Chapter 7

• "You're her personal assistant?" His gaze lightens on me, but mine doesn't. "At first I couldn't recognize you behind those glasses and clothes, but it is you."
• I see a smile flash over his face, but it is gone in seconds. "You were in the Five-Star hotel dressed in an expensive outfit and.." He takes a pause, "What were you doing there dressed in that manner?" If he keeps putting two plus two together, he might end up with zero.
• I clench my teeth together, staring at the man who seems to be wanting answers from me, answers I do not want to give. "You were at the Five-Star hotel too dressed in nothing short, but rags and wretched clothes, what were you doing there dressed in that manner?"
• "I was in disguise," he admits as he takes a step closer, his green eyes not leaving mine one bit. "What were you doing there?" He asks yet again, towering over me. A far off his height didn't show well, but being so close up now, I feel like a midget before him.
• I sigh, knowing I have no way to escape, but I also know that surrendering is not an option I want to take. For what it's worth, there is a lot at stake like how I knew about the matchmaking, and also those who help me. There's surely so much at stake.
• "Answer me!!" He warns in a distilled voice, as he grabs me by my arm yet again. Few people give us a weird look before passing by, but he chooses to ignore it all.
• My cheek burns up and my tears threaten to fall as his finger dig into my arm, causing unmeasurable pain. For an unknown reason, I feel like I am afraid of him. His cold eyes, his cold yet burning eyes, piercing into my soul. I feel trapped, I desperately need an escape from him, but I'm so confused to think.
• Breathe in,
• Breathe out.
• You need to think hard and fast.
• His burning stare seems to catch something in my eyes, some information maybe? A clue? I panic.
• "You were there for the fundraising party weren't you?" I breathe down and am about to speak when he continues. "But you weren't supposed to be there were you?"
• I do not answer because I have no words to reply, but he does.
• "That's what you meant when you said you had it under control wasn't it? You were hoping to seduce that bastard, weren't you? but he, in turn, tried to-" He stops himself, looking down at me in less worth. "I shouldn't have stopped him." He spits out, his eyes giving equal insult as his mouth. "I should have let him use you like the whore you truly are."
• I gasp as his last words tear deep into my heart. I have been insulted this way before, and those other times I stand my ground and defend myself but now I can't, and it hurt so much and I can't say anything. I feel angry at him because he knows nothing about me and he has no right to judge me. But I just stand still, looking up at him like a hypnotised mute.
• "Well, aren't you going to say anything uh?" He demands in a growling tone.
• "Go to your fiancée." Is all that comes out of my mouth to him. I am not sure that's all I want to say because my cheek feels like it is going to explode at any moment, but I decide that I'll be the better person today.
• He releases my arm, I quickly wrap my hand around it as I'm sure I'll have a bruise there later on. He stumbles back a little and he looks rather confused, but neither did he say anything else before leaving.
• My tears begin to fall as soon as he enters inside, I try to wipe them off but they keep coming.
• I feel disoriented.
• I wonder what other havoc he has caused within me by with his cold and harsh words.
• I bring my phone out from my purse and send a message to Paris, I know I cannot continue back to the office, at least not in this mood.
• Can't make it back to work, I've got a massive headache coming on. If there's anything you need to have done, forward it to my house I'll work on it there and bring it over tomorrow.
• Sent
• Delivered 11:39 a.m.
• I pray to heavens that Paris pardons me today and let me go home. I wait a few minutes then my phone beep for a message from Paris, I open it.
• Received 11:41 a.m.
• Hope you are okay and sure no worries you can take the day off, I'll be with Rory the rest of the day. Take all the rest you'll need because tomorrow is a big day and I'll need my PA and friend by my side. :)
• I smile at the new Paris, the old Paris will never grant me leave in a million years, she wouldn't have let me leave even if it was my funeral. Maybe she did mean it when she said she wanted us to be friends and more than anything I want that.
• I take a cab back to the house, I pay the taxi man and get down in front of my house. Good thing everyone in the house is away, not ready to collide with anyone in the next ten years and I don't know how long my composure is going to last. I might accidentally bite someone's head off.
