Hörny Boss

Chapter 15

JACKSON'S POV

"You are unusually silent, what did you guys talk about?" I asked her worriedly.

I didn't mean to pry or anything; she has a right to her privacy, but I am already used to her chirping like happy birds and emphasizing with her hands. That's one habit of hers that I noticed in the past hours I have spent with her.

She always has something to talk about and elaboration to her is her hands moving about. So her sudden quietness came after Hannah hurriedly left, obviously angry from whatever they talked about.

"I hope I didn't make a mistake by choosing to do this with you. I feel guilty. This is the second time I am disobeying her, and the first time was too bad." She sighed.

As the car stopped to obey the traffic light, I watched the people crossing the road from both sides before the light changed and the car moved forward.

I glanced at her, and she stared hard at me as if there was something on my face. I took her hand and squeezed reassuringly.

"I won't tell you to trust me, but I want you to know that you won't regret this and…"

"Oh, fûck!" The driver shrieked as he matched on the accelerator, and the car halted in full force, making our heads collide.

"Ouch! Is that a head or rock?" She cracked a joke as she held her forehead where my head had bumped.

I was glad that she found it funny and that lightened her mood, but I needed to find the source of the problem.

"What happened, Max?" I asked my driver as he got out of the car.

I came down from the car as well and saw that a delivery van had bashed my Bugatti Veyron. The driver jumped down from the van immediately.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do this. I was…"

"You are sorry?" I cut the van driver off. "Is sorry gonna fix my car's bonnet? Where were you looking to run straight into my car from the other lane?" I fused.

The man knelt, knowing how expensive the hood of the car was. That's the problem with poor people. They think saying sorry will fix broken jars and I hate it.

Vera came down from the car and asked what was wrong.

"Ma'am, I'm very sorry, help me beg your husband, I didn't mean to bash his car. It was a mistake." The van driver pleaded with her.

Husband? Do we even look like a couple? I'm sure the same thing is running through her mind though the circumstance didn't call for such thoughts.

"Jack, it's just a little crash. He's already apologized and accepted that he made a mistake, I think you should let him go." Vera said on his behalf.

That got me mad at her. Who's she to tell me what to do and what not to do? This is the main reason why I stay away from people, even my parents because I hate it when they say do this, don't do that. It's my life and no one has a say in it except me.

"He whipped my car and you told me to let him go? Wasn't he watching while he was driving? Do you know how much it's gonna cost to get it back in shape?!" I shouted at her and I swear I heard her whimper.

"I know your car is expensive, but shouldn't we be happy and grateful to God that no one got hurt, huh? I mean, this car doesn't cost more than a life!"

We were standing in the middle of the road and what happened drew a crowd. I heard the police siren and knew they were heading that way since a lot of drivers were blazing their car horns to call our attention.

"It does! This car costs more than your damned wretched life!" I yelled at her.

That hit her hard. She stood frozen as tears filled her eyes instantly. I knew my mistake just then. It wasn't one word; it was two soul-ripping words.

When the tears fell down her cheeks, I tried to touch her and apologize for what I said, but she became flexible again and she found her voice.

"No, don't touch me," she pushed my hand away.

I expected her to run away. Yeah, I'm a dîck and she doesn't deserve to suffer because of me. There are many despicable sides of me that she's yet to see.

She could just leave like the others. I had asked myself what was wrong with me that everyone kept walking out of my life, and here's the answer.

But why isn't she leaving? Why did she go back into the car and sit down like nothing happened while tears streamed down her cheeks?

"Hey, Misters! Is there a problem here?" A young police officer came over.

Max has been my driver for five years. He doesn't drive me daily. He is a genius when it comes to handling vehicles so I trust him with the company's cars sometimes and drive myself.

"No, sir! There's not a problem!!" The van driver replied.

"Then you should clear the road if you two have settled your differences. This is a public road, and you can't keep blocking it." Another cop said.

"Max, let's get outta here!" I furiously went back into the car ignoring the cops.

As people cleared the road and the car moved forward, I became sad, and I didn't know how to start apologizing. That's not something I enjoy doing!

It was hell for me sitting in that car watching her tears flow uncontrollably while I looked handicapped. I was sore in her eyes. God damnit! This lady was only trying to help me by sacrificing her body, happiness, time, and risking her life and I do this to her?

When the car pulled up in my mansion, I jumped down as Max was still parking the car properly and rushed over to her side.

She didn't look at my face as she stepped down from the car and walked straight inside. I ran after her while I tried to get her to listen but my son's voice stopped me in my tracks when I got to the door.

"I'm sorry, sir. He kept saying that he wanted to see you and there's nothing I could do to change his mind." Mrs Briggs apologized for bringing Tim home so soon.

Now this woman found it easy to apologize for doing absolutely nothing wrong. Why is it so hard for me to do the same while I insulted someone I should be worshiping for saving me?

I watched Tim hug Vera and she didn't push him away or show how upset she was right then. If I was the one hurting and my son came close, he's a goner, but look at her! Maybe because she's a woman.

"Thanks for helping my dad. I don't know what was wrong with him, but I'm glad you made him feel better." Tim clutched her legs passionately.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to thank me. The only way to show appreciation is to be cheerful and always wear a smile for me. Okay?" She forced a smile to her face as she squatted down to his height.

"Your eyes are red, and tears are coming out of them. Were you crying?" Tim asked worriedly.

"Look at you! You are such a darling!" She laughed loudly and I got no hint of sadness again. "Believe me when I say this, grown-ups don't cry; it isn't right for them to do that. Something fell into my eyes while I was packing my stuff earlier,"

"Packing your stuff? Wait, are you going to be staying with us? Like me and Daddy?!" He beamed.

"Yep! My bag is…"

"Let's go get it. I'm so excited!" Tim jumped up as he ran outside. Vera followed him, I was invisible to her eyes as she walked past me.

"Sounds great! I beg to take my leave now, sir." Mrs Briggs managed to squeeze herself out of the house as I was standing in the doorway.

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