Alejandro was pretty sure Jasira was doing breathing practice behind those half open door. He rested his head on the headrest and raised his brow when she eventually got in.
“What take you so long?” He asked with a furrowed brow and a smirk lingering on his lips waiting for his ridiculous excuse.
Jasira bite deep into her inner cheek until it started hurting like crazy. She knew Alejandro was just waiting for a wrong answer from her before a bullet would be fired into her skull. His cold voice showed that he clearly loathed her.
Any other day that he was not glaring at her with discern. She would retorted immediately with harsh words but instead she curled her fingers together and muttered the words she found suitable right now.
“I’m sorry.”
Alejandro searched her face for scowl or growl but there was nothing. It was replace with disjointed emotion. Purple eyebags under her eyes. Her pinks lips have bluer shade and was very pale.
Her ginger hair was let down and tangled at the every end. She looked like a zombie, like she hadn’t had a wink of sleep since yesterday.
Are you okay? The words lingered at the back of his mind but he refused to let them out. He doesn’t care about anybody in the world except his mother, and Jasira wouldn’t change it and of course how could she be okay after what he did to her yesterday?
“Get me a coffee.” He ordered and refocused his attention on his pad.
“Okay.” Jasira answered turning back without waiting a seconds.
His blue eyes smoldering after her until she was out of sight. He refused to think about her as he focused on his pad but everytime he wanted to answer an email, a disjointed ginger-haired girl brush into his mind. He let out a frustrated groan as he pushed his hair back and refocused his attention on his work. He can’t be distracted by a mere girl only.
Jasira let out a deep breath as she slammed the door closed behind her. That was close, she thought as she walked slowly to the kitchen with sadness writing all over her. He didn’t mention about yesterday at all, how he call her names. She had her hopes high and it all shattered before she could stop it. Out of all things she could do, hoping he was going to apologize to her should never came to her thought.
He was the devil, she was very sure he had never apologize to anyone, his mother might be an exception but her, a nobody. He would never do that.
The doorknob rattle at the force she used in open the kitchen door, her frustration had build in her that she transferred all her aggression to the door.
“What happened?” Amy asked eagerly pushing off her weight from the kitchen island and walked towards her.
“Nothing much, just a coffee.” She answered losing up all the anger that built up in her body earlier.
“Coffee?” Amy asked confused racking her fingers through her hair.
Jasira angled her eyebrow up in question, “What is wrong with the tone?”
“Well, he doesn’t use to drink coffee.”
Jasira chuckled biting her lower lip before she groaned and rolled her eyes. She was wondering why he would asked for coffee when he doesn’t look like coffee guy, he is more of a whiskey guy. She had a feeling this was going to be a long day.
“Anyway.” Amy shrugged walking lazily towards the fridge. “You should prepared it quickly before he get angry.” She added just in time she brought out a can beer and popped it open.
“Cravings.” She grinned at Jasira who was staring at her weirdly. Jasira nodded with a smile and walked to the coffee machine.
She prepared his coffee absentmindly as her mind wandered about Amy drinking a beer. If it was a normal person, she won’t even give a fuck if the person was drowning in a whiskey but she had never see Amy drink, she shrugged it off, she hasn’t even knew her that well.
Jasira whisked around to Amy who was sipping her beer and stared at nothing, “Hmm Amy,” She cleared her throat and Any hummed as an answer.
“Where are the rest of the maid?”
“Today is their day off and moreover, their are only two live-in-maid. The head maid and I.”
Jasira muttered a “oh” while nodding her head, make sense for a mafia like him, having a lot of people in the house is inviting danger to him.