CH 11: Something

RYAN

She looked at me with startled eyes and I could see her cheeks getting flushed.

But myself being shocked due to my own words turned my head towards the other side hiding the shock and embarrassment at the same time.

I was shocked at myself for losing such control. But was nothing in the contract for words— so maybe I was free to say stuff like this.

“Umm... thanks” she replied a few seconds later.

 I looked at her with surprised eyes. With her guarded personality, I was expecting to be hearing pervert or jerk; not thanks.

Was she fine?  Whatever the case might be, I can't deny the fact—she was really f*cking sexy. I moved my body situating on her right side, then gesture to give me her hand.

ROSE

 The celebration was still going and I was always by his side, intertwining my arm with his. I still remember that how he said "don’t worry it's gonna be a small event ."

 I wondered if it's a small event than what does a big event means.

 Sigh!

The hall was decorated with gold lighting and filled with lavender roses. I wondered if Jane also mentioned the fact that I really liked lavender roses.

 Every five minutes, another investor or CEO or chairman of another big company would came wish congratulations to both, and all we have to do is smile and then mention how pleasured we were meeting them— I wasn’t even a little bit. Not even a slight bit.

Plus business is all they talk about; it rarely touched my head.

I was holding a glass of wine when another investor came to see us(sigh!). He was a big fat grumpy man looking man, with a big beard.

I quickly excused myself to the restroom as they began their working bible.

I had just come out from doing the deed, a crazy beautiful lady in hot pink, entered the restroom. Luckily, when I had entered the restroom; it wasn’t crowdy, as it was right now and I immediately took my leave to the outside empty corridor. I had barely taken a few steps when the crazy lady in hot pink, got out and crying for help. Her legs were bent down with her hand on the ankle. Her honey hairs shaded her eyes.

With the swift of leopard, I turned to help her, instead was met by a crazy dead slap across my cheek. The tingling went across my cheek down the spine and reflected back with an expression of anger.

 People’s way of showing gratitude has definitely changed!

 “You bitch, what did you do to get him ?...he doesn't even love you” her were eyes filled with anger. It looked like she could even kill me for the crime she mentioned.

I took a deep breath and turned around the axis this time towards the restroom. I had no intention of attracting any attention. It’s was Ryan’s matter, and we promised to not middle with each other’s life. (I had to completely ignore her barking voice)

My hand was at the doorknob when she grabbed my arm digging her expensively manicured nails into my skin and attempted an addition to the slap she had just gifted me.

Well, for the fact, I was no saint. Grabbing her lifted wrist, I said "Mistakes are forbidden for once" if only she wasn’t Ryan’s acquaintance, I wouldn’t have hesitated for an eye-for-an-eye— rather a slap-for-a-slap game.

 “You slut !!” She tried to pull her hand back when I tightened my grip.

 “1st; he is not a child who is your property and 2nd, neither am I,”  I said, raising my eyebrows and then throwing her hand back to her, and finally getting inside.

She looked stunned by my reaction but whatever the case might be “I'm a bitch right?” I whispered seating myself over the closed toilet lid.

Taking out a small mirror from my clutch, I let out a huge sigh and then took out my face savior; concealer.

It wasn't hard to conceal marks like this. Back then in middle school, my father and I were always arguing for one or the other minor reasons, so results were often me getting beaten up. I used to conceal my marks with a concealer( it improved my make-up skills a lot). Though it stopped after his death, it looked like my skill hadn't faded away. I still was able to conceal it perfectly.

RYAN

She was taking much more time than I expected, I was about to ask someone to find her when she again came into my gaze. She was at the corner of the room, her steps coming closer to me.

She greeted the guest with a smile and came back intertwine her arm around mine. If you would have been a stranger, you wouldn’t have been able to tell, if her smile was real or fake—she was so good with pretending calm, a little part of my heart squeezed into something that felt painful.

Didn’t she like the arrangements?— but she seemed quite astonished.

She had been fine when she entered, may not have been the happiest but was genuinely calm. She even blushed at my compliment and smiled quite cheerfully. But right now, don’t know why a little part of my gut shouted that something was off.

Did something happen in the restroom?

 “Something wrong?” I whispered, trying to seek out a piece of info.

Her lids weighed down, but instead of replying she just nodded sideways, grinning.

 We were sitting inside my black Lamborghini when she closed her eyes leaning on the closed window on the other side.

“Are you tired?”

I asked in a concerned voice to which she nodded and said “a little”

I was about to change my sight to the window of my side when a scratch over her arm caught my attention. It was fresh, almost red. I immediately took her hand and asked “how did this happen?” It took a moment for me to realize that my tone had raised an octave higher.

 “Just accidentally scratched myself” she spoke in a calm tone while pulling her arm from my grip. She passed me smile; again her eyes felt sad if you observe carefully.

I made a mental note to put aid her arm at home. While her gaze again went back to wonder outside.

 What was so interesting outside? didn’t I look good?

 I wonder what I was more furious about? Was it the way she hid her feelings or the way her eyes felt sad?

By the time we reached home, she was already asleep, so I had no other option than to actually lift her firm body in my arms to take her inside; nor had I ever wanted one.

She looked so innocent, so delicate in arms, that I had an urge to touch her lips.

We haven’t even kissed yet; damn I so wanted to do that.

My mouth went dry, my heartbeat rising. I had never felt so desperate before. Never in my life, I have wanted someone so badly, that the just thought of her not wanting me the same way, hurt. It hurt to the core.

Controlling my temptation to kiss her I let her on the couch. After removing her high heels, I looked for some quick first aid to treat her scratched arm.

She woke up in the middle of me applying the band-aid. Her body had almost shivered at my touch. I wondered if it hurt.

 “Huh...how did I get here?” She asked me, rubbing her sleepy eyes with a fist.

 “I lifted you till here” I smirked.

 “What ?!” Her eyes went wide open “ whatever I'm going to sleep” She had just stood up from the couch when a notification pop on my cell phone, and it didn’t take me a moment to get that out of my pocket and check.

 Shocked crumbled through my nerves with a strange bust of anger. I couldn’t believe what my pupils were seeing.

“Is there something you haven't told me?”

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