Gillaume Men #01: Ranzar Craestok

CHAPTER 14: We are not friends

~Julliane Laurent ~

"What the hell are you doing in here Laurent!" I heard Craestok shout, as a loud noise took my attention away from a picture frame.

I quickly turned around and he suddenly grabbed my arms. And for the first time in meeting him, I saw Craestok mad and furious. Different from his distant attitude. I squirmed as his hold on my arm tightened.

"I asked you a question Laurent. What. are. you. doing. here?" he asked again for the second time, but this time putting emphasis on his question.

"I was just looking around", I answered, hoping he would loosen my arm, but no. He still held my arms.

At this point, I saw his expression is dark and uncertain. Which made me think that my curiosity took me to the wrong path this time.

"Let go of my arm Craestok", I sternly said as I tried to look unaffected by his expression and actions.

Craestok then just looked at me, not letting my arm go and his eyes were still dark. A few minutes probably passed or even just seconds, and he finally loosened his grip but still held my arm. 

He led me out of the room and then slammed the door as we got out. He then pushed me back on a wall and stared at me even more.

"You shouldn't poke your nose around Laurent", he spoke, as if threatening me. "You do not have the right to roam around here as if you own my house", he continued and his face became more darker.

"This is my house, Laurent. You do not touch nor do you go to any room just because you think we are friends", he said.

"We are not friends Laurent. We are two people who are civil with each other, and who have to perform and fulfill each other's duties. So I suggest that you get out of here since I think you have already done enough", he continued. Each word is clear and cut-throat.

"I'll tell my mother that our business is done and over since I think that you left Vincent pointers anyway. So, do not return here anymore. You are not welcome from here on out Laurent", he added and I somehow felt that someone prick my heart.

Though most people would think it was physical pain since he was still gripping my arm, but no, it wasn't that. It was the fact that while he was saying those words, his face may show anger and irritation, but his eyes looked so numbed and distant from me.

After he let go of my arm, I quickly exited his house. And rather than waiting for Vincent to offer me a ride back, I just called a cab. And throughout the ride back to Westbrook, I felt confused and hurt. 

I hated the way his words affected me, and I hated the fact that I thought things had changed. Of course, they wouldn't, we had only known each other for weeks, and even if it was like that, I shouldn't have assumed that we were at least friends.

When I reached the hotel, I quickly went to my room and turned on the showers to at least cool myself off. Though I was hurt, maybe this was for the best. Maybe this way, Ranzar Craestok would stop lingering and live in my head rent-free.

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