She's still in your head, right? “And they finally decided to grace us with their presence,” The Grandma said sarcastically immediately we came to the kitchen area where Ryan was sure his grandma would be because she enjoyed cooking so much that she cooked immediately she came back from anywhere whilst she complained about the food she ate out being too bland or salty. On other regular days, if she didn't see her grandson bent over me, doing whatever, I would have fawned over her and said how much I love the curated meal plan of the Greece hotel we stayed in when we went for a business trip, but this was not every other day, so I stayed put and looked at my sock padded feet as red stained my cheeks. If we didn't look like we just had sex before, we definitely looked it now with my swollen lips and Ryan's rumpled pyjama shirt. Let's not talk about our messed up hair. “Romeo, get the shrimps from the freezer. You have shrimps right, or you were too busy,” She wriggled her eyebrows at
Don't Break His Heart“You're wondering, why this extremely big house?” That was the first words she said to me as we stepped outside the house and started walking down the garden. The cool summer breeze hit my face, same time the smell of citrus wafted into my nose. Being surrounded by nature is just one of the best things one can get. In the busy NY City where landlords built everything so close to each other that some units cannot open their windows without slamming their neighbors open one. It was a hassle and actually frustrating seeing as the astronomical prices they charge for rent didn't match the bizarre living conditions of the house.“I am sorry, what?” I asked. She was right, everytime I passed by something, I always had a look of awe and a judgmental stare. Because why it was nice to have this space, was this really a home? Did it have the feel of that or more like a museum as I also saw many expensive paintings that as an artist my eyes almost bugged out of their sockets
I Need To See A Doctor, Something Is Broken In MeRYAN'S P.O.V“So, you and her huh?” My grandfather asked when Violet and my grandma stepped out of the house for the walk my grandma was talking about. He wriggled his brows suggestively at me. When my grandma asked Violet to go out on a walk, she looked at me pleadingly, but there was nothing I could do, however, I knew she was in good hands. I, on the other hand, I couldn't explain what was happening to me whenever I set my eyes on her. Thank goodness grandpa was still here, we need to figure it out together.“So and so.” I replied. My eyes were still on the door that she and my grandma disappeared from like they were going to appear any second now.“You don't see her in a romantic light? Why then we're you guys...” My grandpa started asking when the words died a natural death in his mouth when he possibly remembered who he was speaking to. It was I, his grandson, with diagnosed sociopathy since when I was ten years old. How then cou
I Want To Protect My HeartMy hand flew to my chest immediately. I could feel my heart beat rapidly against my chest like it wanted to leap out. “You almost scared me to my RIP date. Why did you whisper in that manner?” I turned to the culprit which was my Boss by the way and asked.“You were frightened. Why?” He asked. I threw my hands in the air and released an experated sigh, “Because when you sneak up from behind someone and whisper in a cynical voice, the person is inclined to be frightened closer to their RIP date.”“I have a cynical voice. I never knew that.” He said.“Well, you do." I told him and bent down to pick up the pieces of the mug that broke. He reached out to stop me, and I wish he didn't because my hands were still shaky from the shock and my boss being beside me, I didn't look properly and picked it haphazardly and because of that the glass nipped the skin of my finger and blood started gushing out.“I tried warning you not to use your bare hands to pick up the s
I Am Jealous, I Admit “Have you gotten the Aerospace file I sent?” Ryan asked me from his desk. It's been like this all morning since I told him yesterday that we needed to maintain a professional attitude and act like nothing happened between us. I walked out after telling him that and went to the form desk to chat with Lillian, after which I came upstairs and he was no longer in the office. I felt relieved, but also bad that I had to tell him something like that just to protect my heart and stop the both of us from taking whatever this was further.When I woke up this morning, I wondered how it was going to be at the office today. If he was going to avoid me or question what I said yesterday. It was however neither of these two options. Instead, he just did exactly as I asked by treating our relationship in a cordial and professional way. It was what I asked for, but, it left a nagging feeling I didn't like in my chest.Now that he asked me this question, he wasn't looking up from
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE It Hurts, I Don't Know Why“And see who decided to come back.” Ryan said, setting her back on the ground. If I thought she glowed when I saw her at the reception area, I was wrong. It was seeing him that made her eyes brighten and shimmer. I was almost certain that they have a history together. A romantic history, that is.“And see who missed me?” She retorted still holding on to his hands and looking deeply into his eyes. I felt like marching up to them and removing her hands from his. Those hands that touched me in sensitive parts of my body and had me convulsing in pleasure for minutes. But I couldn't, because he wasn't mine and I made sure of that by stifling whatever wanted to develop between us. Seeing them made me regret my action. I wished I could turn back the hands of time.“I didn't miss you.” He stated.Good, take that! I thought in my head.“Says someone that was badgering me with when are you coming back every week.” She chuckled.“That's an exaggera
How Can The Heart Break Even More?“Why are your eyes puffy? Are you coming down with something?” That was what Rainie asked me immediately I entered the kitchen. Last night I replayed everything that happened between Ryan and I. From the moment he kissed me on the couch in his drunken state, to the moment he changed the office rules because of me, down to his house when he confessed that I drove him crazy. Things that usually brought a smile to my lips whenever I thought about it, brought tears to my eyes. The tears ran down my cheeks and soaked a part of my pillow. I had never cried this much except from the days my parents passed away, after Annie told me I could cry and it doesn't make me weak. I analysed everything to check if he had played games with me, but, everything felt so sincere and it hurt my head as I thought of it. Whoever said the heart could not break lied. I could feel my heart shattering in my chest and there was nothing I could do to stop it.When I told him yeste
Why Must I Protect A Heart that Wants him? “I said it was Ryan that sent them over. At least that was what it said on the delivery paper. He even used the quick delivery because he wanted you to get the soups while they were still hurt. Isn't he quite considerate?” She chuckled and wriggled her brows at me.“I still don't get why he would send these to me? We are not close enough for that,” At Rainie's raised brows at the statement, I hastily amended my statement, “At least not anymore.”“If you are so curious on why he sent it, why don't you send him a text saying ‘Hey, I am not really sick. I am just heartbroken because I foolishly told you to treat me professionally when I clearly had feelings for you, but when you did today, I felt my heart break and I got jealous over someone that might just be your childhood friend. Why then did you send me the soups knowing that we are not really on speaking terms?" Annie said her sarcastic tone well in place.“When you put it like that, you ma