Whispers Of Redemption

Chapter 18, Cold Hearted

I picked up the parcel, thanks it didn't spill on the floor. As I got up, the door opened and there I met the coldest eyes ever. He looked down at me. His eyes had a mix of rage,  resentment, and something else I couldn't quite figure out. I felt my blood boiling and the ground I stood on slowly becoming hollow.

" Uh.. I.. I'm sorry to interrupt, I j..just arrived here, so take it." I gave him the food parcel. He looked down at it before shifting his gaze back to me. My heart thumped wildly and I felt rage in my heart. He didn't take it

" I know it's strange m..me bringing you these, I..I just thought to give you something as a thank you, but if you won't take it..d.. don't worry, I'll understand." I stated as I was stammering so badly not sure why. He took it, and without saying anything, he slammed the door in my face just like that, not even saying a simple thank you. I felt rejected, leaving the place my heart feeling heavy.

Getting back to Kayla, we drove home, and when we got there, she freshened up, changed, and left for work. I was left alone in the house. I took my phone and realized I'd received an email from Rebecca Montez, a reminder of tomorrow's shoot. I never believed that one day I'd get to work with a big celebrity like her. It was a big step in my life, all thanks to Jake

Thinking of Jake, I still didn't believe he was so cold-hearted to the extent that the poor girl was begging for his love, but he couldn't care less about what she was feeling. I felt what Julianne was feeling because I have been betrayed before and it hurts so badly. At least Jack didn't speak harsh words to me, unlikely him the cold stone.

I went to the balcony and sat on the sofa, busy with my phone, which helped me kill the boredom inside me.
Later that night, Bruno came to me, telling me that Jake was waiting for me in his car. I prepared wearing brown cargo pants, a yellow hoodie, and a pair of black to white high platform sneakers, leaving my hair flowing at my back

Going outside the gate, his car was parked a few feet forward, so I went to it and got in the other door. He was a little different today because he was in a white shirt with folded sleeves on his bold hands, guess he took off his black coat. The white color almost matched his pale skin, making him look more handsome. The car immediately left and we were on the road.

" Why did you come to my office without telling me?" After a long silence, he finally spoke

" I didn't plan to come there. It just happened," I spoke seriously, not looking at him. I knew it was rude, but he does that almost every day.

" Whatever you heard, I want you to shut your little mouth and act like you never heard anything." he was threatening me, and I felt vexed by his words. I didn't reply to that, my eyes glued on the passing street lights.

" You hear me?" He barked

" That was rude though!" I spoke quickly, he was quiet. " Well, you could've been a little nicer; you dragged her into it, and the words you were saying, Maan! So cruel!" The rage was taking over me, I found myself angry for what he did.

" Shut up and mind your business." he glared at me, and I looked back at him.

"You were playing with somebody's feelings. Do you even know how it hurts? why am I asking this anyway? it's not like you care!"

" Are you jealous?"

" Am I supposed to?" I scoffed " Some people are just so cold-hearted?" I muttered under my breath looking outside again. But I guess he heard it.

" You are right, Miss Laurence; maybe I'm cold-hearted, that's why I took you out of that whoredom, or maybe I'm so cold-hearted that I put a roof over your head, or maybe because I'm paying out seeking big deals for you. Yes, you are right, Miss Laurence. I'm cold-hearted," he panicked, and I blamed myself for being harsh to him; he was right. It's his life anyway.