Sting » Louis

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No. That couldn't have been possible. There was no way that Louis, the boy that I knew far too well, was a high ranking executive in Britain's greatest company. And his past, which he, himself told me didn't consist of higher education at any university. How on earth was he a vice president? Could this even be real? Could I have been dreaming?

He was sitting at his office, opposite the door where I was standing. I am sure that I looked like a complete idiot. Mouth wide open, eyes ready to tear, arms awkwardly holding my sides. I didn't bother collecting my files that fell from my hands seconds before, I was too starstruck to even move an inch.

Louis didn't acknowledge me. As I was watching him in my vulnerable state, he looked really interested in the files in his hands, reading them thoroughly, as it seemed. His  eyebrows knitted together, his left fingers running gently at the edges of the papers, his right hand signing occassionally.

And then my eyes moved to his face. His hair was perfectly styled back, light stumbble had started growing on his cheeks and around his mouth. I let myself examine him even further. He was wearing a grey suit jacket, rolled up to his elbow, revealing his tattoos. A white shirt was visible through his jacket.

That man surely was gorgeous, but it wasn't my Louis. That man was nothing like the carefree boy that I had met four years before. With that ruffled hair, his wild, sharp as a knife stubble and his wide smile. That Louis radiated a coldness and unfamiliarity. He surely seemed sophisticated, older and mature, but something inside me broke.

A few droplets of rain, fell on the glass wall behind him, creating a peacefuness in the sensed atmosphere. No. I was tensed, I was trembling from fear. From dread, maybe? How small and insignificant did I feel inside his office for those mitutes. It felt like hours. And his ignorance made me want to burst into tears. And I didn't really know why.

Everything seemed so complicated.

Even though I was unable to do anything, except simply staring at him, I remember his heavy cologne and the aroma of the freshly made tea that he was drinking. I remember the sound of the drops falling on the glass behind Louis and the one of his heavy breathing.

He surely had seen me, while I was getting inside. But why didn't he talk? Did he hate me that much to ignore me? All I wanted was a look. His blue eyes looking at me, just for a millisecond. Nothing else. Maybe I wanted to hear his voice, the voice that told me he loved me every single day.

And all my thoughts were interrupted. I watched him as he lifted his head slightly to meet my stare, but his eyes were focused down. Slowly and timidly his crystal orbs reached my green ones. A gasp left my mouth as I saw him clearly now. I knew that moment why all of the girls that worked there were crazy about him.

"Miss Carter, have a seat." he spoke so coldly and professionally as if it was the first time he ever saw me.

It took me some seconds to tear my intense stare him and stumble to the seat that he was gesturing. On my way, I quickly picked my files and sat down, inspecting him. What has happened to him? After all of those years what could possibly have happened to make him change so much?

Could he possibly have another woman in his life? Was he unable to talk and look at me because of his despise? Now that I would be working there, could he possibly stand me after my rejection? And I, myself didn't want him there, as my boss. I knew that the longer I were with him, the deeper in love I would fall with him. But I was engaged, soon to be married, and I didn't want to hurt Max. He didn't deserve it; the betrayal.

I wanted to die that day, it would have been better for everyone, and most importantly Louis. He had to move on. But the heart can't be controlled. I knew that too. While I was looking at him, I could see the sorrow and pain in his eyes. He was lost his spark, his power. He was broken, just like I was.

He cleared his throat before speaking again.

"Jay saw potential in you, she was impressed by your studies..." he said almost bitterly, his gaze avoiding mine.

'Jay'? I thought. Who was she? My question was answered shortly after. Louis explained that it was the president's name. The intimacy between the two made me cringe. She was too old for Louis, it was impossible that was a relationship between them. Yet again how did he have such a position? I shook my thoughts away. That was unacceptable. I shouldn't have cared.

His gaze rose from his desk back to me and a frown took its place on the male's face, but disappeared quickly. 

"You'll have to go to mr. Smith first to sign your contract and talk about your salary." he stopped, rose from his seat and extended his hand for a handshake. "It was a pleasure." he said starkly.

I looked at his hand for some seconds and reluctantly sat up, moving my stare to his eyes. There was no emotion behind them, no sign of love or sympathy. Nothing. Just like my heart that moment. My vision was starting to get blurry from the tears that had started to form. I refused to humiliate myself before the man that made me so in pain.

I put my hand in his and shook it slightly, retrieving it hastily. I turned and grabbed my bag and files, heading to the door. And I stopped midway. I looked at him.

"Why do you hate me?" I mumbled as a tear fell from my right eye down to my cheek.

I opened the door and went out quickly, before he could answer. I rubbed my tear away and smiled slightly at his brunette secretary.

I walked then as fast as I could to the elevator and surrundered myself to grief.

How would Max and my mother react if they knew that Louis, the scrumbag was my employer? They would never let me work at that company, to make my dream come true. Why couldn't I feel as I should? Must?  

Why couldn't I hate him, after everything? 

Love. Shall we deny it when it visits us? Shall we deny what we are given?

Sometimes, it would be for the best. And the best was to marry Max.

For the sake of both of us...

I know it's been a long time since I updated, but I had author's block. This is probably the worst chapter. Write below anything that you don't like about the story or you don't understand, so I could impove it. And vote.

Also I have started a new Louis paranormal story "Delusional", go check it out.

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