His Dark Heart

Chapter-3

Chapter-3

Helen Green's POV

I threw the file of Hastings company on the edge of the table and took another file, boringly opening it to. I put my left hand elbow on the table and rested my cheek on my palm.

It's been five days since I met Dean Patrick, The Dark Heart and today is Friday. After I came home, that day, my heart kept beating so fast. I was so happy. So happy that he asked me on a date. But all went into drain when I remembered that we didn't exchange phone numbers to call. Now how will he know, where my house is?

That is why I am sitting here sadly doing my files and oh... once again... once again remembering how stupid I was and am.

"Hey Helen!", I heard Crystal's voice after a knock. She is my best friend and colleague since I joined here. I told her everything that happened the next day. She has been kept trying from that day to change my mood, but she didn't succeed. She came inside my cabin and sat on the chair infront of me.

"Hey", I murmured dryly.

"Come on Helen. Cheer up. What happened, happened. You can't change it. Now come on, let's go and eat lunch. I am very hungry!".

"No Crys! I can't cheer up. It's not like I meet my favourite artist every day, whom I admire with all my heart and then know that he is not old like I think, but is a sexy Greek god, near whom I had admired and told my feelings about his paintings stupidly without knowing he is the Dark Heart and it's not like everyday he asks me on a date and I leave without taking his phone number" I said loudly.

"Okay... I am sorry. But I don't like seeing you like th-", she started to say, but my phone rang. I picked it up to see who it is, but it's some unknown. Who might be calling me? I decided to lift the call and pushed the green signal to side on my touch screen.

"Hello", I said rudely. Crystal gave me a look. I ignored it.

"I think some one is not in a good mood. I will call you later", a deep, sexy voice said from other end of the line. That voice... I can never forget even in my dreams. I sat straight in my chair. I looked at Crystal and saw that she has a curious look on her face.

"Mr. Patrick?!", I asked shocked and also to confirm, wether I am dreaming or it's true. Crystal also had the same look.

"Yes Ms. Green it's me and please call me Dean".

"How...how did you get my number?", I asked him completely ignoring that he said me to call him, by his first name.

"That's not the matter Ms.Green. Did you remember about the date?".

"Of course". It is all that is in my mind these five days. How can I even forget?

"Good. So... I just called to tell you that be ready by 7 O' clock in the evening. I will come to pick you up". What? Did I hear it right, he, will come to pick me up?