My Spicy Orange [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8

His head rested against the back of his seat. His closed eyes still had a deep frown clouding his features that showed his restlessness.

I gaped at his light stubble that made him more manly.
We had a meeting and he looked worried about something.

I took my time learning his features until I cleared my throat to wake hime up.

He stirred up and snap opened his eyes.
He looked at me and raised his brows.

'Meeting..', I said and realaization washed over his features.

He massaged his temples and suddenly jerked up to gape at me.

He frowned at me and I just stared at his strange movements.

'Did you say something?', he asked and I shook my head.

Giving me a weird look he stood up and I followed him out.

Even during the meeting he kept jerking and I silently prayed for his well being. He didn't look well.

Guess it's the work that's nagging him. He had to take care of Musa's department too coz he was in Qatar.

'You need coffee?', I asked while clearing the conference table.

He didn't say anything and I gazed at him. He looked turmoil.
His eyes looked troubled, as if he was combating internally.

'Sir?', I called him and he shook his head at his own mental note.

Fu**

What is he doing?

He jerked again and his head whipped up at me.

'What?', he asked looking exasperated.

I stared at him and looked around.

'You need rest.', I said softly and smiled.

He glared at me and dashed out of the conference, closing the door with a loud thud.

I shifted uncomfortably on my legs and took the papers that he just signed from the table.

Grazing his sign with my fingers I sighed.

'You okay?', I asked while transpiring in his office.

He was looking past the glass wall down at the city below us.
I filed the papers and walked past him to stack it in the cabinet.

He didn't even budge at my presence.

Splaying a hand over his chest, he heaved. Rubbing the area vigorously he heaved again.

Shit
Is that an attack?

'Hey! You okay?', I ran towards him and made him sit on the couch.

He kept rubbing his chest with closed eyes. His forehead was beaded with tiny droplets of sweat.

My God!

I untied his ties and ripped open his shirt to channel his breath.

'Just breath! I'll call the ambulance.', I told him and got up but he clutched my hand.

I knelt before him and he shook his head.

'Its gone.', he whispered and heaved again.

'What are you playing at? Look at yourself.', I said and stood up again.

He tightened his grip and pulled me down beside him.

I was taken aback by his sudden gesture. He was really acting strange today...