A Lover To Him

Chapter Four, Mark my words and watch me

I shoot him a disgusted glare, which is answered by his well-known lazy smirk and the challenging look glistening in his beautiful eyes. I can tell he's trying to get a reaction out of me, but it's not going to work.

"You're so arrogant and such a pervert it makes me want to puke," I say before mumbling some of the ways I can think of to kill him as soon as possible, like right now. I could strangle with my bare hands even.

Caine keeps his lazy smirk on his face, not surprised or taken back by my comment. He seems to find my reaction entertaining, and it's annoying the hell out of me. I hate how everything still seems to be a joke to him, like six years ago. Mostly because nothing of him speaking to me is a joke to me. He's already fucking with my mind and my life, I can feel it.

"I have no clue what you two are whispering about, but I'm going to call mom to tell her how you're feeling," Sadie says as she walks towards the door, making me and Caine look up at her.

"Otherwise, she'll skin me alive. The only reason why she hasn't tried to get on a plane is that I'm here right now, and I can check up on you. Better keep her updated," she says before closing the door behind her, leaving me and Caine alone in the hospital room. 

After a couple of seconds, I continue my work to get him on antibiotics without saying a word. I can feel his beautiful eyes on me, following my every move as I continue to work. I try to ignore his gaze on my back and don't dare to meet his intense gaze. I need to distance myself from him if I want to spare myself a heartbreak again. 

I clean up my stuff as I continue to ignore Caine's gaze, but I can't help but feel like there are some things there should be spoken about between us. I can feel the tense wall between us, filled with unspoken things and feelings, and no one of us dares to say a word about it. 

"I always wondered what crosses your mind when your beautiful eyes meet mine." His voice is soft and a beautiful sound to my ears. I've always liked the sound of his voice and laugh, there's something strangely special and attractive about it. 

"I wish I would have access to those thoughts of yours, knowing what's running through your mind. It would make some things a lot easier, believe me. It would make some things so much easier than they are." He continues, making me stop my actions and slowly turn around. 

"Stop," I warn, closing my eyes slowly before opening them. I know what he's doing. I know exactly what he's doing, and I can't let him go through with it. 

"Look, I know you don't want to see me, but I need to talk to you. I need to talk to you about the things from the-" He starts, looking for the right words. 

"No, we're not talking. I don't even want to be in this room with you, but I have a job to do and to keep. I wish I could switch patients with another doctor, but my boss is an absolute pain in the ass. We're going to keep things professional instead of personal." I state, crossing my arms.

"It's clear that you hate me, and you have every reason to, but we're talking, Mia. I'm serious when I tell you there's some stuff I need to explain to you so we're talking." He says, his eyes glistening with anger. 

"Clearly, I have no say in this decision. Do you know that you always keep me out of these kinds of decisions? No, Mr. Cockyhead, can decide everything on his own without acknowledging the fact that he might hurt some people." I state, hating how he treats me like some girl who can't make decisions. 

"Because your decision isn't honest. You're so full of hatred because of what I did that you can't see clearly enough to know that we need to talk about this stuff. You're blinded by hate." He points his finger at me out of anger.