Fuck. I cursed under my breath as a small red cut made its way onto the now smooth skin on my calf. Blood oozed out of the cut as it slowly trickled down my leg.
Razors were never my friends. I shaved the rest of my leg as I hurried out the bathtub.
I couldn't stop thinking about Justin when I'm in my bathtub.
My stupid actions from the past caused me to turn red immediately.
For the past days, the Hotel has been pretty busy. Businessmen and tourists coming in and out of the Hotel. Many even made reservations through e-mail.
My partner has been ignoring me and dodging my nice gestures during work time. I don't mind Justin not talking to me as if we are friends, in-fact I think it's great that he only talks business with me. But a small side of me misses his attitude and his horrible sex comments.
Justin. It was a nice name, it fitted him well.
Oh, and the grand opening went well. That was, before the meeting of Father and Justin. Confusion danced in my brain as I still haven't figured out why they talked to each other as they did. Father told me it wasn't a big problem, that he would fix it.
Fix what exactly? I don't know. Father wasn't going to give me answers. Therefore, I have to pry it out of someone else. Specifically, Justin.
I headed to the elevators of the building, soon getting into my car as I sped through the city.
I marched my way into the Hotel and into the office behind the front desk. His strong cologne hit my nostrils as I made my way in.
This cologne will be the death of me.
I shut the door rather harshly, scaring myself a little. However, I jumped but I played it off as I pretended that I wanted to shut it at exactly that hard.
Justin's brows arched as he put his hands down on his head to stare at my confident entrance. He looked at me like I was stupid and wasting his time yet I haven't let a word slip out from my mouth.
"I need to speak to you," I say quietly at first, my voice breaking.
" I'm busy Angelina." He says as he lets out an eye roll.
"I really need to talk to you, it will only take a minute." I say regaining the confidence in my voice.
"What?" Still giving me no attention, he looks down at the papers that he's shuffling around.
"Why did you talk to my father like an ass," I say bluntly getting straight to the point.
He lets out a humorless bitter laugh. He stands up as he gets in my face yet still leaving a small space between us.
"I shouldn't have to explain myself to anybody, last time I checked you were a nobody, just my partner. " He says.
"You are being such an asshole, what's your problem?" I say as I raise my voice.
"You are my problem, and so is your father." He says as he raises his voice just as much.
"You don't even know him! What did he ever do to you?? Noth-" I was cut off.
My face was red. My eyes search his to find some sense if he even has any left.
"Oh, trust me I know him. He is a selfish. Greedy. Prick." He says as not one regretful look crosses his face.
"What are you talking about! You don't even know him!??" I spat.
"You're blind if you don't know what kind of man your father is." He says.
"Maybe fucking explain to me what you are talking about." I raise my voice. I'm pretty sure people can hear our screams outside this office.
"Explaining it to someone with no brain would be a waste of my time." He spat.
"Whats your fucking deal? I swea-" I start.
" If you want to know why he's such a dick why don't you ask him yourself?" He questions. Anger present in his eyes.
"He won't tell me! And he is not a dick. " I shout.
"Angelina." He says lowly.
"So you tell me! Tell me why you thought it was a good idea to call my father all those names when you barely know him!" I pant as my chest heaves up and down rapidly.
"Just get off my ass will you?" He says as he rolls his eyes and walks back to his desk.
Who did he think he was? Father is the nicest man I know. Everyone has a history though. Father would never do anything to hurt a fly. He's such a coward for thinking of my dad like that.
"If you don't tell me, how am I suppose to help the situation?!" I ask.
I grab his arm softly to turn him around. He gives my gesture a disgusted look, however as his eyes travel to my face, they soften.
"Angelina, did you think, maybe you can't help the situation? Just stop trying for fuck's sake." He says lowly.
Hold yourself together Ange. He's just a bastard who loves to see people mad.
"I need a smoke. " He pushes himself from the desk as he passes me to the door. He shut it roughly as the sound once again made me jump.
Did father and Justin meet before? Confusion runs through me.
I looked towards the desk as a phone lights up. Justin's phone.
I knew it was wrong for me to even think of going to look at the text he got.
But I've done plenty of things I shouldn't do in my life. One more thing added to the list does no harm.
I hold his phone in my hand as I let my fingers press the button to open text messages.
It was a text from "Dad".
Dad: You better not take it out on that daughter of his.
I scroll up.
Justin: Clint Russo's daughter is who I'm working with dad. I can't do this. I can't even look at her and not think of that bastard.
Dad: Son, It was a long time ago we are all happy now its the past forget it and leave it behind.
Justin: He put us on the streets.
Dad: Son its the past. He's done what he's done.
Justin: I want you to tell me its ok for me to do something about this.
Dad: No. You won't do anything. Nobody will. The man has his own struggles. I'm a forgiving man and I raised you to be the same. Leave it in the past son, we are good people we shouldn't cause harm to someone because we feel like taking revenge.
Justin: Fine. Don't blame me when my anger gets the best of me.
Dad: You better not take it out on that daughter of his.
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Justin's dad and Angelina's dad have a past???? hmmmm.
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FanficWhat is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives Rupi Kaur