Let Go

29: Microhard

Aiden's P.O.V.

I forcibly shoved his head under the running water. I was running out of patience despite knowing fully well that my profession required a lot of that. But I was sick of him trying to wash his hair lock-by-lock, so, I dunked his whole head underneath the sink school-bully style.

He gargled on water and gasped for air for a split second, then he went rigid afterwards, which was a good sign of obedience. Or death. Either way was fine by me. I was tired as hell. The night was taking its toll on me like a thick wool blanket against my body.

I finally let him go and wrapped his hair with the towel. We weren’t going to clean him up completely because it was impossible. Just enough for him to not mess things up on his way to wherever he was going after here.

“Thank you,” He said, “really,” his tone was sad. Too sad.

I didn’t want him to get all sentimental on me. “So, are you going to tell me who Jamie Martin is?”

To my surprise, he laughed. He passed the now damp towel back and forth against his head to pick up the last of the water from his hair. It went in all directions as it wasn’t too long nor too short. It made him look childish.

I had to admit it, Jamie Martin had killer good looks.

“I didn’t mean any of that,” He confessed, his shoulders hunched down. His chin pointed to the ground. With the tap closed and the water no longer running, the only sound around us was our silence. “I don’t even drink Match-yato, I don’t even know how to say it right,” he fumbled with a loose string coming out of the towel. “I didn’t want to put you on the spot with asking for your number right there,”

“Yeah, I didn’t like that,” I agreed.

“And obviously I don’t expect everyone to know who I am. I’m not my dad. The great CEO of Microhard,”

“Your dad is Steve Martin?” I gasped. He was one of the richest billionaires in the world. No wonder Raiden was so wary of this guy getting the best service we could offer.

And here we got him served.

“See, you know him too. Everyone does,” He complained. I was sensing that he was tired of living in his dad’s shadow.

“Well, of course. He’s a celebrity,”

He sighed. “I know this won’t make up for it, but can you give these to the cashier,” He pulled out a couple of hundred bills. “Tell her to consider it a generous tip from a satisfied customer,”

I placed my thumb under his chin. I didn’t know if I were allowed to do that or not, but it felt like I could. Maybe it was the intimacy of the moment, or something else completely, but I felt like I was a little closer to him than a stranger. I lifted his head up.

He looked at me with eyes like a deer in the headlights. “What do you say we go and you give them to her yourself?” I removed my thumb when I felt that he was stable enough to stay as is. “I’m pretty sure she’d appreciate an apology from you more,”

He gave me a weak smile and put away the towel. “Let’s go.” He said and extended his hand. I examined it for a second and thought. Was I supposed to hold the hand of a total stranger who I just met aa few hours ago.

I didn’t really know what to make of his gesture. For one thing, I didn’t want to break his spirit more than it already was. On the other hand, I was getting a little anxious and even more tired.

With one last thought, I took his hand.

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