We refrain from speaking in the office; if one of us does, it will be strictly binding whenever something is required. This is what went on to us for a few weeks. At first, I was not paying attention to everything, but after a while, it felt like I was seeking something.
I was craving for his affection, touch, voice, and provocative demeanor. Damn, how can I be like this when this is exactly what I asked for? I shouldn't feel this way, but why do I?
I tried to look in his direction, but I ended up keeping quiet since I was worried about what he would think of me. I simply choose to do my job well.
Mrs. Smith brought up the matter with me when I joined the company, and the man said nothing after our last conversation or when I departed. I didn't even approach him because it was my decision at the start, so why should I go to him and ask for his defense?
"Leave that work of yours because we are going to Lonian Island," he abruptly spoke and moved towards the door. I was stunned because, aside from the fact that he talked to me, my brain was unable to comprehend what he stated. Why is it so sudden? "Faster, secretary," he said with such volume that I had no choice but to rush things. Damn, how could this guy make me jittery?
I was trying to collect my purse and phone to follow the man who gave me a cold treatment. It is my fault, so why should I be unprepared? But isn't that what you plan to do if I do that to him? I was terrified of him at the time, so it's only fair. If he is furious because I left, then I'm mad at what he did to me, and we're equal.
I was just behind him until we got into his car. I was in the passenger seat while he was in the back seat.
"Good morning, ma'am," the driver greeted me, so I smiled at him sweetly.
"Is Lonian Island good?" I couldn't help but ask. I'm sure Raven wouldn't go to the place if it wasn't admirable.
"That's what Sir Raven also wants to know," he said, lowering his voice because the man was behind us. "The claim owner of that island is negotiating with Sir Raven, so he is thinking about it." I winced at his answer. If that's the case, then why did I come? I won't do anything because it's Raven's decision to take since they're still in the first process.
I pouted, the driver talked to me once again, and I didn't want to be addressed as a rude person, so I responded to his queries, and he did the same too.
"Stop the car, Eric," Raven told his driver, and Eric turned around. I saw his brows meet, and it was like he was going to explode at any moment. "I said stop the car." Veins popped up on his forehead. I winched because he was like a child in what he was doing.
Eric stopped the car; he got out, and suddenly he appeared by Eric's side.
"Get down there." There was something in his voice that made you shudder and panic at what he did. That's why, without further ado, Eric came down. "Stay behind," he ordered, and then the man got in. He broke the door, and his gaze was dark on the road.
I was speechless; I didn't even know why he was here in front of me. Shouldn't he just be there because he doesn't want to be with me? He constantly drags the car whenever there is no one to keep up with us.
I didn't realize that I slept after a couple of minutes; I just woke up when I felt a headache without knowing why. I stretched my hand and body first before opening my eyes and going down.
When I came out, the fresh air opened up to me. The ambiance felt like you were on the farm, and the whole area was green. The only blue in the atmosphere is the ocean and the clouds. I smiled while looking around. This is a nice spot to unwind.
"You're finally up," I jumped when someone suddenly spoke to my side, "We've been waiting for you to wake up." He was tetchy and walked away first.
"We haven't arrived yet," the driver said, scratching his head while having a confused look. I looked at him, but he only grinned and ran to catch up with Raven.
What happened? Why does he need to vent his fury on me? What have I done wrong now? I had no choice but to go there with someone chatting to him. My jaws stiffened when I saw how the lady was holding Raven, and the man seemed unconcerned about what she was doing to him.
I believe he prefers the thought of the woman's hand in his arms. I'm not sure why it feels like my heart is on fire, and I want to drag the woman to the sea and drown her. I ran over to them, my eyes black, but I forced myself to act courteously, even though I was gritting my teeth in rage.
"She's with us," Raven suddenly said when I arrived. His voice was bored, so I suddenly got nervous if I did something bad for him to act like that. But am I not used to it? After the incident, he was cold as ice to me, if he did treat me like the wind. But I couldn't understand why it was a big deal, and it was frustrating in my head.
"Oh? Do you share the same room or is she different?" She has a sticky look on the man; the way she holds him is like she is attracting him; her voice is like a frog trying too hard to talk. Not attractive, but repulsive.
"She's a girl," that's all Raven said and left, leaving the girl gaping but still gasping in excitement. Her colleagues clap for her. Did she win the lottery?
"Sorry to bust your feelings, but that man is getting married." I embarked on her with possessiveness in my voice and grabbed my key.
Can't they act professionally? I mean, they are at work, so they act like they are at work because they are not paid to flirt and just talk. The man who works supports me; I don't have time to entertain them, and I was not born to please them, so I don't care about them.
"We're here, ma'am," he announced. I just nodded and entered. "I'll go, ma'am." I just looked at her, and she left. He may have noticed that I wasn't in the mood, so it's a good thing he can read emotions swiftly, because if he was still tormenting me, I might have set him on fire.
I sat on the large bed. I didn't have anything; I only realized we were staying here because he had leased two rooms. How long did we last and why didn't he inform me? There are so many questions running through my mind, but one in particular stands out, and I'm frightened to ask him. Why did he take me with him? That's a big question circulating in my head.
I let out a breath thoroughly and chose to go to the balcony rather than what I was contemplating. I've got a lot to think about, and it's starting to mount up. When I opened it, I was met by gorgeous surroundings, and a smile spread across my lips. I haven't smiled properly in a few days since I've been so irritated. What a wonderful calming view! I placed my hand on the railings and gazed at the breathtaking vista.
I was amazed by the turquoise seawater and the smooth lapping of the waves, as well as the children bathing. My child is probably like them, playing and laughing out loud. Every time I see children the same age as my kid, my heart breaks.
I miss you, baby. I wish you were here with Mommy. I spoke in the air, and the air got frigid, making me feel like my son clung to me. I try not to be emotional, but I just can't help myself when it comes to my unborn child.
I wiped my tears and looked to the opposite side, where Raven's melting stare met mine. I looked away and dashed back into the room. Damn, I shouldn't have gotten so emotional; perhaps that's what he would think of me.
I bite my bottom lip, can't weep, and can't express or reveal my vulnerability to anyone. My lips are shaking, and my heart is tightening as I watch the scene; it feels like someone is stabbing my heart. It's a different emotion when your child has passed away; it's as if you've lost your own life. I feel as if I only lived to retaliate.
My eyes became fiery tears well up in them, and I covered my mouth in anticipation of hearing a voice from within. The most agonizing weeping is when you cry quietly. You shouldn't show anyone your weakness or the real you because in their eyes they know you as the toughest person.