Chapter 5: Michael
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"Actually-" I raised my index finger to argue when Eden stormed out of the elevator.
"I can read your thoughts. Just like the others. Asian girls are exotic, ethnic, spicy, sexy, freaks in bed, and tight." Eden spit the words out as she walked without looking at me. "I don't have to see or hear your words to know seeing me didn't give you those thoughts. That I'm good at mathematics. That I must be bad at driving. That I must be timid and shy. Quiet." She ranted and ranted in front of me, and I grabbed her hand to lead her in the right direction of my car. She yanked her hand from my grasp and rubbed it. "Don't touch me."
I was only trying to help her. I was only trying to make this easier on the both of us. Why couldn't she see that? Why could she not tell that all I wanted to do was help her? I just wanted this woman to be happy and not look down on herself so hard. She didn't deserve that. She deserved to feel powerful and as gorgeous on the inside as she was on the outside.
I sighed, "I was just going to lead you towards my car. We were straying from it." I ran my hand through my messy hair, as I waited for her to listen to my desperate words.
"And if I don't get into your car?" Eden froze in her spot as if she was contemplating all of her reasoning behind why she had even thought of listing herself on that site. I really didn't know what she was thinking, but I assumed that she was going over the steps she had taken to get into my father's clutches.
"Then I'll let you go and make up some excuse for my father as to why I no longer have you beside me." I cleared my throat as I watched her back shiver. "Are you cold?"
"No." Eden cleared her throat and clenched her hands in and out of fists. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and spun on her heel to face me.
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