Heartless Heart

Chapter 69

Bella

I backed back and looked at him while my arms were still around his waist. I let go of him. "Thank you," I said with a smile. "For what?"
"For letting me stay with you after what happened here," I said with a smile.
He looked at me not saying something. I stopped to smile. I don't like when he is like this. It's all because of me though. "You probably have to go, I will not take your time."
I looked away.
He grabbed my chin and made me look at him. "Call me if you need anything."
"Mhm," I whispered. He let go of me. He was about to stand up, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him back. I quickly kissed him on the lips. He kissed me back. We both backed back. We looked at each other.
I smiled. He is still looking at me with a straight face. "Now you're mad at me because I didn't stay with you," I said. "I'm not mad at you," he said back. "Yes, you are," I said annoyingly.
"I said I'm not," he said angrily. "Alex, the only reason I wanted to do this is that I want you to rest. I don't want you to come home from work and have more work by taking care of me," I said softly. He didn't say anything. I looked away. He looked at his phone. He suddenly quickly got up. He walked out fast of my apartment.
Oh, shit. Is he that mad? I sighed. I went to the kitchen and made a quick toast. I ate it. I went to the bedroom. I changed into beige comfortable shorts and a beige comfortable T-shirt.
I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I brushed my hair. I went to bed.
I fell asleep. I woke up.
I turned off the alarm and got up to the bathroom. I can't jog today. I was done. I changed into a white deep v-neck jumpsuit, with black low heels and sandals. I wore a basic necklace. I grabbed my small black bag. I went to the kitchen and made some breakfast. I drank my coffee. I got out of my apartment. I walked downstairs carefully. I took a taxi to work. I arrived. I got out of the taxi. I got into the building. I started to walk up the stairs. I arrived.

I walked to my office. I sat down. "I should go to Alex and see what he is doing," I said to myself. I stood up but stopped. Oh, I need a reason. I took my finished drawing dresses. I walked out. I walked to his office.
I knocked on the door.
"Come in," he said. I opened the door and got in. "Good morning, Mr. Belinskij," I said with a big smile on my mouth. He looked up at me. He looked at me with a straight face. He nodded. He looked down at some papers.
He is probably still mad.
"I wondered if you wanted to see the dresses I drew," I said. "Put them on the desk," he said still not looking at me. "Alright," I said as I walked toward his desk. I put them on the desk.
I backed back a bit.

He took them. He started to look at them. He is quiet. His face is straight. Like usual.
"What do you think?" I asked with a smile. He looked up at me. "Good, you can take them," he said with a straight face. Oh. Is that everything? I stopped smiling.
"Alright," I said. I walked toward him. I was about to take them when I saw him wearing the bracelet that I made for him. Wait, what? I forgot about this bracelet. I made it that day I found it he was a mafia boss. I totally forgot about it. Where did he find it? I love that he is wearing it though. But why is he wearing it? I thought was mad at me. It's still mine and since he is so 'mad', I will not let him wear it.
"That's my bracelet," I said as I looked up at him. He looked at me.
He looked at the bracelet. He looked up at me again. "Not anymore," he said sounding serious.
"It's not yours, give it to me," I said. He smirked as he got up. He walked toward me. He stopped right beside me. I turned to the left side to face him. "Take it then," he said as he raised the hand that he was wearing the bracelet with up. "If you can," he said looking down at me. Oh, he is taller than me.
He is 1,93. I'm 1,74.

"Fine," I said knowing very well I won't be able to take it. I raised my hand and tried to take it, but he was so much taller. He smirked. I stood on my toe on the foot that wasn't hurting me to reach it, but I still couldn't. He smirked. I looked at him. He is already looking at me. Our lips are so close. "Give it to me," I said. "You have to take it," he said. He looked at my lips and then up at my eyes.
"It's not fair, I'm much shorter than you," I said. "Well, that's not my problem," he said while smirking. We looked at each other. I tried again to reach for it, but I couldn't. "Well, since you can't take it, it's mine," he said. "No, it's not."
He smirked. "Why does it have the letter A on it?" He asked. "Because," I said. Oh, I don't know what to say. "Because what?" He asked coming closer to my lips. "Because I wanted to," I said nervously. He smirked as he came, even more, closer to my lips.