I Crash You

19 - Story of Our Life

[Edited]

I stormed in to his office and he was just sitting there, flipping through his documents and files with those natural lights shining behind him, making him glow picturesque as per usual.

His office room was just like any other spacey private office room. The room was painted cream-colour with a dark maroon carpeted floor. At the corner was a desk accompanied by an armchair and a laptop, behind was the sole glass wall with arrangeable electric blinds. On the middle was a table with sofas surrounding it. Some decoration plants and crafts and bookshelves, lastly door, that's it. The usual office-style room.

"Ms. Farren, please do not barge in again," Ms. Ann was his office secretary, she had been hot on my heels ever since I rushed inside.

"The project's done. Tell me, I'm ready." That's all I said as I approached him right in front of his desk. He raised a brow, but seemed to understand.

"Ms. Ann, it's fine. I don't have anything on my schedule for the next half an hour or so, right?"

"No, sir. Just a meeting with the chairman in two hours."

"Alright, thanks. You can leave." He dismissed her.

"Yes, sir." Ms. Ann sighed and made her way out.

"Take a seat, Ms. Farren." He put down the document he had been reading and stacked it up at the pile of papers neatly.

"Cut that crap. Just tell me what happened that day." I tapped my feet impatiently.

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Orsand's POV

My phone rang just as I had entered my university's parking lot.

"Ardan?" I answered the call.

"Orsand, please. Come here asap. I don't think I can drive. Now, please." Ardan's panic voice slurred on the other side of the phone, it was evident and vivid. I, maybe knew him the best, he must had been wasted the previous night. The least that I was grateful when he's drunk was that he wouldn't drive recklessly afterwards.

"Calm down, dude. What's the matter? I'm at-"

"Just fucking came here first, please." He sounded quite desperate. "Father kind of threw an ultimatum on me. I can only hope he's joking." Ardan was my step-brother. Father had married his mom first from an arranged marriage, before marrying my mom six years later.

"Shit, that's 0.01% the most. I'll be there." I rushed to his place with my benz. I never really asked for a specific car, hence my father just bought me this. He was a formal man to the bone.

Once I arrived, he sprinted to my right and got in hastily. I took a glimpse at him, he was such a mess from hair to toe.

"Seatbelt." I said. He groaned and I stepped on the pedal hard as soon as I heard the metal end of the seatbelt clicked in. "What did he say?"

"He said if I don't arrive within an hour, I shouldn't come to the office altogether. You know I can't. I-I don't mind myself, b-but, but not my mom and Kate." He stuttered badly. His mom was in a coma after giving birth to Katelynn, his younger sister, who was born with autism. And the little sibling was definitely on the wild nature. Ardan would never be able to afford to pay for his mom and sister's hospital bills, care taker and everything if he got kicked out from the house. Joe, and unfortunately my own mom, they would definitely do it if they had the chance. They probably won't even let me lend a penny to the poor guy in their dictator state of mind.

"That's why stop being a prick. Why are you always getting drunk." I growled after a few minutes of silence.

"The project was killing me and Kate was throwing another tantrum at a rich mama boy yesterday." He sighed. "Fine, I will cut down on my alcohol. That's my fault. Sure. Can't you speed up now? There's only twenty freakin' minutes left." He stared at his watch.

"There's gonna be a traffic light, Ardan."

"It's empty, just step on your pedal!" He grabbed the gear and increased it.

"ARDAN!" I yelled and glared at him, and once my sight was back to the street, I honked then stepped on the brake almost abruptly as adrenaline pumped fast to my entire veins.

"Fuck!"

There was a girl in her bicycle crossing our pathway. The large old tree had blocked our view of her previously. Once she glanced to our car, she maybe screamed some words and stumbled over.

At last our car stopped. Ardan was pale, clutching onto his seatbelt until his knuckles turned white as his soul left his body.

"We didn't hit her, did we?" Ardan whispered in his shaky voice.

"I'll see," I gulped. I hesitately opened the door and got out. I sighed in content as I saw we didn't hit her.

"Girl, you okay?" Fuck my rethorical question, she had livid scratches all over her slender body and some even bleeds. Her cheerleading outfit absolutely didn't help the situation any better. She grunted and murmured something incoherently. "Sorry, what were you saying?" I stepped nearer.

And all she showed me was her middle finger before she passed out. I was stuck, flabbergasted to say the least. What the fuck.

"O-orsand. Is she de-"

"Alive. So fucking alive."

~~

Lynx's POV

"And then I dropped you off at the hospital. Meanwhile I forced Ardan to drive to the office hopelessly, as I filled in your administration forms."

"I'm gonna fucking sue you." I groaned in frustation. The heck were those reasoning, it successfully made me waver.

"Later, please."

"Why?" I smirked.

"Once I have my opportunity to became the inheritor."

"Oh, really? Why? You think you can negotiate with me?" I raised my brow challengingly, although I knew it was to no use. And was that even a word?

"Please, Lynx. Because by the time Ardan arrived, it was too late, he missed his chance as the inheritor already. So now the tables have turned. Either I take the place or Joe will. And as much as he's my own blood-related, I don't exactly like his cocky side."

"Oh, that's actually great, because I thought he was super creepy when we met him on the restaurant last time." I huffed my cheeks and he eyed me amusedly. "And fine, I'll consider what to sue you later cause I'm kind of on your side here."

"Thanks a lot. After the gala should be fine, please. Just another two days," He kind of begged.

"Oh, is this what the competition is all about?" I tilted my head to the side curiously.

"Vanya told you, didn't she?"

"Not exactly, but pretty much yes. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just didn't want to aggravate you. The results of your reflex action never came out good." He snickered.

"Oh, so you've learnt your lessons?" Now I chuckled.

"Perhaps?" He leaned in forward. He was right in between my legs as I had seated myself on his desk cause his story was too long. One of his hand had sneaked on my waist and the other one was placed on my thigh. Shit.

"Oh, and just so you know, I maybe had another job that I'm good at and actually enjoyed." I smirked to cast away my nervousness and held my laughter.

"Mmhmm. What's that?"

"Blowjob." I whispered right on his ears then laughed whole-heartedly at his priceless face. He blushed madly as he groaned, probably got reminded by the prior event that day.

"Lynx!" And that didn't stop me, in fact, it only made burst into another fit of laughter cause he was fucking pissed and wailed like a whale in labour. Talking about fucking hilarious, mate!