LOST

Chapter 4. Love is BETRAYAL.

" What the hell! A booming voice echoed in my office.

I flinched and got startled for a second. I turned around and saw carter looking at me with his eyes narrowed and his hands on his hips.

He could have replaced an over dramatic mom right now.

I raised an eyebrow looking at this over dramatic mom and he pointed towards my hands. My gaze traveled to my hand he was pointing at.

Fuck.

I internally groaned, banging my forehead.

I forgot to do the dressing after boxing, now he will give me a big long ass lecture and believe me it's not easy to hear all that, OK!?

Your ears could bleed, you might have to take an appointment with doctor as well, then he is going to make a long bill and not to forget his handwriting which no one..... I repeat no sane person could understa-

"  Miss Alaia Cooper, may I know the reason why your knuckles look like you've beat the shit out of someone? " he asked, breaking my thoughts.

He looked at me with eyes narrowed and I stretched a little, scratching back of my head.

Uh...well I didn't got the golden opportunity to beat someone but I did beat the punching bag.

" Uh actually -" I was cut off by this jerk.

" Shut up " he said and I gaped, nerve of this guy!

If not for his caring teddy bear nature, he would have been the next victim instead of my punching bag. I sulked, when he didn't wanted to hear me then why in the world did he even bother to ask?

He walked near me and took out a box from 3rd drawer making me gasp. Woah I had a first aid kit in my office and I am not even aware of. Wow!

" If you are thinking that how come you don't know about this then answer to your question is that I kept it here knowing how restless and wicked you are " he mumbled and my jaw dropped, did he just call me wicked?

" Close that little mouth of yours or a fly will find its way to your stomach " he said and I eyed him furiously, this piece of shit. I wish I could use him instead of punching bag.

I hissed in pain as he applied ointment on my knuckles.

" Now will you tell me that whom did you kill?" he asked, his eyes still on my wound.

" Punching bag " I murmured, slightly embarrassed and turned my head to the other side.

" What! " He exclaimed and looked up at me as if I did some kind of crime.

" Do you know boxing ?"

" Of course, I do. " I stated proudly.

He gave me a wierd look which was slightly unknown to me.
He looked different.

Wait, is he scared!?

" Holy shit, wait a second, are you scared that I will make you my next punching bag? " I said, amused and he looked at me wide eyed, clearly at loss of words.

" No of course n-not, why will I be scared? C-can you see these muscular arms when will t-they come in work, huh? " he stammered, showing his biceps nervously

I leaned closer to his ears with a sinister smirk playing on my lips.

" Now if you are done dressing and don't leave this cabin under 10 seconds then I might think of turning my idea true. You know, of a new punching bag..... " I whispered in his ears and his face turned pale.