Mr. Ruthless

Chapter 19

Picture of Zander.

Eleanor's POV

Zander held the door and waited for me to get in. I gazed up at the car seat. This car surely isn't made for a person like me. I literally would have to climb into the seat if I ever wanted to get in.

"Can you just get in already." he spoke impatiently as he fiddled with his phone, clearly not realizing my struggle.

I awkwardly shifted around, "I-I can't."

He lowered his phone and let go of the side of the door, gazing me up and down before a small smile tugged at his lips. I blushed, of course this was amusing to him. Before I had the time to speak I was already lifted into the air and placed in the car seat.

I mumbled a silent thank you, expecting him to close the door but instead he ushered closer. My heart was thumping strongly against my chest as his face neared mine. I held my breath in anticipation. Was he going to kiss me?

It was only when I heard the familiar click of my seatbelt snapping in place when I realized my mistake. He wasn't going to kiss me. I somehow felt both disappointed and relieved and I felt my cheeks heating up. This time he noticed because he touched my cheeks softly before retracing his hand and closing the door.

He got in on the other side and we sat in a moment of silence. There roamed a strong tension which neither of us felt like breaking.

Zander's POV

It was only a 20 minutes ride to my apartment but it felt like an hour. I could feel her eyes bore into the side of my face. I wanted to snap and tell her to stop staring but for some reason I didn't mind having her eyes on me. It calmed me.

She's just looking at your scars.

My hands tightened around the wheel. Was she? Was that what occupied her thoughts? How repulsive they are? I shrugged the feeling away.

I don't care.

"We're here." I parked the car and got out, I walked over to her side but before I had the chance to do so, she opened her door herself. I bit my tong in annoyance. She fiddled with the seatbelt and moved closer to the car exit. She hesitantly stretched her foot out, trying to reach the bottom.

I smirked when her toes merely grazed the ground. Before I knew it she tumbled down, instinctively I grabbed her body before she hit the floor. She gasped and mumbled an awkward sorry as she hurriedly slipped out of my grasp as if it had burned her.

Why is she so unimaginably clumsy?

"Where are we going?" she wondered as she noticed I steered her away from the main entrance.

"Taking a short cut." I mumbled, it wasn't a lie. Sort of. But I wasn't up for explaining to her why I didn't want to be seen with her. I never brought a girl home, the only girl they'd seen me take inside was my sister.

I lead her into the elevator. She hesitated before getting in after me. I leaned against the metal bar as I watched her body tense. Her eyes fluttered down and her hands grasped the fabric of the shirt she was wearing. My shirt.

"La mia camicia tis ta bene, amore mio." I muttered, her eyes rose until they met mine. She looked at me questioningly, clearly not knowing what I just said. I didn't bother to translate.

(Translation: My shirt looks good on you, my love.)

Once we reached my floor I walked out, trusting she'd follow. I grabbed my key and pushed the door open, sighing in contentment to be home at last. I dropped the bag beside the door, making a mental note to unpack later. I waited for the familiar sound of the door falling in its lock but it never came. I turned around.