Fated Risk || Completed

Chapter 9 || Will To Fight

Maddox.

I sipped on a smoothie, wondering why the fuck I chose this flavor. "Pick a flavor, boss. I'll grab it for you." Sophia said while she was ordering herself a smoothie from the shop down the street. I made the mistake of asking which flavor she was doing, and then an even bigger mistake by telling her to get me that one too. Now I'm stuck with a cucumber, spinach, and apple smoothie that taste like something Kirsan or Aster would drink. A drink should never be green.

It was well past seven, and I was just getting home. I strolled up the stairs, lazily and in no hurry, and found myself thinking of the same topic that I have all but been living on. My iridescent, demanding, and stunning assistant who sits outside my office everyday like my personal pleasure dream. It's madding, really to have her that close and yet so far. It's exhausting to keep myself from looking at her, and to try to force myself to not do what I want. Because I want. I want so much that it makes my hands shake with excitement. The fox in me, it wants to steal all her thoughts, attention, and even her sanity. I want to see it slipping out of her summer sky eyes, and feel it drip on my tongue. I want the pulse of her heart to beat for me, and only me.

I thought a date would help, but I fooled myself because the entire time I spend it thinking of Sophia.

It was pathetic, I've never felt more stupid in my entire life. I was sitting there and realizing that I could care less about what the woman in front of me was saying, because I was wondering of a different woman. My date was beautiful, just my type but she just wasn't the one I wanted sitting in front of me. She wasn't the one that makes me want to try intimacy again, and to know what the closeness I have been missing would feel like, again.

How cruel of the universe to put the most independent, storming, and lit fire woman in my path and then tell me I'm not allowed to have her. It's the same as putting my torturing reminders right under my skin and making me carry the memories. It's almost like I'm being punished for my sins. Like someone is waving my most vulnerable desires in front of me and the more I run to them, the more the soles of my feet tear.

I pushed the door of the apartment open, still to deep in thought and shut it behind me. I walked towards the kitchen before setting down the smoothie on the counter and frowning at it. I'm not finishing that, no way. In fact, I need something to wash out this terrible taste in my mouth. I ran my tongue through my teeth, trying to get rid of the taste and turned for the hall. Except the sniffling from somewhere in the dark living room caught my attention, and I paused. I turned, narrowing my eyes to try to see through the dark and saw the tiny figure on the couch. It wasn't hard to figure out who it was, so I hit the light switch, finding I was right and it was Lina.

Soft brown eyes misted and torn were looking back at me, and I wondered how long she's been sitting there alone. Would she have spoken up if I didn't hear her? She sat curled up in a ball, her pretty cheeks stained in fresh and dry tears, taking away from all her happiness. I shot towards her. "What's wrong?" I rushed, "Why are you sitting in the dark? You aren't a vampire, sweetheart, you squirm at the sight of blood and drinking blood is there survival method." I told her, making my way to the couch so quickly that my legs barely kept up. And yes, I was talking nonsense but that's only because it usually made her smile.

Her eyes trailed me, no smile in sight. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to sit in my apartment alone until Mateo got home. I didn't want to call him and ask him to come home. I can wait until his done with work. I'm sorry, I can go." she replied, a hiccup breaking her voice as she started getting up. I forced myself to be prepared for the touch and palmed her shoulder, pushing her back into the couch. "You're cute, sweetheart, the cutest, but you're sitting on the couch crying. There is absolutely not way I'm letting you go anywhere." I told her, sitting down beside her, "Now till me who's getting a knife to the gut."