Fighter

Twenty seven

Your POV

Sitting idly by is something I've never been able to do. I sent flowers and even wrote letters in my own handwriting and stuffed them under the door when she didn't answer. I started to feel like a stalker. I circle around my hotel room and yell again at the vice president of City Bank.

- Nonsense. I won't play these games anymore. Or it was you and it was George. Commit shit. One of you is behind this and I want to know who did it. George plays golf with my dad. You're on the Senate campaign expense panel. Which one of you has something to do with what's going on?

I've called three times threatening George Wells in the last forty-eight hours. The bank president was the winner of four other calls. Both denied having any involvement with my father blaming the Johansson's line of credit for getting into a quarterly review routine. A lot of nonsense because we're not even at the end of the year.

- When I find out which of you two assholes is behind this, you will pay. And I'll find out.- I slam the hotel phone so hard that it jumps off the hook and lands on the table. I leave it like this.

I'm sure my father is somehow behind the Johansson's credit line cut. So i can't prove it. He probably used Colin to get information on how to get between me and Scarlett. But as usual he covered his trail well. I tried everything threatening to withdraw my business from the bank and blackmail them with my clients but they all denied my father's involvement. But I can feel his rotten finger a mile away. It was a double blessing for Colin and my father. Robert withdrew the proposed sale and Scarlett didn't want to talk to me. Robert and I had a long conversation the other day. Somehow he believes I have nothing to do with the bank but it doesn't matter. He works until he's ninety if that's what it takes to get a partner to make Scarlett happy.

Heavy clouds hang in the sky as I make my way to The gym. I haven't seen her for four days. Four days since the sun crossed the horizon, four days without seeing her smile, four days of darkness. I woke up today and the truth hit me, like I'd run straight into a concrete wall. I am clearly and absolutely in love with this woman. And i'm totally fucked.

I trained for hours at the gym waiting for her to walk through the door. The night before I slept with my fingers on the ice again. My body is physically exhausted but I keep coming back to her. When I open the gym door I expect to see Robert at the reception again but my heart races when I see Scarlett's face.

She's on the phone looking down and writing in the appointment book when I walk in, so I have a chance to see her before she sees me. It seems the last few days haven't been easy for her either. The part under her eyes is dark and her eyelids are swollen like she's been crying recently. I deserve a huge right hook for having anything to do with her feeling this way. But in a selfish way it gives me hope that she is also having a hard time dealing with it all.

When feeling observed she looks at me. For a second I think I see possibility but the lightness of things fades quickly as she forces herself to look down again. She gets up from her chair behind the desk and I know she's going to try to get away from me. There's no way I'm not going to talk to her now that she's in front of me. I walk quickly to the balcony.

- Scarlett.- She stops although she doesn't turn to me. I'll burn in hell if I don't try my best.- Look at me.

She looks.

- What do you want Y/N? - Her voice is full of sadness but she tries to disguise it as annoyance.

- I want to talk to you.

- I am busy.

- So, when?

- I have nothing more to say.

- Well I have. You can just hear.

- I don't think....- She is interrupted by a voice that makes my blood pressure rise quickly: fucking Colin.

- She has nothing to talk to you about.- He crosses his arms at chest height.

- Get into your fucking life.- I get angry.

He smiled.

- Why don't we let Scarlett decide? - He looks at her and then at me. His attention is on me even though the words are directed towards her.- Do you have something to say to this clown?

Scarlett looks at me with a sad face.

- No.- she says with a voice full of pain.

- Go away.- Colin says. I look at Colin and then at Scarlett.

- Is that what you really want?

She doesn't say anything for a full minute then nods but doesn't look up. With a sadistic smile Colin gives me a good-bye before I walk out the door