🧡 Seems like you forgot your wallet at the bar….

Her thumb hovered, frozen.

Orange heart.

That hurt. So he was with someone? The rest of the hangover faded into something else entirely. She sat up slowly, hands shaking a little bit, her brain piecing it together.

He gave someone my number. Another woman.

Their little pact. Their weird little inside joke.

Leave each other’s number when you “vibe” with someone, so you never cross the line. When they joked around and made the pact, she never thought it would actually happen.

This was too real.

And wait…. Why the hell did this girl have his wallet?

She hesitated. Her heart dropped into her stomach. Some part of her didn’t want to know what it said. But her curiosity got the best of her.

“Hey Adrian 🧡 Seems like you forgot your wallet at the bar. I have it. Is there a way I can bring it back to you?
- ‘Lady’
JK it’s Rose 🌹”

EXCUSE ME?

Mira's head was pounding. She couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the blood rushing to her brain. Anger. Jealousy. Disbelief. She felt a pang in her heart so strong she couldn't breathe. Too much. She knew she shouldn’t be replying to this. Not in the state she was in. But before she knew it, her fingers betrayed her.

“You have his wallet. You have his address. You can figure it out with him.”

She hit send. Adrian’s name flashed on the screen.

Incoming call.

She declined it.

Twice.

Then a text from him buzzed through:

“Are you okay? I’ve been trying to reach you.”

She ignored it.

Another text:

“Rose messaged you, didn’t she? Babe, I swear it’s nothing. Just some chick at the bar. She was drunk and clingy. I told her no. I left.”

Mira stared at the screen. Her emotions were clear now. Her anger wasn’t just about some girl texting a number she thought belonged to a guy she met at a bar. It was the way she did it. The flirty tone. The little jk.. The orange heart. The goddamn orange heart! That one stung the most. It was as if she thought she already had a place. Like she didn’t need permission to text him.

She didn’t know she was texting Mira. But somehow… that made it worse. It almost felt like a betrayal. From Adrian.

Again, before she could stop herself, Mira’s anger got the best of her. She copied the number from the unknown message and dropped it into a new text.

“Here’s the number for your lil b*tch you met last night. She has your wallet. I hope she was worth it. And tell her to stop texting me.”

Sent. To Adrian.

She didn’t care if it was childish. She just couldn’t stand that he actually went through with it. Mira turned off her phone, slammed her head on the pillow to suppress a groan and forced herself back to sleep.

Meanwhile…

Rose sat on a custom Italian leather sectional. Ash gray, low-slung, and angular, like something pulled from a museum exhibit. Her legs were tucked beneath her, perfectly still, one manicured hand cradling a glass of deep red wine. Imported through a friend of a friend.

The apartment was silent. Everything inside it screamed luxury.

The walls were lined with minimalist, expensive modern art, a fractured sculpture on a pedestal in the corner, and one massive black canvas hanging above the fireplace. It looked like nothing and everything all at once. She loved that canvas. It felt like... her.

Dim floor lights washed the marble floors in warm gold, throwing soft shadows against sharp architectural lines. Everything in the apartment felt intentional. Matte-black fixtures, glass, stone, steel. Upscale in a way that didn’t ask to be admired. The kind of place that looked staged for a movie set.

But it wasn’t.

It was her place.

She didn’t live ‘ordinary’. Not anymore. But her mind drifted. She didn't wanna think about her old life. Her old self. Who she used to be. Where she came from... She didn't want to remember. Especially not tonight. Tonight, her mind was set on one thing... a certain someone.

In front of her, a black stone coffee table sat perfectly bare except for a few things... her fancy bottle of wine, a single red rose and her laptop. The screen cast a cool blue glow across her bare legs as she watched something pulse quietly on the display.

A digital map.

And a blinking blue dot. In Phoenix, AZ.

It hadn’t moved in twenty minutes. Just kept pulsing like a little heartbeat. A little label next to the dot read “Adrian 🧡”.

Her gaze drifted to the wallet placed neatly beside the laptop, aligned just enough to look deliberate. She leaned forward, fingertips brushing the stitching, slow and precise; like she was tracing a puzzle piece she already knew belonged to her.

She took another sip of her wine and checked her phone. Nothing yet. Rose knew she wouldn't get a reply. She knew it wasn't his number. And yeah, she had a pretty good idea of who the number belonged to. It's why she made sure to write her text the way she did. Everything she does is intentional. She makes sure of that.

That's part of what she found so intriguing about Adrian. He's not ordinary. He held secrets behind those hazel eyes. Just. Like. Her. She needed to know all of him. It was a craving she couldn't quite explain yet. But she didn't care. She knew he would be worth it. So she waited. Because people like him? They like to play.

Game on. Adrian. "🧡"

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