50 Shades of Enigma (18+ // COMPLETED ✔️)

Chapter 11: Restoration

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                Whipping out his Gucci perfume, Matti begins spritzing the perfume derisively while we sit on grey expensive leather chairs. Nervously I begin tapping my foot against the clean white sparkling floor delving deeper into regret at the thought of not having a shower. Yet the desperation to get here was astounding and heart wrenching. I need to get those pictures.

                "Hello Sir? Mr. Harley will finally see you," the dark haired receptionist explains professionally and coolly. Matti's eyes widen as I stand up and wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans. The receptionist leads me through the white hallway and the sweat on my forehead accumulates from the glaring over head lights. Opening the door, he ushers me into the room and I find David sitting in black swivel chair intently glowering at some papers on his large glass desk.

                "Sit down Dante," he instructs purposefully and I take a seat feeling even more self conscious of my hygiene. After a couple of seconds, he lifts his eyes up to mine and smiles brilliantly, "what can I do for you?" he asks obliviously which raises my heart beat and erects my anger. There are two ways I can approach this situation; beg  him to hand over the microchip in a desperate manner or threaten and provoke him into handing it to me,

                "I've lost my microchip in my camera and the last person to touch it was you," I explain softly. The corners of his mouth turn up in a grin as his eyes light up,

                "I don't quite understand what you mean?" he continues his grin growing wider. This makes it even more evident that he has the microchip which is stirring my anger,

                "I know you saw the pictures so please just give it to me. You've technically stolen it from me since I didn't give you permission to take it," I spit furiously losing my temper,

                "You're here begging for her integrity yet she hasn't even called or texted you back? What does that say about you?" he avoids the accusation and I place my palms on my knees,

                "You want your kids, I completely get that but you can't destroy her using them. It's not fair," I reason lowering my voice to a calmer level,

                "So it's fair what she's done to you?" he asks and I clench my knees tightly the heat piercing through my bones. Instead of answering, I gaze around his office which is minimalistic and tidy and my eyes fall upon a photo of what I'm assuming to be his kids. It's more than what Eliana has on display,

                "Why are you here?" David asks furrowing his brows and leaning forwards on his desk. My green petrified eyes lock onto his and the claustrophobic nature of my love for her becomes too much and I'm left wondering if she'll start loving me again. Did she ever love me? What am I doing here?      

                "Because I love her," I muster meekly feeling the weight of the words strangle me maliciously. Sighing heavily,  David scrapes back his chair and rests on the edge of his desk towering in front of me.

                "I don't know why you're here. The photos on your camera were amazing and apart from a couple of blurry ones of Elaina there wasn't anything else," he explains genuinely his eyes filling with concern,

                "Of course I took the microchip but that's because I liked the photos and wanted to send them to the managers for approval. They could use a professional photographer like yourself. I was going to surprise you with the news and return the chip to you tomorrow evening-," he pauses letting his words sink painfully into my skin,