Eighty two

CHAPTER 82

SANTIAGO.

I was totally annoyed at the entire situation, looking deep in her eyes I could see the fact that she was lying but why then to my face.

Still I couldn't understand why she would. .. The entire situation looked confusing to me even as I drove out of the car park in fury.

My heart was pounding heavily from deep within, I slammed my hands against the steering wheel of the rented car In frustration.

For a minute, my mind reflected on what had happened the night I picked her up for dinner. She was the first ever person to ride in the car with me since I rented it newly and if the envelope had gone missing that day it was most definitely her.

While I knew without conviction that it was seized by her, I had to tell myself it might be wrong as well. There were chances that Martha would have taken it as well.

As such I was in a foul mood while parking the car at the garage. I found Martha standing by an Suv as I was alighting, she looked to be having a deep conversation with the men as I approached where they were.

"What is going on?" I asked as soon as I approached where they were.

"They are from the company, they came to help us move ."

"Move?" I thought to myself ignoring the fact that she had actually used the word us… on other days I would have spent a long time trying to make her understand there was nothing as such but then there were more important things thriving in my heart at the moment.

"Who is in charge?" I asked again. She points me toward a huge man as I make my way towards him slowly with Martha behind me.

"My colleague told me. Something about moving,why were we not informed prior to this moment?"

"I am sorry sir but we got the instructions today as well, we had been trying to reach you both for days now and haven't been able to."

"Oh, that explains the hidden call ID"

I stood back and watched the rest of the preceding, after they were done we were soon driving away from the motel to where we would be spending the rest of our stay.

As we drove down the city, the soft lighting sparkled off the glass view of the city, highlighting the atmosphere that looked to be so self absorbing.

With the van driving ahead of us, I was forced to drive much more slowly, slower than I would have usually gone.

I didn’t know how but the thoughts of the events unfolding wouldn't just leave as it felt It again, the whole feeling it left behind was something lolled into a sense of warmth yet filled with other acrimonious feelings forcing my heart to beat heavily.

It was obvious the whole event was having a toil on me, in the next moment I couldn’t stop myself from looking toward where she was—

I saw her looking already, with a different expression on her face than what I was expecting, so I could see the look of concern almost like she was worried.

If I didn't know her I would have fallen for that same antics, but I knew very much of how manipulative she could be.

While others would have said she deserved a second chance regardless of what she had done, the problem was, if I stopped to ask or give her that chance to speak She'd most likely take advantage of the situation to her own advantage.

Call it only wishful thinking . . . But I knew this woman like the back of my hands.

She was the devil…

***

The apartment was well furnished and I must stay pretty. I stood in the middle staring at a piece of nude art on the walls while the furniture was being arranged.

Assuming she could, or perhaps still acting like she was still concerned Martha strolled till she was standing beside where I was, staring at the same art.

"Nice piece, ey?"

I glanced at her with a half-lidded amber gaze that set the pulse Inside of me racing.

"What do you want woman, you have been staring hard at me all day."

The hint of a sly smile pulled at his lips, almost as if she was thinking the same thing as I was or perhaps she was expecting that I asked the question.

Whatever it was, she returned my exact facial expression before muttering something inappropriate like perhaps a cuss word.

"What did you say?" I was not certain that I heard her clearly.

“I said stop acting like an asshole." She repeated the words amidst heavy breathings.

I frowned, a little surprised than affronted. It was the first time she had used a curse word to insult me and she was doing it Infront of these people?

Maybe I caused this anyways, maybe I was overdoing this.

Could I have warranted the manner she had spoken to me?

At the moment diverse thoughts went through my mind.as I was consumed by a sudden wave of animosity that looked to overcome me when I noticed we were starting to create a scene and the workers had stopped to watch us.

I took the remaining steps toward where she was, she trembled as I reached right In Front of her eating up the space that

spanned between us with a force filled with acrimonious feelings.

I stood by her side, close enough she would be the only one hearing what I had to say.

Close enough I could see her skin tremble, her heart gave her away as I could hear it beating heavily.

She was scared, scared as she should be yet for some funny reasons I couldn't bring myself to say anything hurtful to her.

The need to burst open my emotions and let out my anger filled the racing nerves in my veins as I walked past her to the doors.

I could have sworn to hearing a sigh of relief from her as I reached the entrance.

"Yeah, that is the best thing for you to do. " She hollered. "Go back to your wretched lover."

"That wretched lover is two times the woman you are not." I answered without looking back.

Perhaps it was a figurine, perhaps her heart … I most definitely heard something shattering.