The Bad Boy Calls Me Enemy [ COMPLETED]

A Contrast to this House

April.

After Christian had left I decided to call Leah. She was so upset with me that for an hour she didn't even pick up my phone and when she did she lectured me. Yes that's right.

"Leah I asked him directly and he said he was in Amsterdam last December. He wasn't even here!" I yelled, knowing that some of his men were inside and they could probably hear me.

"Are you dumb? I've been asking you this for a long time now! How can you trust him?" She yelled with same power from other side.

I felt exasperated. This argument was never going to end because we kept talking in loop coming back to the same things over and over again.

"You know what? Let's never talk about this again. I know you care about me but I trust him Lee." I pleaded.

"Fine. Just keep texting me so that I can stop worrying. If you don't text me in two hours I'm going to come there and cut head his head off, you got me?" I snickered after yelling a yes.

I was bored to death because it was Sunday and I had nothing to do. I didn't even I have my stuff like study material and clothes. I hoped Christian planned to bring my stuff from Leah's soon.

As there was literally nothing to do, I decided to explore the house which once belonged to my uncle and now to Christian. I started with the second floor. It was huge, lined by rooms by both the sides. In front of each door there was a small plant of a different flower for some reason I didn't know yet. I realized that when I lived here for couple of weeks he had insisted me to tell him my favorite flower which was iris and had brought a small plant of blue iris the next day.

Did that mean someone lived in every room of this house? Maybe his men lived here with him.

I came down without opening any of the doors on second floor and stopped in front of a particular room. His.

Flower plant in front of his room was a Marigold.

What did Marigold meant in flower language again?

My brain didn't respond when I tried to remember so I just gave and strolled inside his room.

I stepped in, freezing at my first step because his room was a contrast to this house. Did he paint it again?

It was a beautiful beige color that showered every wall the room. The furniture was maroon unlike the rest of the house. There was an attached balcony and it had a breathtaking view of the town.

But there was something more beautiful than everything else.

It was a big photo frame hanged on the wall above his king sized bed.

In that picture there was a small boy smiling ear to ear and he was hugged from behind by a women probably in her thirties.

She was a platinum blonde with long silky hair and amusing green eyes.

I was about to touch the frame when I heard the front door open and a car rushed in. He was back.

I quickly shut the door behind me and made my way outside, towards living room.

"I said it's nothing!" Christian yelled at one of his men and after a second his gun flew out of the window. What the hell?

"Christian?" I dared to ask when he was still angrily yelling something. It was like when we first met. Arrogant and rude Christian seemed to have returned.

"What?" He snapped back but then his eyes landed on me and his expression softened.

"We'll talk later. Go to your positions." He ordered and his men nodded.

When all of them were out of the room I slowly approached him and hesitantly touched his arm. 

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Christian.

"You okay?" Gentleness in her voice broke me.

I nodded. She hugged my arm and I just couldn't tear her away. Her, being Jonathan Grey's daughter was the last thing I ever wanted.

"Are you hurt somewhere?" Before I could realize she was standing right in front of me, scanning my body.

"I'm fine." I mumbled.

I couldn't do it. She was his daughter but she wasn't my enemy.

"I need to get some sleep. See you later." I brushed her hand off which was on my shoulder.

I didn't turn back to look at her. Seeing her Hazel eyes made my heart twist.

I shut the door behind me and let my body fall on the bed.

Pain seeped in as I kept thinking about her and that bastard Jonathan Grey.

There was only one way to get through this. 

I opened the cabinet which was below the TV and pulled out few bottles of old wine my dad had been gifting me. 

Then I drank. I drank until it was hard to tell the difference between my hands and my legs. Until I could forget the reality. Until I passed out.

"Oh my gosh, how much did you drink?" My eyelids were heavy and head was pounding as if a building was resting above it.

"Christian wake up." She shook my body slightly.

"Go away." I slurred.

"No. I'm not going anywhere." Her brows furrowed. "And you're going to get up."

Why was she here? My mind whirled in circles as I saw her face.

She made me sit, leaning on the wall behind me.

"Give that to me." She pointed at the wine bottle in my hand.

"No." I pulled it closer to my chest.

"Christian McKinney." She said in a warning tone.

I put the bottle away and pulled her to me and watching the surprise on her face amused me.

"Hazel." With my finger I traced her skin down from her cheek to her neck.

I stopped at her waist and leaned in for a kiss.

"April Grey is Jonathan Grey's daughter. Your enemy."

Lara's voice snapped me and unintentionally I squeezed Hazel's arm. "Why? Why does it have to be you!" I screamed above my lungs as loud as my voice could get.

"Christian! It hurts! Let go!" She wailed as she struggled to free her arm from grip.

"I can't hate you." I tried to keep my voice straight. "You can't be my enemy. No!"

When I came back to my sense I had pushed her back making her fall down. Her arm had an ugly red bruise.

And I was reminded again of how much I loathed myself and the monster that I was.

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