Accidental Ruination

16: Ding.

Chapter 16: Ding.

STACEY.

   I seemed to enjoy being ridiculed, yes, I did. As I knew too well that if it were any other person, they had be tired already,  they had stopped trying since what happened at the club.

Yet I couldn't, I wasn't any other person,  I had been through enough to never want to go back to the slump ever again.

So, here I was, at the front of his penthouse,  my phone clutch in my hands,  my eyes determined as I bit my lip over and over again.

"I am going in, " I informed Mia, who wouldn't stop calling me since I left the office.

"I don't think you are making the right decision, " she advised.

" I know, I... Know it's not right, but I have to do it, there's no other choice," I stated, my voice soft.

She inhaled a sharp breath, " can you do it alone then? You know how hard it is at the mention of his name alone, what if you have a panic attack again? "

" I will be okay M, just- just wait till I get back, then we can speak about this again, "

"Alright, be careful and don't get hurt alright,"

"Okay, " I bit my lip once again, as I cut the call.

I had felt the metallic taste if my own blood in my mouth, yet my nervous self couldn't help it.

I had made it a point to eat my usual burnt bacon this morning, yet it wasn't enough as I was hungry again.

Probably because it was 1:00 pm in the afternoon, Mr Aman was a private man from the beginning and he became even more seclusive after the wedding, it took my IT team all morning to find the location of his penthouse.

Thirty minutes to find his location, I was lucky enough to find out today was his off day, yes, i was very well aware how unpredictable the guy was, albeit, it wouldn't hurt to try.

unable to keep the news away from her her, i had to spend another half an hour explaining to Mia the reason I had been restless all day and the reason I turned up to work looking like 'a five days old corpse'

Her words not mine, which brought me to standing at the parking lot of Mr Aman's penthouse, staring at the tall building.

" you can do this girlie," I encouraged, " he wouldn't kill you,  just do all you can and it will be... alright?, "

Rolling my eyes at my failed pep talk, I headed into the building, praying like a maniac.

As the elevator lifted me to his floor if the building, butterflies gnashed at my stomach, the feeling felt just like it did when I met my first investor, I was dying with happiness and anxiousness.

Except, it was different this time, I was dying of dread and fear.

When I arrived at his penthouse, I forced my shaky hands to press on the cold electronic door bell.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.