The secret he never told

Chapter 2

Gianna's POV

It was 12 am when I woke up from a nightmaring sleep. My head was aching in the worst way since I left the book store and starved for a deep sleep but nothing like deep sleep ever happened in my entire life. My sleep pattern is horrible. I was drooling when I checked for Gmail. I was still low. Then, something shocked my head, dropped my jaw open. I hadn't paid for the book at the store. Oh Jesus! What had I just done? I was either going to return him the book or paying for it. I know this sounds silly but I was ,of course, clumsy but honest an idiot but a loyal person.

I had fresh clothes, a pair of Denim skinny jeans and a casual cotton t-shirt, and wore my hair straight which brushed against the coat I carried when I walked. I had that handsome man on my mind, which may or may not be the reason I didn’t put the same shirt. May be he visits once more. It sounded idiotic.

I took a cab routing to the book store , I reached there, giving the driver fare and walked into the store. I glanced at that old woman and gulped. Gosh she was so angry with me still. "I didn't pay for it" I showed the book to her making sure she remembered that I hadn't paid.  "Hey, bitch, Am I a joke to you?" She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. "Its exam time don't disturb my boys! They are preparing for their exam tomorrow, go back!".

"No, A big no!" I threw the book on the counter. I mean, she was doing nothing but over reacting. "Roan has already paid for you" she moaned and rubbed her wrinkled head. Roan? Now who the hell was he? Wait. Was he who , who had given me that book? That handsome, charming and sexy maniac. Thoughts were coming to my head and then I ejaculated "His name is Roan?" as if I was confirm that he was Roan.

"Yes" she said. So he paid for me? What the hell, man! What would he do that? I mean, its cruel. Yes, cruel because its like giving something to a desperate one, just because the one is hopless and helpless ,and in my case it was John Green's doe. Deep

I don't know how she had been able to manage taking care of the store at this age? Brave old bitch

"Give me his address, he just cannot do a favour for me. I am going to his house to put dollars on his hand" I bursted out at the counter. I was disappointed not only because of he paid for me but also he thought me helpless and incapable. I was not. Even in that case I was not. I just want to rely on myself and not on others in any case.

"Address?" She laughed louder and louder until her tears came out. "Well, Ashley get that half way bitch to his mansion". Halfway bitch? Was she screw loose? She was the worst sales woman I have ever met.

Ashley was a petite. She wore tight jeans and sleeveless shirt in which her nipples were visible to me. She was chewing a bubble gum. I noticed her navel piercing , only that looked sexier.

"Come on, babe" Ashley pinched my butt. She was no doubt a lesbian. I don't like lesbians since my best friend turned into one and forced me to make out with her. I didn't. I didn't like that. "The car is here bitch, you drive?" She smirked at me like a drunk slut. She would urge me to drive, and then she would do what she have to.

"No" I said.

She was chewing her bubble gum in the worst way. Her mouth was opening very wide while chewing. I got on her Maserati and then she stepped on accelerator, not leaving it for a moment. "Ashley, drive slowly!" I exclaimed. "You are breaking rules".

"Fuck rules,bitch!" She shouted as the noise was increasing. Nothing was audible, seriously. "Don't you know Roan Carter?" She chuckled.

"No, I don't. I mean yes... but no" I was really confused on her stupid question. I'd seen him in the book store for the first time but not for the last time. I was about to reach his house, my heart was throbbing with excitement or fear of getting embraced I don't know. I don't know why they laughed when I asked his address? Because it was idiotic or he was a big wig whose address I didn't know. Shame on you Gianna.

"You okay?" She chuckled. She was smiling quizzically, looking at my breasts. She was a DANGER. A sex maniac, I should say. "I am" I nodded.

After 30 minutes drive with that bitch, we reached at his MANSION. I didn't expect he was so filthy rich and I realized why were they laughing at me when I asked for his address.

The front of the mansion had a water feature with cascading over the top of the wall into a pool in the inner courtyard. The sound of the water acted as a wonderful sound buffer from of the mansion including natural stone, stucco, copper, and the cherry wood that surround all the glass. Ivy and ferns grew through the crevices of the old winding stone path, which led directly to the colossal structure. The mansion loomed proudly behind creaky iron gates, flanked by rows of coconut trees crowned in crimson, swaying gently to the chilly autumn wind. At its threshold stood the delicate marble fountain, the soft gurgling of the clear water melodic as it resonated in the surrounding silence. My jaw was dropped. I kept blinking at his luxurious mansion. "This is his mansion" she smirked.
"Let's go" I got wrinkles on my forehead when I got out of the car, in order to pay him. But what was I going to pay for? Book or favour. I chuckled.

We were inside the mansion. She parked her Maserati inside at the parking area where , I think , 2 more Maseratis and one Lambo were parked. The mansion had two floors with , of course , a roof deck and a enormous swimming pool.  On the first floor , I saw, offices full of working man and woman. They were working very fast and with full attentiveness. "Where is he?" I heaved a sigh.

"He must be in his room for its 1 am , trying to sleep!" she saw me with bulging eyes as if she was about to knock me out. I could see her abdominal muscles. She was a fit petite.

Silence crept into our space and stayed for a good while. I couldn’t help but stay where I was, what just happened in my mind. I had to make things right before he could think of me as wretch.

"Ashley , What are you doing here its 1: 30 am" He came, yawning. I turned around. He was wearing black track sleeveless shirt, a track loose trouser and a sexy band in his right hand. "Its not me, Carter" she gave me an icy stare. She was apparently trying to say

I am here because of this stubborn , silly bitch.

"It were $3" he grinned. What did he just do? He was a pathetic mind reader. He was raising his eyebrows, passing me a sexy smile.

I took $10 from my purse ,and handed over to him. He was staring at me. I could feel his sexiness tugging but I controlled myself. "There you are Mr Carter" I cocked my head. He exhaled slowly as he placed both hands on his car and leaned back. "Excuse me, dont let me make you upset, nerd" he grinned with a dimpled smile.

How dare call me a nerd. I was. But, how did he know? Well, probably because he saw me in the book store and starving for John green's doe. "Don't call me that! And I am not upset" I curled my lips. "Ashley, lets go". She giggled. "Bitch, its his Maserati by the way".

Okay. So, he did a favour for me,again. How to make them believe the fuck I hate everyone who does a fucking favour for me.

He gave me a wide smile, blushing and opened the door for me. And then he said what made me clench my fists. "I am again doing a favour, nerd".