You Can Never Escape Me(BxB)

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Anthony Lawrence

"Well, you seem to have done something quite awful to piss him off this hard," Jasmine laughed, not taking this situation the least bit serious.

It wasn't unusual for her to laugh about anything that happened, even if it wasn't funny at all. She also laughed when she was sad or hurt. It was just her nature and I kind of got used to it, but I guess that I was too stressed out and tired to stop myself from being unnerved by her.

"I'll never forgive you for having talked me into this shit," I complained, leaning against the counter with my back out of exhaustion. "I swear he made the appearance as if he wanted to kill me for not knowing how to treat his son."

I'm not sure what he did to get his son shot, but I didn't want to get involved in this kind of shit either.

"He actually looked quite interested in you," Jasmine smirked and started to clean the tables, while I collected the dishes.

I rolled my eyes at her comment, but couldn't completely deny that it wasn't completely wrong. The way he stared at me the moment he stepped into the cafe or when I talked to him about his son; his eyes tried to analyze every part of my body from the bottom to the top. He didn't even bother to make it less obvious.

Even now, when he thankfully wasn't here anymore, I still felt his intense look on me. I did feel naked under his stare and I knew that no matter how hard I'd try to cover every inch of my body, he would still see through it. An extremely uncomfortable feeling, that I hopefully wouldn't get again in my entire life.

I also hoped that I made myself clear and that I wouldn't have to deal with him again. I wasn't ready to see him another time. Just this little encounter was enough to scare me for life and I wasn't exaggerating.

He reminded me of those kind of guys that were always being showed in horror movies. First they were haunting their prey, observing every movement they made and researching every detail, even the unnecessary ones only to kidnap or kill them afterward.

I suddenly felt sick to the stomack, quickly sitting down on a chair, ignoring everything that happened around me. What if I enraged this man and gave him a reason to kill me? Maybe, I should have agreed to treat his son, but how was I supposed to do that when I never even did something like this before?

"Tony, is everything alright?" Jasmine asked worried as she approached me. "You look like you've seen a ghost?"

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I was probably only being paranoid and overthinking things as always. A bad habit of mine. This hasn't been the scariest situation I have ever faced in my life. Being popular meant that you also had to deal with haters or skeptic people, that was normal. Everyone had to endure this. I wasn't alone.

However, to defend myself, this man was particularly scary with his muscles, intense stare and expensive suit, not to forget the story of his son. But at the end of the day everything would be alright and I would continue living my life as usual. I would probably even laugh about my overdramatic reaction and tell my grandchildren about it.

"Here, I brought you a glass of water," Jasmine told me as she came back. I didn't even realize that she was gone. My head started pounding and I brushed a hand through my hair out of frustration.

"Thank you," I murmured silently, drinking the whole glass in one gulp, feeling myself relax a little bit. I was a tough guy that didn't cry over every little thing and could deal with any kind of criticism, hate and whatsoever. But I guess sometimes I just had my moments, where everything was starting to eat me up from the inside out, no matter what it was.