Loving You

Chapter Nineteen

©2017 P.B. Panes

My phone keeps on ringing during the duration of my ride. I know who is the caller and I keep on ignoring every ring of it and every text message I receive since I left his penthouse. How rich does he is? He has many men outside and intimidating. Clearly by his business, he really has to have that much to protect his life.

I cursed inside my head for having the biggest mistake I had done in my life, first for believing Jack and now Alexander’s intention of me. I don’t want to be one of his mistress if he has a girlfriend already, I can work for him as his maid if I had to get the house but not his woman as long as he is in the relationship, and especially it is the one who break me after seeing Jack openly doing it behind my back.

My phone rings again after I reject the first one but it’s a number I didn’t recognized and registered on my phone.

“Samantha Jones.” I answered down the line, but there’s no reply. “Hello? Who is this?”

     “Where are you?”  I almost grasp in surprise hearing his voice over the line after waiting for a few seconds. The voice hits me like a bullet throughout my heart. I almost slip the phone on my hand, when I hear his coldest voice I had ever heard from him. I envision him, pacing, fuming in rage on what I done assault my mind. Even just his voice gives me this effects, making me unsettling especially now that I disobey his order to his men.

    I compose myself before answering. “Somewhere.” I said.

    I hear him sigh deeply. Deeply that I know he was containing his rage and prolonging his patience. “Where are you? Why are you running from me?”

    I was silenced from his inquire and I still from his question. I look out the window as I clutch my handbag tightly on my lap as the bus stops, halting on the block near my apartment. I realized awhile ago that I don’t have much money on me so I decided to take the bus instead of a cab just to get here on my apartment. Before I stand up and get off the bus, I hung up. It rings again immediately. I put it on inside my bag when I notice several passengers are looking at me when I was still rooted on my place and immediately I get off, without looking at them.

    I walk fastly on my heels as yesterday night occurs again inside my mind. How he made me feel, how his callous hands feel on my skin. Everything before I knew he has a girlfriend. I shut all images on my mind even though everything of it is wonderfully good and hot. Shaking my own head, I take the keys inside my bag and I am thankful that the movers is not here already or I will be dealing with them.

    My phone again, beeps a text as I put my bag on the sofa when I reach our small living room compare to what Alexander have. Taking off my heels I had the night during my date with Tom, I go to the kitchen and take a glass of water which I really needed right now. The phone keeps on ringing to my annoyance.

    Why can’t he just stop? Going to the living room, I grab my phone and open the first text message I see in the screen.

Answer your phone!

I open the other one and receive the same message. Just as I about to put it inside my bag, it rings again.

Leave me alone.

I hit send and not long he replies,