Aurora

chapter 8

Sulking wouldn't do me any better. My mind was running on another high, and it scared the shit out of me. The high my boss had set me on, the one that made my body ache with vivacious need.

I wanted to deny that he was wrong, that my body wasn't hungry for him, the spark that lit up my entire being few minutes ago was repercussion of my negligence. Albeit as much as I desired to prove him wrong, some part inside me, the reckless part who believed in loving irrevocably denied the thought.

Lying to people was easier but lying to one's inner self was impossible.

The breaths I took reverberated my body, echoing the walls of my ears as I felt the blood rushing back to the rightful places inside my body. Headache began to build in the center of my brain. The one that needed a good night's sleep and some hot-chocolate. My hands were still settled mid-air, and noises from the chirpy, busting coffee place danced across the bathroom. Right, home. I needed to go home. I needed to hug my brother, tell him the news of our mother, and let him know that whatever happens, I won't let it scratch him.

Before stepping out, I checked my hair, running my fingers through them, trying to make them settle. I wasn't a wildcat at all.

My boss and the traitor were perched on the seat, engaged in a silent conversation. Oh how much I wanted to slap this Mark guy on the face.

I reached the seat, placing my bag on my shoulder, ready to leave as I rounded the wooden table, leaned down and embraced my hands on either sides on the hands of his chair. I leveled my glare to Mark's and raised an index finger. "Playing with people's life must be your specialty but I'm not someone you'd fool around and never worry about the consequences. I promise to chop off your tongue dare you feed me with more lies. And I don't fucking bluff, Mr. Suez. Pray for your life for as long as you get to live, because it's not one life I plan to destroy now."

My boss's glare delved a hole into the side of my face, but I didn't bother to pay him any heed as I watched mark's eyes widening with fear. A smile etched on my face.

Sadist.

Yeah, pretty fucking much.

Leaning further, I felt my boss stiffening as I whispered into Mark's ears, his cologne embarking the presence as I inhaled, "one more time, I won't be so polite."

Retreating back, I walked into the most fashionable walk I could muster, making sure my ass flaunted and exited the cafe.

After trying to behave like the baddest bitch alive, I ordered an Uber and took a ride home. The driver looked familiar, a trimmed beard, small forbidden cuts adorning the cheeks as if he were in the military before. Maybe we'd collided. The city was huge, so of course that could be possible.

Blood colored his cheeks, evident he was intimidated by my stare. Regardless, his eyes remained glued to the road ahead. Maybe he was some serial killer I saw the poster of? Maybe some real famous artist I'd forgotten about living in disguise?

Or maybe, you're over thinking everything?

Probably that, I was born with existential crisis.

Busy streets blinked by, lights twinkling the city. I felt them mocking me. The sky was laughing with so many stars, the wind hustled as some of the leaves departed to some other journey.

My phone buzzed, interrupting my train of thoughts. It was from an unknown caller, most likely spam but I still decided to check the text.