The Devil with a Halo (On hold)

Chapter 5 - Broken Self

--Broken Self --

Mondays are pretty much everyone's worst nightmare, even mine. Although, I was looking forward to it the whole weekend, but now that it is finally here my sentiments are not the same anymore. 

After Erik's unannounced and short visit, my mind was in a furor. The news of me being involved in my family's drama, which I left years back was very unsettling. Only one man was able to get me my answers and I was not willing to go and ask him.

I decided to get ready for office. I chose black skinny jeans and a white dress shirt, perfect outfit for office. I tied my blonde hair in a high ponytail,  buckled my boots, got my purse and was as ready as ever for office when my doorbell rang. 

I frowned, it was a very unusual time for any visitors. I was not sure if I wanted to face anyone right now, but I nonetheless opened the door.Think of the devil and the devil is here.. was the first thought which came to my mind when I saw his devilishly handsome face.

"May I help you, Mr. Osorio?" I asked sarcastically, raising both my eyebrows at him. He don't deserve any greetings, at least not from me. 

"As a matter of fact, you can and that's why I am here." He replied, matching my tone and entered my apartment without asking for any permission. How rude and Diego like. 

"I never asked you to come in." I commented while he settled comfortably on my sofa. 

"But you would have eventually. I just saved your time and energy." He answered in his usual carefree tone. 

"I wou.." I trailed off, realizing it is of no use to argue with him.

Diego Osorio is the kind of man who is so ridiculous that arguing with him only makes you an idiot. You can never win and even if you did, you just end up doubting your own capabilities. 

"Why are you here?" I asked instead, putting my bag on the coffee table. I realized that as now he is here, he is not going to leave anytime soon. 

"Erik visited you, why?" I was shocked for a moment, how in the world he got the air of it? Is he...

"Are you spying on me?" I gasped, realizing it was a useless question since the answer was already obvious to me. 

"As smart as ever." He replied with a smirk. I could feel my temper flaring and reaching a dangerous level.

"How dare you ? Get out now!" I yelled, unsuccessful in my attempts of trying to control my anger. 

"Skylar, you know it was important." He said carefully, standing up from his comfortable spot on sofa and started walking forward. He looked concerned, probably because the anger boiling inside of me was evident to him too. 

"Don't dare come near me, Diego! I've had enough of you and your nonsense. Can't you leave me alone? Is it so tough for you to let me live on my own?" I screamed, anger running in my veins along with blood. The last time I was this angry was 5 years ago when I was still in Spain. The reason was the very same man who is the reason now.

"Skylar, calm down." He said and continued walking towards me. He stared into my eyes and looking into his peaceful green eyes made me feel a strange sense of serenity. I was still not in my best mood, but there is something in his eyes which helped me calm a bit.

"How am I involved?" I asked sternly.

"What?" He looked surprised, but soon his expressions came back to neutral.

"Diego, how am I involved now? I left everything..how am I involved now?" I asked once again. 

He looked at me without any expressions. He may or may not be clueless at the moment. It can be hard to read him  sometimes...well most of the times.