Its been a week since that dreadful yet revealing incident and every single moment from that night onwards was turning gradually into Hell. The burning fire inside of me was killing me, almost as if making me hollow.
Just one push and I will break into million pieces
After the horrible moments, one good concern passed my hearing sense. Char was finally out of her miserable state, although she was not awake yet due to less energy but still I finally felt a bit of happiness, happy even at this news.
I haven't replied to Mr. Richardson's offer, nor did he push. He visited hospital almost everyday even though he was a billionaire and with that title, comes responsibilities.
He said that he understood my condition and that you could take as much time as possible to ponder over his offer to take us in. But I dont want to become someone's baggage. I wanted to be independent.
To make me feel better, and probably to gain my trust, he told me about his happy little family. He have three children. The eldest one is his son named Alexander, 24, he has completed his studies from Harvard university two months ago and now he is resting for a bit before joining Mr. Richardson at work.
Then his "angel" , his daughter, named Amara. According to him she's a "fashion-worm". Her closet is always up-to-date and she never misses any new fashion show. She is 18, in fashion designing school and her hobbies other than shopping are painting and baking chocolate goodies that she could eat all by herself.
Then comes his youngest son. Arion, 16, carefree, enthusiastic, charmer, class clown, love tennis. Winner in many competitions of latter one and hates chocolate.
Yes. Seriously this lad hates chocolate!
Currently I was so much happy that Char is competing the injuries very well, but still she's fragile.
I was currently Walking towards the elevator to reach grond floor, cafe and have a V large cup of strong hot espresso to wake my dying nerves up. As the door pinged open, there were some nurses and people walking out. I wait patiently for them then moved in quietly and pressed the G button.
I was lost in my own thoughts, standing with my hands in my jeans pocket, head hung down low and my leather flat boots clicking on the elevator's floor. The bell rang signalling that I've reached ground floor. I pushed myself forward from the wall as the door open and got knocked out, literally almost, by colliding with something harder than the hardest metal.
Ouchh.. my nose..
"What the.." velvety, deep, manly yet angry and confused voice filled my ears. I slowly started to raise my head up and beleive me, it took eternity to reach this mountain's peak. But its safe to say that journey was rather pleasent and candy to the eye.
Tf?
This hard rock, broad chest was covered in dark blue button up shirt. With tie that have check pattern. Then long strong neck. A little further up was his sharp chiseled jawline probably could be used to slaughter any girl's heart, was covered in 5 o' clock shadow. Then just a little way up was the full display of his full pink lips. Then his cheecks and nose with, probably, -no scratch that- surely, more structure than my entire life. Then the eyes which seems like melted chocolate pond, almost sucking you in. But this chocolatey pond was frozen. The ice and anger in his eyes, makes me shiver.
"You done checking a total complete stranger, me, out creep?"
He asked me . Actually no, I never discused his hairs. Brown, dark and looked so soft and - wait- did he just insulted me?! Ugh..
"Excuse me?!"I crosed me hands over my chest. I was furious at his arrogance. His eyes went down towards my chest and he smirked. THAT BASTARD My mouth hunged open but I closed it quickly. Time for revenge.
"Like what you saw? Creep."
Hashtag, cringe. That was pathetic, I know
His eyes reached my face and that evil smirk of his widened.
"What if I say I've seen better"
"Then you are just finding some ways to increase this converstion"
I smiled in victory and it soon faded when his eyes turned from cold to amused. Something bad was coming. I can smell it!
"Well, don't get your hopes up high. I don't settle for girl like you" He watched me from head to toe with bored expression, making me feel insecure and self conscious."Besides I like girls with high standards, and good height" did he just said that I'm short?! Even though I know I am!!
I just couldn't make any sentence to reply to that arrogant, bullying, perfect, hot, sexy bastard. So I just squeezed my self around him and walked- wait. Why did I came here? Then suddenly the smell of coffee flew past my nose as if putting me in trance and I let my nose and stomach led the way, making me forget about the sexy greek god I just met.
To bad! A face like his have the attitude bigger then the blue whale.
Dork.
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