Fated

11. Wanna touch them?

                                                                                JANE POV

Accident. Car. Blood. Mom. Dad. Stop thinking. Stop thinking, you shouldn't be thinking about it. The sound of tries screeching buzz in my ear. Heart pounds faster. I start to breath heavily. No, not now. Relax. Breathe. Try to breath. I turn around, trying to catch breath. The sound of car turning around runs in my ears. No. Don't. Stop thinking. Breath. I try to take deep breath. Calming myself.

"Mam, here is the file." She comes back with file in her hand.

"Thanks." I say and take file from her.

I come out of the hotel, trying to catch my breath. After a minute or so, I became normal. I can't let it affect me. I rub my face. Come on Jane. You have to forget about it. Even though it's hard to. You can't let it affect you every time.

Christian comes out. "Did you collected the file?" He asks.

I look at him. Unable to speak. My voice got struck.

"Did you see a ghost or what? Why did you look so pale?" Christian asks. He frowns.

"No.....nothing." I somehow manage to say. "File.... Is here." I say and show him the file.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"I am." I say. "File." I extend my hand to him, which was holding the file.

"Keep it with you." He says. "Let's go home." He says and walks.

"But... You have work." I tell.

"We're going home."

He goes to his car and sit inside. Waiting for me. I have no energy to argue with him. I go and sit inside. He starts the engine and drove us to home.

I keep on telling myself to not think about that night, but can't. It comes to me when I least expected to. Good thing for sure is that from past few years, I didn't have any attacks like I used to have after the accident. Bad thing is that, accident keeps on replaying in my head whenever I sleep. The same scene, the same dream. I couldn't erase that memory or that feeling. Every night I sleep I wake up from the same dream. Just like now, I woke up, while Christian is sleeping like baby, beside me.

I turn on the bed, trying to sleep. Which I did after an hour. I slept. I woke up the next morning, dull. It's not new for me. There are days like these. Or should I say it's a usual and regular norm for me to start my day. There are hardly days when I woke fresh. I feel being tangled by my past. The more I want to free myself the more I am struck. I wish we had bad memory eraser that could erase those bad memories. Which is impossible in real life. I sigh heavily and peel myself from the bed. I woke straight to the bathroom. 

When I crash into a firm yet soft wall. The warmth was radiating from the wall. The smell of bath products hits my nose.

I took a step back. Fair skin color, muscles, water droplets. My gaze moves up, abs, pecs, broad shoulder, sexiest collar bone I ever saw, to those sharp tighten jaws, to long nose. Finally, to grey dark eyes. Our eyes meet. For a moment, I felt the world has stopped. My mouth starts to water. His muscles look firm yet soft. How would they feel, when touched? Christian looks amused, a tint of playfulness in his eyes and a playful smirk on his lips. His hair wet from shower. His face has cold expression(as usual), but his cheeks a little red from shyness. He is blushing.

It took me minutes to finally come to my senses. I was shamelessly staring half naked Christian. He even caught me red handed staring at him. A sudden wave of embarrassment hit me. My cheeks turn red. I close my eyes and turn around, "I am so sorry." I shallow the lumps formed in my throat. I was lusting over him, what going on with me? I've to seriously admit he has well defined abdominal muscles.

Christian takes a step towards me, closing the gap between us. His place his hands on my waist. My breath is taken away. My heart beats faster. Something within my deep heart opens up, my feelings which were suppressed, bounced like spring. He leans his head towards me. His lips touches my outer shell of ears. My whole body shivers under his touches. He felt it too. His smirk grew wider. His hands slowly moves from waist to my stomach to wrap around forming belt around my waist. Butterflies flying in my stomach. My heart pounds. Thud. Thud. Cheek turns red. What is wrong with me? I shouldn't be reacting like this?

"Do you want to touch them?" Christian whispers in my ear, Sending shivers down my body. He is flirting with me but it's working. My body is reacting to his advances.

"No....no..... I....." I am left speechless. My mind goes blank. "I..."

"You what?" He speak in my ears. Goosebumps growing over my skin. My heart pounding hard. I have never been this close to anyone. I always try to maintain or put distance between me and the person in front or me. I don't like anyone invading my personal space. I feel nervous, anxious when someone is close to me.

Christian pulls me to him by my waist. My back on his chest. He wraps his hands around my waist. Securing me. I can feel warmth coming from his body. I can't move. I am stuck, my body doesn't want to move away from his embrace.

"Let me go." I try to free myself. But, his hold gets tighter.

I try to move his hands away from him. Seeing me struggle. He let's me go. I hurriedly put distance between us. Without glancing a look at him, I dash towards the bathroom. I could hear him laugh. I feel so so embarrassed.

I quickly get ready for the work. Christian drove me to work. It has become our routine. He would drive me to work and from work. It's like I am struck with him 24/7. We are with each other at the home, during work and even driving to work. It's like I am his shadow following him everywhere.

Christian's schedule is little busy, today. He has meetings after meetings. One with suppliers, other one with clients, one with international client and investors.

While working, I got an email. I open the mail to read. It's regarding the investment I did on a business. The business in which I invested, made huge profit, it's the mail regarding about with information. Beside being Christian's secretary, I also invest in businesses. It all started when I invested in an small business. With the returns and also the profit, I earned. I invested again in other business. Again in other businesses. Though not as wealthy as Christian, I have earned enough to live well in future. I know investments can be risky. You have to take risks in your life.

I am doing it for my Nana. I want her to live a better, best life.