Ninety four

CHAPTER 94

GLENN

He stepped closer with a gaze running down the length of me, in a way his hair found a way to be wet as he wore it loose today—He never does that.

Many things gave him away,as he kept a weak smile on his face as he stood right there.

He stares for a while before asking. "Is this a perfect time?" His voice was like a deep,

timbre slithering down my spine with a rough caress.

Yet looking deep in his eyes I could immediately feel every emotion as well, it was as though I could feel his soul. His soul looked dark to me at that very moment.

His red eyes gave him away, it gave away the fact that he had actually been crying.

Why, though?

The question was on my mind as he forces a smile, the dark cloud still rained hard upon the roof like it would flood the earth, I listened to his heart beat through the flow of the gentle current filled with reverberation as it drifted against my skin, but couldn’t thaw the

coldness that had started filling my soul up.

I listened to him breathe heavily while I was debating what I would do, should I ask him what was wrong or not.

For some reason it felt doing nothing wasn’t an

option, there was a need to ask, a need to know.

Fuck it … I thought to myself as I threw the question.

"Are you fine?" I watched him while asking as I felt the urge to touch him. I felt the urge to feel through his hair and stroke it.

It rained torrent and here we were listening to our individual heart beating … Each sound was like an echo through time and space and everything else in between .

I caught doing the thing he does when angry or tense—He scratched his jaw —He was thoughtful as he took a deep sigh letting the air travel through him.

My mind was wandering… . wondering, I was divided on if this was about me and he had perhaps found out.

Rather than have that moment of shame I thought about apologizing first, I didn’t think as my mind felt deluded.

"I… " I was about speaking but was disturbed by another sigh. I asked anyway. "Is this about me?"

This time the words fell out of him in a gesture he hesitated for a minute but after a second, the man gave me a small nod, as he did I could feel the tiniest amount of relief spread through me, but I didn’t trust him yet.

Three heartbeats passed and he was still quiet.

A cold air drifted down my spine, as it flowed throughout the room , deep down in my mind all I could sense was pain but a different kind of it, a small part of me believed I was part of him as well, as we were literally mated.

"I lost my father… " He muttered calmly.

"What?" I questioned.

"I am so sorry."

If emotions weren't that abstract then most definitely I could taste the pain at that moment when he had spoken, I reached out to where it was and tried to comfort him in the best way I could.

The relief I had temporarily felt faded away from view as what was left would regret, pure shearing regrets.

He was a man that had hardly spoken about his family. At some point I had thought he was like me and had no one but at the same time at this moment I was reaching this verdict that he must have truly loved his father.

"I don't know what to say Santi." I shut my eyes.

He held my hands. "Just promise you'd be there … It might get crazy but just promise me."

I sighed suggestively. "I promise."

He was about to speak when his phone buzzed.

"Martha?" I asked with my voice tinted with a bit of jealousy.

He shook his head . "Work." He kissed me on the lips. " I would have to go now."

I walked him down stairs and he waves at Ann before leaving.

Once again we were alone—Anna, my thoughts and myself.

I turned to Anna almost immediately. "He lost his father."

"What ?" She stood there in shock.

"I don't even know how to comfort him." I paced through the room.

Anna was right there worried as well, it was the aftermath of rain and looking out through the glass I could still see as People walked through the street drenched by the rain. They could be drenched by the rain but I was drenched by my dark naivety—

"You don't have to say anything, you just have to be there for him." She muttered.

I had been thinking of how best I would have handled the situation, different thoughts were screaming in my mind at that moment leaving behind the thought that this was not perfectly dealt with.

"Maybe you should go see him?" She suggested.

I rolled my eyes. "Right there in his house, Martha would skin me alive."

My words forced a bitter laughter from her. " I take it that you are Scared of her, they are not married… They are just colleagues. "

" A colleague carrying his child. "

" That is not true, something is totally off about her. "

Ever since the restaurant issue I had thought the best way for me to deal with the situation was to ignore her but at the minute I could feel it all coming back.

Nerves played beneath my skin. As I stared deeply at her, I was still oblivious about everything.

“There is no way I am going there but I would try calling him or something. ” I said eventually.

I blinked, realizing that she was trying to bait me into admitting that part of my fear but for the moment I didn't feel like it, I really did want to spend my day around him but not that way.

The feeling this thought left in me was unnerving, it was an aftermath feeling I knew wouldn't be there for a long time.

I was just lost in myself, soul in body as each part of me was seeking a way out, a way that I wasn't sure I'd find as I was completely doomed in him.

"You know what you can always deal with later, give it a better thought and you'll figure something out." She looked up finally from filing her nails.

"Are you sure?"

"Most definitely certain. " She smiles. "Do you know what else I am sure of?" She looked around While speaking.

"We need to get out of this place, I don't think the boss is coming back, it is getting late."

This next morning I’d awoken to the sound of rain still drizzling, it had been two days—yesterday and today —since he told me about his father's demise and I was still yet stuck with now I was going to deal with the situation.

I listened to the sound of the rain in the background as each drip it made was seeping into my subconscious as I lay in my bed for longer than a minute.

For a moment I ran through everything in my mind again, ran through how the week had went—

It had been a Crazy week if I was to think about it. I had been refraining from taking myself for a run ever since the incident about those men, as I couldn't trust that they wouldn't be watching in any of those moments.

I ran through how the weekend would be already. It was looking like I would be stuck at home with the weather.

I was still thinking about everything when I heard a sound at the door. My guess was one of the neighbors or Anna was right there

I grumbled as I forced myself to the door and there he was .