LOGINMR. BEAU’S POV (continued)“Please,” I pleaded, my voice low and trembling, desperate enough to make my chest ache. “At least tell me what hospital she’s at?” My heart raced, each word heavy with longing……as if my very existence depended on hearing the answer.“Let go of me now!” he snapped, his voice rough, his eyes flushing a deep red. Anger radiated from him like heat, making me feel stupid and vulnerable.I quickly loosened my grip on his shoulders, stepping back as if I'd been burned, gasping hard for breath. I could feel my own face flush with embarrassment and regret.“I... I’m so sorry… please, don’t be offended. I... fuck! I overreacted. I am deeply sorry,” I stammered, my voice quaking, eyes darting away in a futile attempt to hide my humiliation. My mind raced, panic edging in, my hands fidgeting at my sides….still, my anxiety only got worse.What the hell have I done? If I made him angry, he would surely tell Shimma about it. They might fire me, and if that happenes, I wou
MR. BEAU’S POV.I hardly slept through the night. All I could think about was her… Shimma.My body felt heavy with fatigue, my eyes stinging from a lack of rest. But even as exhaustion clawed at me, I could feel an insatiable yearning pulling me toward her. I had to see her. Teaching the kids wasn’t just about the job; it was my lifeline to her. I couldn’t pretend or hide my feelings any longer.I rushed through my morning routine, barely registering the water as it streamed over me in the shower. I skipped breakfast entirely, leaving my house like a man possessed as I drove to her place with a sense of urgency that felt like a fierce, gnawing hunger. Fuck!!!As I parked in the lot, I ran my fingers through my disheveled hair, trying to look somewhat presentable. I cracked my neck and cleared my throat, but it did little to calm the racing pulse thrumming beneath my skin. Every second felt like an eternity, my body buzzing with anticipation.Yesterday, when she told me that she adored
SHIMMA’S POV.“What do you mean someone is after our lives again? There isn’t any reason for anyone to want us dead. I mean, we’ve been so careful for years… maybe it’s some kids playing around,” I said, my voice trembling despite my attempts to sound calm. I could see the absurdity in my own words……how ridiculous I sounded. But still, I didn’t want to believe we were in danger.Yet, deep down, a heaviness weighed on my chest. I desperately wanted to believe that nobody would want to harm us again. That was part of my past… years ago, in a time that felt like an endless nightmare. This was supposed to be a new chapter, a life free of fear and threats. It can't be happening again. No!“In a five-star restaurant? A well-secured environment?” Mattias retorted sharply, his eyes glinting with anger and frustration. His jaw was tight, fists clenched at his sides. “Shimma, you don’t have to pretend or run away from the truth. Someone isn’t happy with me, and I have to know who that person is
‘MMR. BEAU’S POVShit! Shit! Shit!!I was so damn close!……So fucking close to telling her how I really felt. It felt like the perfect moment……the moment she said she adored me. I wanted to scream it out, how completely obsessed I was with her. I madly I loved her and needed her to be mine.But that guy…….Mattias. He had to go. All she saw was him, and as long as he was around, I had no chance with her….she would never be mine, and I’ll only keep hoping. But If he were out of the picture and I kept being there for her, she’d eventually have to open her heart to me. God! I miss her so much. I want to go back inside right now, pull her close, and never let her go. I want to smell her hair, and feel her smooth, soft skin against mine….I wa…want to……Fuck!!Suddenly, my phone buzzed, jolting me from my thoughts. I felt a jolt of panic as I looked down to see my mother’s name flash on the screen. I hissed, rolling my eyes. Fucking bitch!“Not now,” I muttered, ending the call and shoving my
“Knock! Knock!” “Who the fuck could be knocking this loud on my door?”I wondered, I quickly headed towards the door. Opening it to see Mr Beau, standing with his hands scratching behind his neck.“Uhhh,” he said, shutting his left eyes and staring at me nervously.I frowned, confused as to why he would know ck that loud. And why did he seem that nervous.“Is everything alright?” I asked, my frown deepening. He shook his head, his face pale as he avoided my gaze. “It’s just… I need to talk to you,” Mr. Beau stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush. His hands fidgeted behind his neck, as if he were trying to tug away the tension that hung in the air between us.“About what?” I pressed, suddenly feeling uneasy. His nervousness was more concerning than I initially thought. “You’re scaring me a little.”He took a deep breath, glancing down the hallway as though expecting someone to appear. “Uhhh….did I do something wrong to you?” He asked with shaky breath.“No, why?” I asked, tak
SHIMMA’S POV.“The kids aren’t done with their lessons why?” I asked, a frown of concern etched across my face.Mr Beau looked away for a moment, as if he was battling with his own thoughts.“Uhm,” he turned to me. “ I am just trying to cover up for the times we missed..don’t worry, they’ll be done soon,” he said, forcing a smile. I nodded, staring at him for a few second and noticing his weird expression.“It’s almost time for thier lunch, so please hurry do that ghey won’t miss their lunch time,” I said and he nodded.“S…sure! I’ll be through with them soon,” he said again, and with that, I turned to leave.He seemed so caught up with the kids, it didn’t look like he was the one who brought Elara to our room. But like I said, Elara’s hands could never make that much impact on the door. That was was a grown up knock.I paused, wondering if I should go back and ask him, but I shook my head, continuing to head back to the bedroom.MR BEAU’S POVShe seemed mad… was she mad at me? My mi







