Beauty and The Beast

Thirty

I felt the regret the second i laid my hand on her face. How could i do that. Her cheek was red from the painful sting i made. How could i do that to the woman i love. I felt my tears on my cheek. But the hurt she was feeling right now had nothing compared to my hurt feelings. Seeing her sleeping with a strange guy, how could she mentioned the word love after what she did to me.

I walked of the bedroom, because i knew if i didn't walked out immediately I'd break down and hug her. I stared at the window battling inside, wether i did the right thing to kick her out or not. I heard the door from the bedroom opened. My breath was caught in the middle of my throat. I knew she was standing there, but i couldn't face her right now. I heard her steps, but the steps weren't going to near me, instead the steps were going far. I heard the front door opened. My knees went weak when i heard the front door was closed. She was gone, she left. I kicked her out my life, and now she left forever.

I fisted my palms and held back my tears and anger. I walked back to my bedroom to see her worn dress and heels that she wore this morning. She had changed. I opened her closets and drawers, she brought nothing but clothes that was on her body right now. She didn't fucking take a jacket, how could she face the cold breeze. Shit, even right now i was still care the hell out for her. My eyes catch something on the table. She left the watch i gave her, and the bracelet. I took the bracelet and punched the drawer hard i felt blood on my fist. The bracelet was the absolute prove that she left me, she was no longer here.

I spent two days doing nothing but drinking in my penthouse. Until I decided to go to the office today, because Andrea and Costner kept alarming me about the meetings and the papers to sign. But my days were a autopilot mode, my days were lifeless. I didn't know the reason to live anymore instead of work and work. I buried my self with work. If it wasn't work hour, i forced my self at the gym for hours, forcing my body until the picture of her got out from my mind. It had been a week since she left, i didn't know where she was right now, what she was doing right now. I refused when Costner offered me an investigation of her whereabouts.

I had a meeting with Mr.Callister today. It was our second meeting about our deal. I ushered him to walk in my office. He was with a guy around late twenties.

"How are you doing, Mr.Black ? May I introduce you to my nephew ? He is my intern still learning about business, so i hope you don't mind if i get him along our meeting ?" He said.

"Of course, Mr.Callister. He could join us."

"I'm Rob Dillon, Mr.Black. Nice to meet you." He offered his hand.

"Likewise. Son of Matthew Dillon ?"

"Yes, Sir. I will inherit his company, but i want to learn from my uncle first."

"Well, good choice. You have the best teacher, Rob."

I asked them to sit and opened the files. I handed them the files to read. Our meeting went well, it took two hours for us to wrap this up. I thanked him for the deal. I was going to open the door for them when Mr.Callister asked me something that struck me.

"How is Cassandra doing, Black ?"

I was stunned by his question and gave all my attention to him.

"What do you mean ?" I asked him back.

"Well, she wasn't that fine the last time i met her. I was on my way to the meeting last week when i found her at the lobby looking so lost and out of place. I asked my nephew to take her back to your house." He said.

"Yeah, i was the one who took her to your penthouse. She was so lost and confused, the way she was trembling concerned me." Rob added.

I loathed the fact that someone concerned about her. I glared at Rob but soon replaced with worry. The image of her trembling and lost, and i wasn't there to comfort her. It didn't sit well with me. But she had gone. Nothing for me to concern anymore.