His face was so serious, I couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking. I eyed him up.
“I feel like punching you in your throat” I said to him.
Truthfully, my fingers squeezing in and and I could imagine his flesh between my fingernails.
I already felt the pleasure of limiting his airflow and causing him pain.
“Why, what have I done?” He asked me.
I didn’t like blaming external circumstances for my misery but….
“You let Jenna alone in that room, I trusted you when I left you with her, but, you abandoned her and Christian hates me now”
Jeandre was quiet.
“I didn’t mean to leave her. I forgot… She’s my sister, I wouldn’t knowingly cause her arm ”
I scoffed and brushed past him, making sure I jabbed him with my shoulder.
My luggages were like boulders, I knew Jeandre was watching me and I wanted to look stress free as I pulled it but it was impossible.
I groaned and gave up.
“I hate you so fucking much. Because of you he might never talk to me again, I feel so ashamed of myself”
“He can never not to talk you again, aren’t you his personal assistant, his personal shadow?”
“I don’t think he wants me to work with him anymore…”
“Did he fire you?”
“No he didn’t fire me, I’m resigning”
****
I didn’t know how much I could thank Zara, she turned down all of Christian’s offer to help her with cash. He frowned for a long time afterwards because his opinion on people were that they had a price.
She helped me because she was a good person. She would have done the same for anybody.
“Does your head still hurt?” Christian asked me as he drove to a location I wasn’t informed about.
“You’ve asked me this like ten times now”
“I just need to know”
“Well you’re not helping” I told him.
“Does it?”
Oh god.
“It does, it still hurts but as you keep asking me, I get reminded by that stupid ache”
“I’m sorry ” he said.
“You don’t have to apologize ” I assured him but I could feel the change in his mood.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighed.
“I’m just sad that I hurt you” he said softly, I had never heard his voice drop so low unless he was whispering nasty words to me in public.
“You didn’t hurt me. You were just inquiring” we drove past an ice cream shop and I got the jitters.
“Stop stop” I said without a pause.
He hit the brakes and the car did a little spin.
“What?” He asked, his eyes were wide and he looked genuinely shocked and scared.
“Ice cream” I said pointing outside, we were already passed the shop so the direction my finger was pointing to was an arcade.
“We almost had an accident because of ice cream?” He asked hysterically.
“I saw a woman walking out with a scoop and it got me”
He closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled loudly and revised until we were in front of the shop.
I climbed down and went into the shop, Christian was right behind me, I knew because the girl my age in the counter sucked in breath and I didn’t hear her release it.
I walked to her and I smiled, wanting to tell her which flavour I wanted but she kept staring at Christian. I tapped the counter and her head whipped to my direction.
“He, I’d like some ice cream please”
***
I expected Christian to drive me to a hospital but instead, he took me to his glass palace… Our glass palace.
The first time I saw it was at night with unnatural lightning, but this time under the broad daylight, it growled like a crystal.
I gasped and I was amazed for the second time, it was the kind of things that would take your breath away every time you looked at it.
“This is exactly how I feel when I look at you, mind blown each and everytime” he whispered in my ear.
I didn’t realize how close he was to me until he spoke, his breath was warm on my neck and it tickled a sensation that didn’t stop until it ran down spine and ended at my tailbone.
I closed my eyes and forced a smile, his body was so close to me, his hands were in my waist, holding me and telling me he was all mine and yet if I dared to breathe in the direction of intimacy, he would build a wall of steel around himself and make me feel as if I was a sex addict.
“It just be really exhausting” I said brushing his hand off my waist. I climbed the stairs and waited in front of the door for him to come forward and put his key code but he didn’t show up.
I turned around and he was standing in the spot where I left him.
“Is everything alright?” He asked me.
I frowned, I didn’t understand what he was talking about.
“What?”
“You just brushed me aside” he said.
“I did?” I asked feigning ignorance.
“Jenna, I can tell you remember brushing ke off it literally happened just seconds ago”
There was no acting around him, I almost forgot that he could see through my bullshit even when nobody can, even when I struggled to see through my own bullshit.
“It hurts, where you held me .. it hurt” I lied.
I schooled my face into a genuine expression.
“You know I can tell that you’re acting… You’re putting up an act for me” he climbed the stairs slowly.
Every step made me move backwards mentally, trying to run away from that domineering and commanding aura that he had around him. I can do this, I told myself. I will not bow it succumb to his dominance.
But he moved like he owned the world dominance itself and I balled. I turned away from his intense gaze and placed it on something less intimidating.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about ” I said, trying to buy time.
He placed on finger on my chin and lifted it so that I’d be staring into his eyes instead.
“What’s wrong, why did you push me away?” He asked me softly.
The truth was at the tip of my tongue but I was ashamed of saying that he was seducing me because he wasn’t even trying and I was the one with the wetness between my legs.