Third person POV
"Are you okay?"
His eyes shot open. Zenovia slammed the door close, she was concentrated on her files. She was on autopilot mode as she pour herself a glass of water while her eyes were focused on the piece of paper in her left hand. She went inside the study and slammed the door close with her right foot.
The bang from the door and the clatter from the kitchen had woken him up.
Every time at the climax of his nightmare zenovia appears with her ever so calm, gentle voice he heard her first time. Her Three simple words render him to feel something he hadn't in a long time.
He noticed zenovia had engaged herself in her office work after her phone vibrated. She walked out of that room twice after that, one for drinking water and in the evening to grab the sandwiches he made from what he had memorized after watching her.
He spent his sunday in the living room area.
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"Wake up, Rascal!" It was a bright morning. He woke up the next second she called out while rushing from bedroom to kitchen to study to living room.
"The driver's on leave so I'll drive you today. Get ready. 5 minutes. Quick." He walked to his room silently. She didn't look like she had time to even open the phone if he messaged her. She might even get angry if sent her something as petty as 'Are you getting late?'
They were on the road in 10 minutes.
She pulled up as they reach gas station. Today she to go three places. The company, his centre and hospital. She needed it. He sat in the shadows. She observed, he resembles the guy who sat on the same passenger seat on the rainy night. Even under light appear to be in shadows, on guard, intense. She grew wary. But he was weak, injured. She kept herself at bay.
"Want me to grab some coffee or anything?"
'A sandwich and Coffee.' she read, nodded and stepped out of the car. She halted as spotted a familiar figure.
Ashley Noelia Cayawan. Zenovia could recognise her anywhere. Her specification was minimum expensive yet cheap clothes. Caked face And 'The Perfect' list that she fits in for some people. But she can identify ashley for her dress.
Zenovia wanted to ignore ashley because it was again a hectic day for her but the nothing-productive-to-do bitch can't let the goat go.
"Zenovia! You lied to me. I'm not pregnant." Ashley block her way to the counter.
"Good morning to you to. Now if you'll excuse me." She wanted to laugh at her face. She actually believed that shit. She sidestepped Ashley. Did her deed and off she went.
She opened the drivers door kept their food inside, she didn't handed it to him directly as he was asleep already.
Ashley caught zinovia's arm from which she still held the door open. And after pulling her out of the car's space, Ashley slammed the door close and yanked zenovia against it. Zenovia wasn't surprised, she was calm. Her cold eyes looked down at Ashley who was taken aback for a moment.
"You! I know you called my fiancée late at night. What business would be so important that needed to be done at midnight." And that's how Ashley initiated the blame game.
Ashley intentionally tightened her hold around Zenobia's wrist trying to show anger. Her grip only hardened it didn't hurt zenovia. Ashley doesn't care. She just wants control. Zenovia's self control slipped. In a split second she twisted around her wrist, opened the car back door and bent her over the car seat. Ashley's face turned to her side. She could see Zenobia's face from one eye.
"Get out of our lives. Whore!" Even though she had face planted, she still dared to provoke her captivator. "Take your filthy blood and diappear from our sight. We don't want anything to do with you" she finally said what she was craving to spit out.
'Who did she called Filthy!?' Zenovia's blood boiled and she was going to react on impulse. She didn't felt bad for once.
The chains that binded zenovia's heart at bay loosened. But they had just loosened. They didn't break nor did they vanished. She was still alert and in control.
"Your fiancee played me. I'll make sure his next three generations get tainted with my blood." She grasped her neck making sure ashley felt her pain.
The word 'filthy' used for someone that was her own. She couldn't let the insult go. It pricked her "Mind your tongue. You're the one who's filthy! Provoke me and I won't spare single trace of existence." She knew she don't do empty threats. Ashley didn't.
"You bitch!" Her shriek muffled by the leather seat. Her eyes watery as she squinted them close.
"You think it's all about seduce, Sex and Play." A vengeful smile decorated zenovia's face. Ashley's eyes shot open but this time they caught the different person's face. Her eyes widened a fraction as recognition hit her.
She grew pale. The fright buried in her heart she never knew until now crept up as she trembled. He was looking at her from the corner of his hooded eyes.
The person in the front seat was the one she was taught not to meddle with.
"Guess what. You stepped into the wrong territory." Those were Zenovia's grave words and his piercing dead eyes that she witnessed.
Ashley's body laid limp and silent tears slantly rolled down her cheeks. She stopped struggling.
Zenovia let go of her reminding herself the rascal might wake up, even though she was calm and kept her business quieter from her perspective.
Ashley hurried out of the suffocating intensified car. Her thoughts were more occupied from the man's presence in zenovia's car than her encounter with zenovia. 'I heard he keeps a low profile but he is one of those who's most spoken about in the aristocrats underworld social circle. Why the hell was he in that low scumbag's car? Maybe shes kept hostage by him or he must've hijacked her car! But then was being wild in his presence, under his gaze! How can this be. What important thing does she have on her that he personally captures her? But then why was she so bold just now? Is she working undercover for him? She in deeper shit? No! That's absurd! Bullshit!' Ashley had her own train of mystery to solve and rumours to spread.
Zenovia shut the back door. Composed herself. Walk to the drivers side clicked open the door soundly, threw one last glance around the gas station, shut the door once she was inside.
"When did you wake up?" Zenovia made it sound casual but ten types of what ifs crossed her mind in anxiety in one hand and a multiple choice plans debate for cover in the other.
She secured seatbelt around her and handed over the eatables while she waited for his reply.
'Just when you clicked open the door.' his innocent smile that followed the text she read calmed and assured her inside out.
The engine ignited and off they went.
