Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

I waited alone in the room. I had thought tonight would be fun with Laird before we went to the restaurant. But reality struck; we ended up arguing, and now Laird has gone out to smoke while I finish getting ready.

I wore a knee-length red dress with a low neckline and black high-heeled shoes. My hair was curled into sexy waves using a curling iron, quite different from my usual straight look. My lips were rosy, and my makeup was flawless.

It was silly of me to think tonight would be enjoyable. Honestly, I didn’t expect Laird to become so jealous, especially of Alan. This was the first time a man had been so possessive of me. It made me happy in a way, but I didn’t like it if Laird became furious.

A notification beeped. It was Laird’s message. I swallowed nervously, afraid he might cancel our dinner plans.

‘I’m in the lobby. Come down.’

Oh, thank goodness.

With that message, I grabbed my small black purse. I sprayed perfume on my wrists two more times before heading down to the lobby.

When I arrived in the lobby, I easily spotted Laird sitting on one of the single sofas. As our eyes met, he immediately rose from the sofa. He looked very handsome in a white t-shirt, jeans, and a black leather jacket.

I made my way across the lobby, my heels clicking, to approach him. A slight breeze swept through as the hotel lobby doors opened. As Laird looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes, I felt the world slow down. Step by step, my only destination right now was Laird Evans.

“Hey,” I said awkwardly when I reached him.

“Hey,” he replied awkwardly.

His hair was slightly tousled naturally. The scent of tobacco mixed with his favorite sandalwood cologne. His bright green eyes gazed deeply into mine as we searched for the right words to make up.

“You look stunning tonight,” he praised me softly.

“But you hate me because of my mistake with Alan,” I retorted softly.

“What else can I do? Jealousy consumes me, Fenella. Alan must be curious to taste you, just like all the men here who’ve been drooling over you,” he said, raising his chin.

I glanced around and saw several men openly staring at me. Their seductive gazes felt intense, and I shook my head.

“No one matters except you, Mr. Evans,” I said, embracing his arm.

“Yeah,” he muttered softly.

He cupped my cheek and kissed me on the lips in public. His tongue was aggressive, claiming my lips and tongue. It seemed like he wanted to show all the men in the hotel lobby that I belonged to him.

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We arrived at a famous restaurant in the Juarez area of Mexico City. The restaurant was unique and unlike any I had visited in New York or elsewhere. It turned out to be somewhat secluded from the main street.

“Wow. This is really beautiful,” I murmured, tilting my head up to take in the atmosphere and the decor of the restaurant.

Its walls were made of natural stones, crafted to resemble a sand-colored clay cave. Tall trees grew in the restaurant’s side yard, creating a refreshing outdoor area. We found ourselves in a corner of the restaurant, dimly candle-lit with a very romantic ambiance.

“This is amazing,” I said with a broad smile.

I looked at Laird, and it turned out he had already been looking at me. His gaze was fixed on me, and he smiled.

“I’m glad you like it,” said Laird, guiding me to sit next to him.

Dinner, with a mix of Mexican and Mediterranean cuisine, was delicious. I couldn’t pronounce most of the dishes correctly, but the restaurant’s waiter patiently helped me mimic their pronunciation. One thing was certain: the food we ordered was incredibly delicious. Not to mention the brilliantly made cocktails.

Overall, I felt that tonight was very enjoyable. Laird and I easily made up. A few pecks on the lips, and we were back to cuddle on the comfortable sofa chairs.

“I’m glad we didn’t miss out on this restaurant,” I said, stroking Laird’s neck gently.

“Yeah. We still have many places to sightsee tomorrow,” Laird said, stroking my crossed thigh over my other knee.

“Uh-huh. Did you end up booking the private tour car you mentioned yesterday?”

“Yes, for two people. The driver will pick us up in the lobby at 7 a. m.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to explore together. Let’s make sure to take lots of photos. Later, we can share them on social media. I also shared the bouquet of flowers you gave me on my social media and got a lot of positive responses.” I opened my phone and showed Laird my social media page.

“You didn’t tag my name, right?” he double-checked.

“No,” I reassured him.

Laird had made it clear he didn’t want the spotlight of fame. As a result, I never mentioned his name on social media. My followers only knew I had a boyfriend, but they didn’t know who, despite their begging.

“Look, your name isn’t on it.” I pointed out the photo of the bouquet of flowers from this afternoon.

He glanced briefly at the photo, but suddenly my phone screen changed in an instant. A phone call from Alan, and it immediately messed everything up again.

“Ugh, damn it. What does he want now?” He grumbled irritably.

“Hey, it’s okay. I won’t answer it. He won’t bother us.” I hurriedly tried to calm him down and put my phone back in my bag.

Oh no. I only turned off the ringtone on his phone without rejecting or accepting his call.

I didn’t want us to argue again. Not for tonight, at least until we return to New York and beyond. I really wanted to enjoy our vacation in Mexico.

I straightened up from leaning on Laird and picked up my cocktail again. One quick sip to calm down, but my phone rang again from Alan’s call.

“Just answer it or turn off your phone,” he said coldly to me.

“I won’t pick it up,” I replied as I silenced his phone again.

“Fenella, he keeps calling,” he grumbled angrily.

“Ugh, I’ll just turn off my phone.” I sighed in frustration.

Just before I declined Alan’s call, his call stopped. Then, this time, a short message came in from Alan.

‘Where are you? Why didn’t you come to the after party?’

‘Pick up my phone and let’s talk.’

“He keeps pushing,” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.