• I begin to walk towards my house when I hear someone calling out my name. I turn around and see Mycole my neighbour and best friend since high school running towards me. We were so alike to the point we both barely graduate out of high school with grade 'c'. Mine because I worked hard and his because the school couldn't have him repeat for the fourth time. Mycole always made it clear it wasn't his fault for the first three repeats as his parent had pushed him to skip some classes in his earlier years that was why he never coped in his later classes.
• After graduation, he moved away with his girlfriend and I never heard from him again, that was about four and half years ago, he's grown taller from what I can see and more ripped with a wide shoulder and broad chest.
• "Hey," I say, studying him as he gets closer.
• "Hey, Tay long time no see." He says with a sided crook smile before wrapping his arms around me for a hug I am expecting.
• "Hey, Cole I guess old nicknames never dies." I sardonically reply, pulling away and his smile widens.
• "You are the first girl that hardly smile." He remarks, brushing the strand of hair which fell on my face away.
• "Can that title get me rich? 'Cause that what I need now." I mumble a little upset, but not at him.
• He chuckles on hearing what I said. "You'll be rich, Tay, someday rich and powerful." He says matter of fact-ly.
• Mycole isn't your everyday normal guy, he has the insight into the future a gift only rare people possess. Before he was born a prophet told his mother she was going to give birth to a boy and he would also be a prophet and he sees everyone fate except his own. Mycole's mom kept telling him these things while he grew up, but he never took it to heart, but later in his early teenage age he began seeing into things, things impossible things no one should see. Some of those things made him lose his friends. Some called him a freak and others demon, but he was neither. He was just a kid with a gift from God.
• I had a big crush on him when we first met, he was fourteen, adorable, blue eyes, blonde hair, with a cute smile and I was nerdy twelve years old. It was more than just a crush so I told him, but he turned me off and told me he just wanted to be my friend. I was sad for days and I asked him if he was gay or into guys. He laughed and just said he knew we weren't going to last. I didn't push him and I just stayed as just his friend but once in a while, he'd warn me of certain things and people.
• As time passed, we got even closer and once there was a party going on and I asked him to come with me. He refused and told me to stay away because he saw me getting into trouble and being raped, but I was thirteen and stubborn and still chose to go thinking he was just being paranoid. Let's just say that party didn't go well and Cole was the one who rescues me before things got out of control with the school football player. When I asked him how he knew, he told me it was because he could see into the future. I asked if that was the reason he turned me off and he said yes and that he already saw me rich and happy with someone else.
• When my dad got sick, I ran to him and asked him if my dad was going to die he told me he didn't see anything, but I knew he was lying and I confronted him. I remember his words were 'I do not like what I see, that's why I do not want to tell you 'cause I see you at a funeral next week'
• He apologizes, saying he was sorry, but I couldn't blame him. Two days later my Dad died and five days after we were at his funeral. Since then I have taken all the advice he gives and did well to keep him close. And the three Js took him like a big brother.
• "You've been accurate till you said I'd be rich, so far I'm still one of the most broke girls in town," I say and begin to walk to the door.
• His face breaks into a wide grin. "I know I said that more than five years ago, but I do see you rich and powerful."
• I open the door and we both enter inside. "So did you graduate?" He asks as I toss the key on the table.
• I raise an eyebrow at him. "You tell me aren't you the prophet here?"
• He pauses and holds his mouth together in quick thought. "Yea I know I see, but not everything. I pray some out and dream some, but that's just it. But judging from the look of things around, I'd say you dropped out." He says in a guess falling on the chair.
• That also is accurate.
• I pull off my shoe and set them one side. " Mom got sick and I had to get a job and support the family."
• "What job." He asks in curious interest.
• "Personal assistant." I sigh and walk to the kitchen.
• "You don't like the job." This is the reason he is my best friends, he knows things before I tell him.
• "I do, just a bad day I guess."
• I can't cook so I don't go near the gas. Instead, I open the freezer and bring out two cups and an Orange juice.
• "With your boss or someone else?" He asks, and from his voice, I can tell he hasn't moved from his position.
• "I don't want to talk about it."
• "Is it a boy then?" He prompts eagerly.
• "I said I don't want to talk about it!" I snap angrily, dropping the juice on the freezer and it splashes on the floor and I cuss angrily.
• "Watch your step," Mycole warns almost immediately as I step on the juice on the floor and went flying the next second. I land hard and painfully on the ground and I don't move, the next seconds I see Mycole running over to me.