Control The CEO

Chapter 5

Control The CEO

Chapter 5

❝Leaving❞

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The food is so good, I hate it. I don't want to eat it because then Ace will know that I like it and then he'll never drop it. O look at the food and play with it with my fork, trying to forget that we're actually sharing a dish with each other. I have no idea what I can even say to him at this point. Every now and then I take a drink from my Fanta. Why is it so good? I don't dare to look up at him, even knowing that he's looking at me.

I can feel his eyes on me, which doesn't really make any of this better. This whole time I've been trying to find something to say, but I can't. What can I even so to him? I think we've covered everything. Expect I still have about a thousand more questions that I want him to answer. I doubt he will answer any of those questions any time soon. Ace has always been like that and I hate it. I hate him. I can't say it enough, but it's the truth and that won't change. "We will stay here all day if we have to, but you're not standing up from this table until you've eaten" Ace speaks.

The soft tone in his voice makes me look up at him, then I'm reminded that he's the living devil and I hate him. "I'm not an object that my brother can just sign over to you. I'm a person. Try to think about that" I speak to him, challenging him almost. I do hope that he can feel my anger. It hurts that I'm just being passed around from one person to the next when I should have a choice in the matter.

I know why I don't, I know why I have to always be in the care of someone. I'm not normal. I'm sick. And I will never be normal like everyone else. "I am" Ace says. He takes a bite. Still, his eyes never look away from mine. The way that he stares me down makes me want to look away and yet at the same time look at him and never letting go of that contact. It does confuse me, but I'm not about to think about that. "Eat your food, Davina" He says, ordering me with that voice of his and his eyes do as well.

It almost makes me pick food on my fork and eat. I don't. "You're one to say, you haven't eaten that much either" I say, trying to do something to direct his attention away from me. I suppose that is becoming impossible at this point, as all that he does is look at me. How he is able to eat while his eyes never look at the plate does surprise me, I don't think that I'm about to learn how he does it. I always have to look down.

A sigh leaves me when he doesn't answer, just smirks at me. It's a smirk that I want to punch so badly that my knuckles have started to itch because I need to punch him. Though, it will probably hurt me a lot more than it will hurt him. I don't exactly have that very strong muscles or that strong bones for that matter. I once let myself fall down the stairs because I wanted to see how many bones I could break. It wasn't fun and I broke my leg and got a concussion. I don't remember much about that day, but Leo told me that I hadn't taken my medication and that is why I did it.

I can't remember what was happening in my head or what I was thinking at the time, but I know that my mind goes to the darkest of places if I don't take my medication. I don't even remember why I had not taken it that day. It wasn't even that long ago either. Only about five or six years. His phone rings and he stands up and walks somewhere to take the phone call. Ace is gone from my view, why does it feel like the sun went as well?

Is it even sunny? I don't know at the moment. I stand up as well, after I've drunk all my Fanta. I'm not about to waste something that I enjoy. Ace can finish the food, I'm out of here. Besides, we aren't supposed to be that long either and I have places to be. Actually I don't, but I like to think that I do. It makes my life better. Everyone that I've ever met always has someplace that they go, while I'm spend most of my days at home.

Alone. I don't really mind that much. I like being alone. Most of the time at least. I walk out of the restaurant, not even bothering to look behind me. Then I wait for a Taxi. I'm not really allowed to take one, but then again I don't want to be found at the moment. Once I've caught a Taxi, I sit down and in it and tell the driver where to go. Once I'm comfortable, I look back at the restaurant. I see Ace step outside and our eyes meet. I just give him a small smirk. I'm not the one that he can just buy.

I sit in the Taxi and look outside. Not caring how my phone has to be blowing up with phone calls from my brother. Ace doesn't have my number. I refused to let him have it and if my brother would hand him my number, then I will never speak to him again. My eyes remain outside at the city. Though, I don't really look at the city itself. All that I do is stare through it and get lost in my mind. My endless train of pure annoying thoughts are everywhere and nowhere at the same time.