Be My Valentine || Michael Jackson (Completed)

Feb. 13 - Ghost From The Past (Part 2)

"Alexandria, I-"

"Stop." I gestured at him before he can approach me even more. I don't want his physical body to be near me. "Just stop."

Circumstances like this makes me want to curse fate and destiny. This country is a huge country and Brazil is miles and miles away from here.

I can't believe that I will see this man again in this house, in this mansion.

In his mansion.

There's a lot of landscaping firm too. It's really a small world, isn't it? That of all firms available in this country, he chose our firm to do all the work in his little garden.

"You're the Maestro, really?"

I arched my eyebrows at him as I retained my composure. He's just looking at me casually. I can't sense any calmness in him, or even anger.

And anger? I'm the only one who got the rights to be mad. Not him. He's the one who left!

"Clearly, I am." He whispered. His face remained blank but the cockiness in his voice is evident. Some things never change huh? "Tricia sent you?"

I rolled my eyes at him. I can't believe this is the man I used to love. Like, love as in real love. In that short span of time, I found a genuine love. I honestly thought that I'm gonna die after what he did to me.

"Yeah." I answered coldly. "She didn't tell you?" I asked as I crossed my arms across my chest.

"Maybe I'm not listening to my assistant when he said that." He plainly said as he rested his hands on his pockets.

His gazes remained cold. His tone is emotionless. I can't read something on his face.

Where's the happy, cheery, goofy, and humorous Michael I met in Brazil?

A shy, romantic boy in the eyes of many but a real sex beast when he's in the bedroom.

"Okay..." I finished the conversation since I don't wanna talk to him anyway.

We shared a long, plain, and cold gazes. No one wants to blink. No one wants to break the connection. Those gazes are full of unspoken words and unrevealed feelings. I hope he can sense how much I wanted to curse him out and yell at him until my veins pop.

"I'm not hungry..." I just said and sent him a death glare. He didn't say any word so I turned my back at him and started to walk away.

"Alexandria wa-"

I heard him say and felt his hands on my arms. I can't control it anymore that the moment I felt his skin touching mine, I faced him and didn't hesitate to slap him.

I slapped him on the face. Hard.

Hard enough that made my hand numb.
I tried to control my heavy breathings and tears that are starting to well up in my eyes. He didn't move. He keep his head down but I saw him clenched his jaw.

"I deserved that..." He whispered to himself rather than sharing the fact at me.

He moved his head back slowly so his eyes are on me again. I felt my blood pressure rising that I want to punch his beautiful face. I should've punch him or kick him. A slap is honestly showing my good side.

"Don't you dare touch me." My voice cracked and my hands are balling into fists. "You fucking left me, Michael. You fucking coward!" I yelled at him. I don't care if anyone can hear me.

"I'm sorry." His soft voice lingered to my ears. His expression is softer now. He looked hurt but I don't care. I am hurting too!

"Now, you're sorry." I scoffed with an amused glare. "You're sorry? Really, Michael?"