Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

I sat on the club sofa in the VIP room. My hands still clutched my phone, constantly checking the messaging app on the screen. I repeatedly called Laird and sent him messages, but he didn’t reply to any of them.

‘Have you gone home?’

‘Did you leave me?’

‘Let’s talk first.’

‘Why aren’t you answering my calls?’

My head lay on the table. Jessy sat beside me with Mike. I ignored what they were doing, even though Jessy giggled after being kissed by Mike.

“Aren’t you so funny?” Jessy giggled after their kiss.

“Ugh, can’t you find somewhere more private? I’m sad because of Laird, and you’re all being lovey-dovey! Where’s your empathy?” I asked in an exasperated sigh over the loud music.

After being scolded like that by me, Jessy cleared his throat and moved away from Mike. He shifted closer to me. His hand patted my back, and he began to speak to comfort me.

“Come on, Fenella. Maybe Laird is still driving,” Jessy said to me.

“It’s been almost an hour. Could he still be driving? His apartment is only thirty minutes from the club,” I replied curtly.

“Well, you know how city streets can be really crowded on weekends,” Jessy tried to console me again.

“If it’s crowded, he should still be able to reply to my messages. Besides, it’s past 10 PM; the streets should be starting to clear up,” I said again, annoyed.

Jessy sighed deeply. His shoulders slumped, and he seemed helpless as he saw me start to cry.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Why is it always like this? Even on prom night, he left me alone. Back then, I knew where to chase after him, even if it meant walking barefoot.” I started to cry.

“Now, where should I look for him?” I sobbed, tears wetting my cheeks.

I really don’t understand how the world works. Just when I thought I was reaching the peak of my success, I had to swallow disappointment again. Laird and I seem to have a relationship that keeps spinning in the same direction. When will we finally break free from this vicious circle? Am I going to lose Laird again?

“You know, maybe you shouldn’t chase after him right now. From your story about prom night, it seems Laird is just like most men in this world. We easily say things we don’t really mean when we’re angry,” Jessy advised me.

“So, maybe you shouldn’t chase after him for now. Let his anger subside, let things calm down, let your minds cool down, and then you can ask him to talk again,” Jessy advised me again.

“What if he really leaves me? What if he never wants to meet or talk to me again? What if he kicks me out if I approach his apartment?” I asked amidst tears.

“I don’t think he would do that. I think he really likes you and is willing to sacrifice for your sake. So, I think he’s just momentarily angry because he’s jealous,” Jessy said.

“How can you be so sure? You don’t know him at all,” I retorted to Jessy.

Jessy fell silent for quite a while. After muttering and appearing restless, he finally sighed, as if giving up. Several times, he rubbed his face, then silenced his mouth with his hand.

“I do know him, Fenella. After what happened tonight, I’m very confident in my analysis,” Jessy said.

“He knew about your performance even before you told him.” He squeaked.

“What do you mean?” I asked as I began to raise my head again, even though I was crying.

“Um… I accidentally mentioned a little about your performance with Alan when you went to meet Oscar. Please don’t be angry with me,” Jessy hurriedly finished his sentence. He grimaced in fear.

“What? So, he deliberately left me and played with Kiara because he knew I would perform with Alan.” I asked.

“Yes. So, I had to tell him about the spontaneity issue for the performance. After hearing that, he asked me to help him too. Then he left, and when you came, he was already playing with the women, including Kiara.”

My mouth gaped as I heard Jessy’s explanation of Laird’s attitude. I immediately squeezed both of Jessy’s arms.

“Tell me clearly. So, you mean he deliberately made me angry to help my scenario go up on stage spontaneously?” I asked, staring intently at Jessy.

“Yes. Then I arranged the technical issues of lights and music when you were arguing earlier. I also told Mike to provoke people to shout the idea of strip dancing.”

“You know, so everything fits with Oscar’s desire for your performance to be spontaneous.” Jessy shrugged.

“Why did you do that? Why did you use him?” I asked Jessy in a high tone.

“Hey, I didn’t use him. He took the initiative to help you.” Jessy retorted indignantly at my accusation.

“Well, did you tell him I would dance sexy with Alan?” I asked.

“Uh, he left in a hurry earlier. So, I didn’t have time to tell him about the contents of your performance,” Jessy said again.

“Ugh, no wonder he was angry! Plus, he didn’t know what kind of dance I would perform with Alan. He must have been even more upset when he realized he helped me do all those erotic dances.”

I groaned in frustration with my head back on the table. My hands weakly pounded the table. No wonder Laird looked so surprised earlier when Alan went on stage. Clearly, he was angry when I danced erotically with Alan.

“But doesn’t that mean it’s a good sign? Doesn’t that mean he really likes you and is jealous of Alan?” Jessy asked.

“Ugh, forget it. This is so messed up,” I groaned in frustration, stomping my feet on the floor and pounding the table wildly.

“What’s wrong, Fenella?”

This time, another man’s voice asked about me. I raised my head and showed my wet cheeks to the man. Apparently, Alan had come and approached us.

“Go away. My mood isn’t good,” I said sharply to him.