"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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"My name is not Dakota. In fact, I have no name."
"What do you mean?" I blink at him perplexedly.
The silence of his lips continues to grow my curiosity and confusion.
Dakota takes a deep breath and his shoulders slump more like he is gathering the courage to speak.
"My mother was a housemaid, who got pregnant by a married guy. None of them wanted me, so she left me in a local orphanage where she was raised. There, the caretakers used to call me Dakota's son and I thought it was my name, so I started using it everywhere. Until it was very late and I was stuck with this name."
I feel a clench in my chest, like someone squeezing my beating heart from all sides. Though his voice sounds normal, I could feel the hidden pain behind his every word.
"I never understood why everyone made fun of my name and called me a girl." He murmurs to himself.
My hands clutch on to my side like a coward as I do not have the courage to console him. I couldn't imagine how badly he must have been bullied by his classmates.
Childhood should be carefree, making friends, playing in the sun.. Not living like a nightmare for every day of your life.
No doubt why he is full of darkness.
"You are lucky you have a good family and a protective brother who cares for you." He sighs deeply and I bite my lips looking away.
I always fought with my parents coz I was not treated like their favorite child, only to realise he didn't even have parents from the beginning.
Or ever got pampered as a child.
"I got a call in the office in your name. It was your brother."
My eyes snap up to him in shock. What did he say? What did he say? My anxiety asks as well.
"He wanted to talk to you because you are not returning his calls and didn't even see his delivered messages." Dakota tells me in a calmer tone, whereas I sizzle like a chicken in hot oil.
"Oh shit! I-I didn't know he would do that." Right now, even my anxieties are having anxieties.
I feel a hand on my elbow and I almost flinch with the sudden touch. I look up, green eyes bore deeply into mine. "Emara.. Relax."
I couldn't relax.
My heart rattles as I look at this beautiful piece of art.
Dakota's face is like walking straight into a stunning wall. He looks like someone whose bed is always crowded and someone who never runs out of option in girls.
And yet, he is looking down at a girl with barely any talent to strip for him.
"I talked to Ethan, and I told him you were in the intern department, which is not yet included in company's HR division. But you should call him back. He was really worried about you."
