Isabella
Fear gripped me. My body shook vehemently, my bones weakened, and my chest beat rapidly.
“Oh my gosh,” I breathe out, supporting my weight on the desk, while struggling to find balance.
“God,” I quiver, slowly finding balance. I dragged myself sluggishly to my seat while using my hands on my desk as support.
I finally held my chair and dragged myself on it, when I released a deep breath.
“Oh my gosh,” My eyes watered, while my hands wrapped around my neck, as I rubbed it gently, as tears flooded my cheeks Instantly.
“Mr. Tristan,” My voice trembled as I muttered his name. The scene played back in my head. It was as if I could feel his grip tighten around my neck all over again, causing me to almost lose my breath all over again. I recalled the look of anger on his face and the fury in his eyes when he held my neck.
I shut my eyes as another round of tears drops, while I recall how his gaze shifted immediately he heard my voice. He looked frightened at that moment as he slowly pulled away giving me a chance to catch my breath.
“Fuck, “I cursed when I heard a loud thud coming from his office, I shook in fright, holding it to my chest, before staring at the glass that was a demarcation to our offices.
“I don’t care,” I said out loud, reminding myself of the incident earlier on and also telling me not to care about the sound or if he was hurt or not.
I took a deep breath hoping for the day to end sooner as I went right back to work.
*
The day finally came to an end, I quickened my steps as I didn’t want him to offer me a ride. I arranged my desk and walked to the elevator, then outside the building, where I saw Micah waiting for me with flowers.
I was confused, I didn’t know what to do or how to react. I wasn’t in the mood for this. I wasn’t interested in talking right now, I thought to myself.
“Hey,” He said walking towards me, smiling brightly.
“Hi,” I sounded tired, but received the flowers with smiles, even though it wasn’t my favorite kind of flowers.
“What are you doing here?” I asked instantly. I did my best not to sound displeased by his presence right now.
“Wanted to see you, talk to you,” He added avoiding eye contact with me.
Had Micah suddenly become shy? I thought
“Well thank you for the flowers,” I smelt it, and looked at him happily.
“I’m glad you liked them,”
“I do,” I said and started to walk in search of a cab.
“I’d like us to talk. If that’s okay with you?” The slowness in his words, and how calm he came out, not confidently like he would talk, and made my suspicions right. He did want to talk about the husband thing.
“Sure, it’s cool,” I told him.
Of course, it wasn’t cool, I didn’t know what to say to him, or how I explain my awkward situation. Or do I most definitely talk about death? Or how a good day had suddenly turned sour.
I had no idea what to say, where to start or the words to use.
“The cafe down there?” He pointed out when my phone suddenly rang. Good Lord, it made me happy. This was an opportunity to get off this conversation, to run away from it and I most definitely will.
“It is my mom, I’ve got to go, ” I quickly hailed a cab, as I swiped the green button.
“What? Now? “I heard him.
“Isabella?” He called while I said “hello” over the phone
“Thank you for this,” I waved the flowers and closed the cab giving him my address.
“Talk to you later,” He waved at me, and I waved back too.
A few minutes later, I arrived at the mansion and immediately got down from the cab. I took a deep breath and walked into the gate, while I was greeted by the security warmly.
I peeped at the garage and I saw his car in there, making me nervous as I walked into the hallway. Rose rushed to me, and helped me with my bag and shoe, while I got to my room.
Immediately she went on preparing my bath as I undressed to get into the shower. I needed a cold bath, I just wanted to feel better and not think of the incident even though it was hard not to.
After a few minutes, I dressed up in a short and singlet’s, while I sent Rose to get me a glass of juice. She left immediately, and almost at that moment, I heard a knock on my door, making me drop the book on the couch.
“Yes?” I said and got no response
“Rose?” I called out but no reply I stood on my feet and walked to the door, twisting the knob slowly.
I opened the door slowly, and behold the one person I was trying to avoid, was standing right in front of me.
“No,” I said hastily trying to shut the door, but he used his weight to stop me.
“Please, let me in,” He said and I turned my face away before he walked into my room and shut the door.
“Three minutes, I’m going to bed soon,” I lied as my back faced him while I just felt his presence behind me.
“I’m sorry,” He said, his voice held sincerity, but I didn’t bulge a bit to that.
“I was stupid. I got jealous, angry and when you said, you were going to kiss him,” He paused, while I turned around to stare at him.
“I was demoralized,” he explained.
“So that warrant to your behavior? ” I threw at him, while he took a step forward, and I took one backward.
“No, it doesn’t,” He pushed his hair frustrated, as if fighting to use the right words.
“Of course not Isabel,”
“You’re my heaven,” he poured out.
I stood there stupefied, unsure of what to say or how to react. We gaze upon each other, I see the sadness and regret in his eyes. It felt like it hurt him even more than it had done to me, weakening my heart.
“But you are my hell,” I told him bitterly, tears filled my eyes. I recalled why I was in this situation in the first place. Whose fault was it, after all?
“What do I do to change that,” He said looking like he was in pain.
“Nothing,” I chuckled and dried my eyes..
“I promise to change that, ” He went on his knees, and my eyes widened.
“I will become your heaven,” He said.
“What are you doing?” I tried to drag him up, confused and shy at the same time.
“Becoming your heaven,” He said and kissed my feet, while I felt a tingling sensation on my abdomen. The way those words rolled from his tongue felt so divine that at that moment he looked and felt like my heaven. His eyes gleamed as he said them, his face not leaving mine. He stared at me so intensely as if telling me he wasn’t going to fail. He looked at me so deeply that I felt he could see through my soul. It gave me chills, but also it gave me reassurance and peace.
“You are forgiven,” I whisper, as I help him up to his feet, counting on his promise to me.