chapter 9

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Woo Young's pov:
It's been a few days already and she never really left my mind.

I was currently in my office when all of a sudden my phone started ringing. It was her.
I wanted to grab my phone and respond immediately but I stopped myself and waited a few seconds so she won't think I am desperate even tho I think I am, just for her tho. I grabbed my phone and answered.
- Maria? Hello!
- Hello, Mr. Jung.
She was so cold. What's going on?
- Is everything okay? I hope I don't sound rude, but something seems off.
- Yeah everything is fine. I called you to tell you that the trial will be next week, on friday at 9 am.
- Oh, alright, perfect.
-Alright, that would be all, have a great day mr. Jung!
- Wait-
And she closed the call.
Now what the fuck was this. Was this the woman that had been in my mind recently? Was she mad at me? Did she think I did something wrong? I was angry, I was furious and I would lie if I said I wasn't even concerned. I was mad at the situation, I was confused and I didn't know what's wrong. I decided to call again. Nothing. She wasn't answering. I felt then how my stomach dropped and I started worrying and overthinking, again .

Maria's pov:
It was wrong. Everything was wrong. I let that man in my home, we went on a dinner date not so long after we just met. What was that? Date? Pffff... sure but, he is a mafia leader. A dangerous man. Why did I let him that close. He gets what he wants, I am just a part of his game. What if... he got close to me so I can help him out. What if this is just one of his lies and a technique to have succes. What if after the trial he will forget me?... Is there even something to forget? Do I want him to think there is something? What if he doesn't feel like I do? But what do I feel ?

So many questions flew in my mind, only to be denied and flooded by others. I was so naive, so stupid and unprofessional to let my guard down. I could feel a hint of worry at the phone, like he cared. Oh please who are we talking about. He is Jung Woo Young, a mafia leader. The most dangerous person. The phone rang again but I didn't even reached it. As much as my heart aches for some reason, I have to get distant, I have to forget what once was, there was nothing to begin with. Of course, we went to have dinner and he came to my house, bought me flowers, led my to my doorstep... but that means... nothing. It's just a game. It's all a lie. Like all of the beautiful things that I have lived.

Woo Young's pov:
It's now Friday and I honestly barely concentrate at my work. Nothing felt right lately, I didn't know if it was the weather like the people like to say or if it had to do with a certain brown eyed woman that couldn't leave my mind since that day. I missed her presence, I was sad and worried that I will soon loose what made me happy for the first time since I was a little kid. But just the simple thought of loosing her made me depressed.

Putting my suit on, I got ready for the trial, but even tho I wanted to see her so badly, I also didn't. It was because I had a bad feeling. A feeling that made my stomach make turns and trust me, that shit never happened.

8:30 am

I almost got there, I have my men with me and everyone is taking photos and looking at me while we get out of the car. I am in front of the court and I get ready to enter. The thing is, I am not even stressed about the trial as much as I am to look into her eyes. What will she say? Will she even look at me?

Maria's pov:
I was sitting there, in the courtroom waiting, disappointed in what I have done. Disappointed in myself. I will give the best of me at this trial and after that I won't have to see him. The thought of that tho, made me sad. Sure we barely knew each other, but it feels like I knew that man for a lifetime.
He was there, standing now in the room, same room as me. Waiting. I could feel his presence on my frame yet again, but this time it wasn't admiration, it was a look full of worry and emotion.
However, I couldn't even look into his eyes, afraid that I might regret. Was this just my inner self distancing myself because of what I had been through? Or was it something else? I don't know, but I know is that I felt sad. And I couldn't hold it , I turned my head slowly, only to meet his gaze already on me.

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