Not His Typical Girl

Chapter 4

I feel my cheeks turn warm.

"Hey! Hey... Why? What's the matter?"

He strides towards me and wipes away the tears that shed from my eyes. I didn't even notice that I started to cry.

He looks at me in the eyes. His blue eyes are so comforting. His beautiful face etch with concern for me. Why? Does he pity me because I am crying and look so vulnerable? Should I tell him the reason why? But I'm afraid, afraid to confide to him. The only person who knows everything is my best friend. But I am drowning with his intense gaze. I never saw him look at me with this intensity. He wipes again the tears that are flowing down my cheeks profusely. I can't stop. Why can't these tears back off and go back to where they came from. It sucks. I don't want anyone to see me crying, especially not Chace Morris.

"I- I'm okay. I accidentally poke my eyes. It's nothing really."

I reasoned out before looking away from his intense gaze. I grab my things from my desk, tossing my phone inside my bag which almost breaks due to my hard grip. I am ready to take off and make my way outside my office door but he grabs my arm.

"Blake. What is it? Tell me!"

He calls me with my first name, it's like the first time in forever. He doesn't sound asking nor he sounds pleading. His tone is, I don't know. Cold? Angry? Worried? I don't know.

I look at him in the eye, pleading for him to release me.

"It's nothing. I'm fine. Sir."

I stress the word Sir a bit but not that sarcastically. He loosen his grip in my arm. I pull away and walk as fast as I could towards the elevator.

I don't want him to see me in this state. I don't want him to see that I am weak and vulnerable. I'm afraid he might not understand where I'm coming from. I'm afraid he'll judge me.

I made my way to the parking lot and hop inside my car before realizing that I'm actually holding my breath. I try to relax myself back to my normal decorum. I try to erase the memories again and think of a new life. I look at my watch, it's now 5:30pm. Ten minutes before Candice's arrive from the airport. I promised to pick her up and treat her dinner. I grab my purse and pull out my make up kit and start retouching to hide my now puffy eyes.

Thirty minutes later I arrive at the airport. Now I'm late. Candice will kill me for sure.

"At last, she arrived!"

Candice exclaimed as soon as we meet.

"Sorry. I got stuck from a traffic jam." I excuse myself. I hope she'll buy it but no. She never does. She knows me too well.

She stares at me for a second and pulls me to a big hug.

"What's wrong?"

I didn't answer. I don't want her to worry.

"Did your new boss hurt you?!"

"No! No! Of course not."

"Then why? What happened? Tell me."

She looks at me in the eye, making sure that I won't lie to her. She knows exactly when I'm lying just by staring in to my eyes. Seriously, I don't know how she does that.

"Let's just go home and tell me everything."

Candice mutters when I didn't answer.

Candice decided to stay at my place. When we arrived, I told her everything. From the phone call and to my little moment with Chace.

"That bastard! I'm going to kill that psycho! Don't he ever show his fucking hideous face to me or I'll scrape his head out of his soul!"

Candice is extremely furious now after hearing the story.