A Genuine Infatuation and A Theorem for Love

Chapter 13

Paul swerved his leg high over the motor-bike and strode towards Zach. I sped towards him the instant I had climbed down and managed to tug at his wrist. We were within reach of the red Porsche and the figure lying against it. As on cue, Paul struggled against my grip.

“Let go of me, Linnie! Now!” he freed his arm and continued at his seething pace.

Yet again, I reached for his navy, slim T-shirt while he fought against my hold on his arm. At a distance, I could distinguish Zach’s amusement at our petite brawl.

“Paul, listen to me. Let me handle this, please?” I pleaded with him, my voice being barely distinct against the calmness of the night. Paul closed his eyes and gradually, his heart-beat resumed at its ordinary rhythm. He ran his fingers through his dark hair.

“I’ll speak to him, Linnie. I give you my word that I shall deal with him in utmost composure.” With that he came up to Zach and began the most formidable of conversations.

“Paul Alexander,” Zach acknowledged and outstretched his arm. Paul merely nodded and concealed his palms within the skin-tight pockets of his denim.

“Where’s Samuel? Why isn’t he here?” he asked nonchalantly. I enclosed the pint-sized gap away from Paul. He was yet tensed; I could sense it through his sheer garment.

 A slight chuckle escaped Zach’s lips and his gaze traversed over mine for a nanosecond. He considered Paul for a while and said, “Well, Sam’s present at the restaurant, by now. He’s asked me to kindly escort his fiancée there”.

“I need affirmation on that. Put me on the line with Samuel.” I stared hard at Paul. I had never witnessed him guarding me with such brashness of attitude. It was a new sight to him, one that I was almost beginning to fear critically.

“Alright …” Zach dragged and looked between us. I chose to appear stable and not give away other emotions that surfaced on the brink of my mind. He let out an airy, soundless whistle and reached for his phone. With an air-gesture of unlocking it, he instantly dialled up Samuel’s number.

Zach held up the large, slim phone between us, presumably a latest version of the Samsung mobile series. A few rings proceeded: the call was being functioned on loud-speaker.

“Yes, Zach. What is it?” a voice drawled from the other end: strained and yet bothered. Come what may, my pulse played havoc against my ribs. I cringed mentally at the thought of self-betrayal.

“It’s your fiancée’s brother. He demands to speak to you, personally.” Paul snatched the phone, subsequently and held it to his earlobe.

“I believe it is you who would be marrying my sister, Samuel. Is there a decent explanation for his presence, instead?” he demanded promptly.

“Whoa … Calm down, brother. I sent Zach there to bring her over, okay?” Samuel pronounced each syllable with complete indifference to Paul’s frustration towards him.

“Alright …” Paul resolved with grimness and returned the phone back to its owner, who disconnected the call.

“I’ll be escorting my sister. You can lead the way, Zacharias,” he stated flatly. My jaw almost dropped.

I switched glances to and fro. The rigidity did not seem to relax any sooner. I dragged Paul’s fore-arm back to the black rider awaiting us. Zach seemed stunned by Paul’s pronouncement, too.

While I adjusted my helmet, Zach’s vehicle spurred to life and he drove away. Paul followed closely, with a stealthy drive.

That was quite a show … I could hear Miranda’s voice emerge low and chirpy from the hands-free. I had momentarily forgotten her well-devised plot.