𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ✓ (𝟷𝟾+)

The Scar

Roger

It doesn't take a genius to figure out, Arin was avoiding me last night. She was not being herself and I ensured the remnants of her confidence too shattered. How was I, one who couldn't stop her thoughts from pocking me, was able to reject her. How did I turn out to such an arse.

While Arin was negotiating the contract, the only thought that came rushing back to me was of her place. Not that I was surprised where she lived; it was the fact that I was finally able to imagine it. Since our talks, I always had a hard time thinking how she must look or where she lived.

All that was put to rest with knowledge I carried. She was my assistant, one with her bright smile and an alluring personality. Arin was one of those rare entities who had the power to ensure, people would remember her for long.

One decision.

It only took one to change both our lives. One phone call and one decision to take over her company made me stand face to face with the truth. I still wondered if she'd dislike me forever. I was, after all, her rude boss. The one who never valued her. From the way she negotiated her side of the contract, it was very clear, she didn't favor me anymore than before.

Infact, it may be possible that she detested me after I sprang up the contract deal on her before Xavier had the change to ease her into it. It was my idiocy, my mistake that I dragged her into what I wanted without her consent. The way she peered at me while negotiating the clauses, made it abundantly clear. She wasn't just haggling her side; she was ensuring I suffered.

It felt as if she was on some revenge mode. I saw the same darkness swirl in Brandon's eyes once. God! Did I compare babydoll to a vile man!

I must be exhausted with all the recent developments.

When I dialed up Xavier, it went unanswered.

I wanted to consult with him before doing anything further. The last time, I didn't take his advisement and proceeded to do things on my own, only to screwed things up. This time would be different.

At the sight of the the Oswald mansion, my drive slowed. A sense of relief washed over me. I used to cringe coming to this place. My blood used to boil every time I imagined this mansion and its people. But after getting rid of the one person who was an epitome of a she-devil, all things fell back in place.

Stella was as cunning as Brandon himself and I committed the mistake of underestimated her. I was too in love to open my eyes and see the reality, sense the truth. Love does make one do abhorrent things and I stood the embodiment of all things abhorrent.

Parked, I rushed in. My feet were skipping steps, wanting to get the ordeal done with. Stella would dredge drama, so I went to find Xavier first. She wouldn't let go of her hold over me, even if it was through some insignificant contract.

Murals and painting on the walls adjoining Xavier's walls depicted his profound love for art. This place was the classic example of both things good and bad. The residents, Stella and Malcom were the bloodlust hounds who wouldn't think twice before sinking their teeth in anyone. But there was also, Xavier and Charles who were too good for their own harm.

Before I could knock and enter, a familiar voice boomed from behind the ajar doors, halting my steps. "Stop it.. I swear Xavier.. stop it.."

I have heard that voice so many times to know whose was it. Tossing aside the concept of decency, I barged in, thinking Arin was being troubled.

Only when I walked in, did I realize my mistake.

Arin stood across the room, a pillow in her hand while Xavier stood on the opposite side, holding a plate of whipped cream in his. I was as confused as them. Both of them stared at me, panting. They weren't kids to play, yet they did. I struggled to churn some excuse but none made an appearance.