Samuel West has everything he wanted, a loving family that would do anything for him to be happy, a three year old son whom he loves the most, Ceo of the largest company, a drama free life, everything was perfect until She happened, Zara Kingsley wa...
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It's been a week since I found the cigarette buds and small piece of cloth caught in the spike of the crown of thorns plant which placed in the balcony.
That cloth wasn't mine, I'm definitely not a smoker either.
I told my friends everything the next morning, because of that I was staying at their place.
I was too afraid to even sleep in my apartment.
My mind wondered about so many things and dread filled in the pit of my stomach as I thought more about it. For some reason, I felt being watched while walking down in the empty hall to check on the patient.
Ahh, this is absurd, why would they have to shift the patient to this lonely corner of the eighth floor.
Now I'm getting paranoid.
When I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling off, I stopped walking and glanced over my shoulder to see if anyone is following, but no one's there.
I resumed walking a bit faster only to hear footsteps approaching.
Out of the blue someone placed their hand on my shoulder.
I got startled, but being the abnormal person I am, I didn't panic or scream, just grabbed the person's hand and twisted it, it's more like a reflex, hence I learned self defense since I was a kid, all of it happened so fast, I dragged them in front of me, ignoring their scream and raised the other hand to beat the crap out of whoever it was, then stopped as soon I saw who it was.
"Ahhhhhh angry bird, you broke my carpal bones" Liam whined in pain, holding his left hand, people in the patient's room stepped out to see the commotion.
"I'm sorry," I apologized to them, before grabbing his collar and yanked him to the corridor out of their sight.
"You idiot, why didn't you call me? Why you have to scare the crap out of me like that" I scowled at him crossing my arms.
"Hey, I was the one who got hurt, why are you blaming it on me, my hand hurt so bad," he pouted complaining and showing his hand to me.
"I didn't twist it that bad, so stop being the drama king," I looked at him disgustingly for acting all pouty.
Weird!!
"I can always try," he shrugged, immediately dropping his hand and asked "by the way, angry bird what was you so scared about, that you were going to beat the shit outta me" getting a thoughtful expression on his face and it's the first time I'm seeing him being a bit serious about something instead of being all goofy.
"None of your business" I answered bluntly "and don't I tell you to stop calling me angry bird"
"But you're always like that grumpy and angry, it's suits your personality"
