Tina's POV.To my utter horror, arriving back at Trove company I saw reporters littered around the outside of the building.They were waiting, chattering amongst themselves with cameras at their sides poised for the terrifying job of picture taking.My fingers bite into each other from the anxiety that was coursing through my veins, pushing my breaths out in gasps.I watched from in between buildings far off from Trove as workers coming back from lunch were assaulted into giving an interview or to giving the location of Simon.Workers huddled into their suits trying to avoid the shutters clicking in their faces and the questions about where Simon was.Just one photo was enough to ruin my perfectly protected bubble that was my life .Glancing at my watch, I see I’m tending towards ten minutes late.I drag my hand across my face, a strand pulling free from my loose bun. Peeping out from my hiding place I see the reporters unrelented in their fervent duty of finding Simon.It wa
‘Say something', my mind urged me as we burst out of the alley between buildings unto a narrow street that was devoid of people.Still I huddled into hoodie, ‘wouldn’t want anyone to see Simon Valero pulling my hand'.As the though hits me, just thinking of the headlines it would make had me trying to snatch my hand away from the vice like grip, it does nothing, only causing him to glance at me, lips pursed and nose flaring impatiently, He tsked and glanced forward, continuing in his forceful pulling, my face heated and it felt like he was chiding a little child.He stops pulling, hand still on my hand and the temporary relaxation of the strength with which he hakd it had me wrenching my hand forcefully from his.My eyes glanced at the car with tinted windows he gestured for me to get in.‘I would like an explanation', I fold my arms across my chest and the arms of my hoodie bulged out, inflating in the process.He looks at me with that impatient look again, opening the car door an
Chapter 39 Heat pulled to my cheeks again and I was certain he saw them from the bright light in the hallway, ‘Would you like me to accompany you', dark eyes fix me with a soft look, ‘Hmm', coherent words flee and I fumble for words through the hold that he had me in. His finger kept sliding across the inside of my wrist in a circular motion and I hoped he wasn’t able to feel the blood pounding through my veins from how fixated he was on my pulse point. I blink once, twice and take two steps back and pull my hand free, my wrist suddenly feeling cold from the absence of his touch, I avert my eyes from his and try to make meaning of his statement. Shaking my head in an attempt to clear my head, my eyes catch on the disappointment that registers in his eyes for a brief moment, ‘I'll let Miss Debra know that I assigned you a task.’ Seconds pass before I nod my head in understanding, ‘Thanks’, even though I couldn’t hope to fathom the meaning behind his words,
Amused brown eyes peer at me and I fold my arms in mock anger suppressing the smile forming on my lips. ‘So you have time now right’, I couldn’t hold it back, a smile splits my face in two as seeing his familiar smile brought relief from my thoughts. When he keeps looking at me with his eyebrows raised I wave his question away, ‘Don't worry, I’m not murdering anyone just yet’, ‘Your hair', he points at my hair with his chin, ‘you let it down', ‘My hair band got lost in transition', I smoothen down my hair self conscious, ‘You look good', his eyes turn serious, ‘Thank you', I smile at the compliment. ‘No really, you look beautiful', an unreadable look stays fixed in his eyes, ‘Uhh, thanks?’, I feel a little confused as his fingers twitch on his desk over and over. Seconds pass then he shakes his head and folds his palms together, blinking a smile onto his face. ‘You don’t even show up like this on weekends', he draws closer to me eyeing the people around
Glancing around the empty hall left apprehension crawling through me, I felt stupid remembering that I had no key card so getting through the secured door would be impossible.It left me with a choice between walking through the crowd of hungry reporters, or walking all the way to Simon’s office.The later was almost as nerve racking as the first, it was as if every time I developed a way of dealing with the tumultuous feelings that plagued me around Simon, he discovered a new way of stirring said feelings.Shifting to a soft side seemed like his new method, a side I never saw in our marriage.‘Was he worried about me?', the thought plagued me, putting my head on a rollercoaster.‘Why was he worried about me?', I tried to make meaning of his behavior, the way his eyes crinkled at the sides and the way his eyebrows furrowed with worry.He didn’t show up when reporters came for me all those years ago, talk less of show a reaction, talk less of worry about me.‘So why, why now', t
Black eyes shine in the dark office, staring at meAn unblinking gaze at first, drawing me in, leaving me stuck, in a place between hatred and longing, fear and awe.‘I should get up, get as far away from his gaze as possible', the thought strikes, spurring me into action yet it felt like the cold from the floor had seeped into my bones leaving me frozen in my squated position,My legs ached from being in one position for a long time but I stayed still not wanting to break thw le moment as he stared at me, his eyes squinting a little bit, like someone confused.He blinked once, twice his eyes staying close a little longer the second time.Removing his hand from where they were squashed under his cheek, he wiggles them, trying to get blood flowing.His next action has me flying out of my trance like state, warm fingers brush my face and swipe across my cheek,Where his gaze had a freezing effect, his touch had the opposite leaving me springing up from my squatted position and pu
Getting to work bright and early was kind of hard as my eyes close and open with the feeling of frustration starpping me to my bed,The unanswered question was still on my mind and I kept turning back and forth in bed, my eyes shut tightly.‘Waaaakkkkee uuuuppp', a shrill, siren like voice rings in my ear,‘Christ, Ajax', my brain startles out of its muddled state‘Were aarrree laaaatee', he punctuates each word, his jarring voice spurring me into action,‘I’m up, I’m up', I jump from the bed, tripping and landing on my butt as my legs get tangled in m blanket that had knotted from my back and forth movement on my bed,A giggle escapes his mouth and I mock glare at his snickering faceHe shows me his tongue and bounds out of my room, still giggling as he goes,A smile finds my face at his retreat, I felt significantly better than I had when I woke.My little sunshine, he just had a way of making everything better, I wrestle myself out of the knotted blanket and get ready for
The click clack of my heels follow me with every angry footstep I take to the elevatoe Anger worked my jaw in a grind and tightened my shoulders in a knot, ‘How could he', anger rolls off me in waves as I head back to my department. On second thoughts I change direction to the rooftop ‘I wouldn’t want anyone to add toghe swirling mess inside of me' Breathing in through my nostrils and ou of my mouth, I try to calm the brewing tempest inside of me ‘This was nothing short of threatening me with my life', a life I was doing a terrific job of protecting. Arriving at the rooftop, the fresh morning breeze does nothing to calm my beating heart and my mind keeps dwelling on Simon ‘Just yesterday I thought he worried about me', I run my hand through and the pins holding my bun together come clattering to the floor. The pins strewn haphazardly across the floor made everything worse and I breath out through clenched teeth Strands of my hair fall onto my face, blown astray by the morning