I quickly walked towards the comfort room in the building because of the tension that had occurred earlier. If Mr. Smith didn't interfere, maybe I'd still be fighting a stare at them.
"Fuck!" Why did Roux have to hold my hand and go mad at his mother? I didn't need him nowadays. Lethia would be furious if she found out her husband was hitting me. She was crazy. I walked into one of the cubicles and locked it. I clutched my head, striving to calm my spirit after what had occurred. Why isn't my plan coming afloat?
I took a deep breath beforehand. I need to slow down because I could explode with my rage. I have to look pitiable in front of a crowd of people, that's the thing that I should put in my mind before making my next move. I conditioned myself before heading out, but as Raven examined me at the door, all I wanted to do was go back inside. His two hands were grasping his pants pocket, and he was leaning against the wall. Regardless of my desire to exit straight away, his focus drifted off of mine.
"Let's go home." He grabbed my hand, and I was unable to resist as Raven led me to the parking lot. There was no one nearby; it seems that they had been sent home early tonight. We generally get home at 7:00 p.m., but they leave by six p.m.
"Where are you taking me?" I inquired hastily as we drove to his car rather than mine. I deflected his hand, but he's just muscular, and I'm like the wind, wanting to fight him. "Raven!" I shriek.
"At my condo," he responded effortlessly. When he stared at me, his demeanor was drowsy but the way he seized my hand gave the impression that he was forceful.
"No!" I replied as quickly as possible. "What are we going to do there?"
"Why?"
"I don't want to be with you." I emphasized every word.
"If you think I'll do what I want, you better not think about that because I won't do something you don't want," he declared while gazing at me with a long face, so I hit my head because I was thinking something green.
Why was I thinking that way? Because whenever he was close to me, I couldn't stop burning in lust, and that was fvcking scary, so as long as possible, I just wanted everything to be fine, but indeed, he was a gentleman.
"How about my car?" I averted my eyes to escape the way he watched me. "I need my car." My cheeks emerged as red as I informed him of this. Why is the situation between us continuing like this?
"I'll let my butler take care of that; give me the key." He was still so serious that I couldn't help but search my bag for my belongings. I was so bewildered that my wallet and other makeup kits fell as a result of my movement. Shit! Luckily, not those most crucial ones.
He got it for me. I just smiled at him to show my gratitude, then looked away because I couldn't stare at him for long. There is something in his eyes that glued me there if I start looking. I was fond of his amber eyes, but every time I looked at them, I was hypnotized.
"Here," I gave him the key, then he called someone on the phone, and a man came in his turn. I was amazed; I almost forgot who Raven was.
***
While we were in the car, he held my hand and didn't want to let go. He looked seriously at the road while I was moving with his gear.
"Can I play music?" It was almost a whisper question. I don't know if it's just the two of us; it's like I don't have a voice.
"Anything you want," he replied. I immediately played in his car, but my voice was what I heard, so he suddenly turned it off, then he braked the car.
That voice was ages ago, so how could he have it?
I look at him; he looks straight into the road. No one will catch us here because we were stuck at a place where few people pass through because it belongs to the town of Itacha and is almost only on the rich roads.
"W-what was that?" I can't stop myself from asking that, even though I want to keep my mouth shut. "That was me, right?" That message was supposed to be with Roux, so how did it get to him?
I saw frustration plastered on his face in a few seconds, but he also turned back to lifelessness, as if he knew this would happen. But didn't know that this early.
"Look," he said, facing me. He licked his lips and tried to explain, but he ended up combing his hair. "Roux, give that to me." That's all he said, then started the engine again.
That left me clueless. How did Roux give that to him? Why? What's the reason Roux gives that to others? I mean, that is for him, that's one of my gifts on our anniversary. I wish he had just said that he didn't want such things, because I wouldn't have done it.
When we got to his condo, I couldn't even admire its grandeur and magnificence; all I could think about was how fatigued I was. I felt like a wilted vegetable as I walked towards his couch. What I discovered confused my thoughts. If that's the case, he doesn't truly love me because he never appreciates the small things I do for him.
That is why, whenever I ask his perspective on what I say on the voice recording, he diverts the conversation. He never listened to it. My lips turn upside down, and the wind causes a sharp pain in my chest, preventing me from breathing.
The man went to his kitchen while I was just in the living room, staring because my heart could not accept all the events. But I inhaled and exhaled; I can't waste everything I sacrificed in this situation. The past is past; I'm living now, and that was the most important part. I have a goal to achieve, and that's all I have to think about. I stood up; I had to put aside all my feelings this time.
"What are you doing?" I asked him when I was in the kitchen. His muscular back is what spit out in my eyes when I stepped into his kitchen.
"I was cooking." I step near him so I can see what he is doing. In every act he does, he looks like a skilled chef, so I am in awe of him.
I wasn't as skilled at cooking as my mother, so I often went to fast food when I felt like my stomach was going to churn. When I looked at him, he appeared to be enthusiastic about what he was doing and was already planning his next move.
"Wow!" I said, laughing like a child, as he served the food to the table. "You're so good," I said without looking at him. I was astounded since I didn't realize he was this talented at cooking. I just think he was good at his job.
"Eat well," he remarked, so I just smiled and started eating.
That was a perfect sight for the both of us, but I don't know why he suddenly stood beside me and held my legs. I am, for god's sake, wearing just a skirt! I scream in my mind but just behave.
"Don't worry, I won't do any harm to you," he whispered, so I just continued eating while he was stroking my legs. I couldn't understand why I felt a tingle from his touch.
That's what he did; he didn't make any moves that I would fear. He was very gentle and didn't let me think weird, because I knew he wouldn't. After eating, I presented myself as the one to wash the dishes; we both had a fight before he let me.
"What a stubborn person," he commented while putting the plates in the sink. I chuckled softly because he was too cute, but I received rolled eyes. That's why I chortled up even more.
"Cute," I couldn't stop myself from saying whatever my intrusive thoughts were, so he stopped what he was doing while looking at me laughing softly. And because he was staring too much at me, my smile gradually disappeared and went into a serious face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I want to kiss you," he said with his no-filter mouth, and I slightly parted my lips. "I want to smash my lips with you, but I respect you." He bit his bottom lip.
"Kiss me." I'm not sure why that word just slipped out of my mouth. I should stop, but instead I close the gap and probe his lips, fvck Cbiara Blair!
What did I just do? I messed up everything and I can't take this back anymore.