He Broke My Heart, I Broke His Rules

"K-Karina, I can explain."

I looked at him, tears almost blinding my vision as different emotions coursed through me. My heart hurts so much that I can feel the air in my lungs not moving.

Unable to handle looking at him any longer, I turned and made my way out of the Hotel. I can hear him calling out to me, but that's not my problem right now. I can't breathe; my ears are ringing.

I need air, I can't breathe, I have to breathe.

"Karina, wait, just listen to me, please, baby."

I struggled to find my keys in my bag while I was on the verge of hyperventilating.

Jayden caught up with me. He stopped my frantic efforts to search through my bag.

I felt my skin crawl where his hand touched, so I snatched my hand forcefully away from his.

"Please, Karina, I can ex-"

"There is nothing left to explain. I get it, my trust, my heart, my feelings, none of these ever mattered to you. To you, I am probably just another one of your girls, so you don't owe me any explanation. Honestly, I understand. So, from now on, let us have nothing to do with each other again. Thank you for your hard work."

With that, I entered my car and drove off.

I couldn't help the tears as they came pouring down in torrents.

I am choking on my sobs.

It hurts so much, my chest hurts a lot.

But why does it hurt? I expected it, I mean, that's freaking Jayden Calisto. Every girl wants a piece of him, so why did I think I was special when he asked me out personally? I'm such a fool to think I'd be different.

How did my life end up like this?

3 hours ago...................

Saturday, a day meant for rest and doing absolutely nothing, just my bed and me. I finally found the book I've been searching for, Twisted Love by Ana Huang. I am obsessed with this series, I've been seeing it everywhere, and I am going to spend my weekend reading till I reach the last book.

My phone suddenly lit up, and a notification appeared, but the strange thing about it was that it came from an unknown number.

That's odd.

I opened the message. Scanning through it lazily, until a familiar name was mentioned, I took it seriously.

Huh?

Marley's hotel, room number 314. You will find your boyfriend

It's the weekend, what is my business with what my boyfriend is doing at a five-star hotel? He's probably partying with his friends or something.

I threw my phone down and opened my book to begin my reading, but I couldn't help my mind wander back to the message. I mean, I trust my boyfriend obviously, but something about the message doesn't sit well with me.

And that's how I found myself standing in front of the hotel's reception. What do I say if I end up running into