4. I want to go home!
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“My wife…” the coldness in his voice made me freeze…
His wife! He is married! He is married to this angel?
I had thousand and one questions to ask from him, but words got held in my throat… I don’t know why my eyes started to blur with tears…
“Can you please keep it on the cupboard?” He asked with the same coldness. I quickly put the photo back on the cupboard and looked at him.
He didn’t say anything. No explanation, nothing…
He just turned away and went back to the living room.
I stood there for a few minutes, staring at the direction he got disappeared. Tears were running down my cheeks…
If he is married, why did he flirt with me? That was the main question I wanted to ask him. But the way he acted completely shut my mouth… He was so obvious that he doesn’t need to speak anything about it.
I slowly walked to the pantry.
I filled water in the electric kettle and switch it on…
He played with my emotions. He pretends like I have some special place in his heart… He never even mentioned he is married… My heart was debating…
Then my brain started to counter-attack… He didn’t tell you he is married. But same like that he didn’t tell anything about him as well. You didn’t even bother to ask!
Also, when did he really flirt with you? When did he say you are naturally beautiful? Is that when?
He was simply stating a fact, nothing more than that.
He just tried to help you when you are in trouble like any good human being would do.
He took care of your wounds, but he made sure he didn’t even touch you in an inappropriate way. You were wounded and exhausted. You were alone with him in this house. He could have taken advantage of you as much as he wanted. No one would even know. But he didn’t do any of those things. He just cooked for you, treat your wounds, and tried his best to comfort you. You call it flirting?
You are just stupid!!!
You are so naïve and you fantasize about him. So, you just fantasize about him flirting with you because that is what you wanted!
I know what my brain said was just cruel. But it is the truth.
I have no right to get angry with him. He is trying to help me. I should take his help and find a way to go home. That’s all. No strings attached!
I made coffee for both of us and went to the living room. He was still doing work in his files. He didn’t even notice I came to him. I put the mug in front of him without saying anything.
He thanked me without even looking at me.
Pouting at him, I went back to the same sofa I sat before…
I kept the mug on the coffee table in front of me and started staring at him again…
His mouth was a bit opened, showing how seriously he is focused on his work… From time to time he scratched his forehead and then kept on working on the file…
My heart ached when I recall he is married… That beautiful woman who could become his wife is the luckiest on this Earth… He is sexy as hell and he knows how to take care of a woman with respect. Without any doubt, he is damn rich and smart! What else a woman can ask for?
I wonder what his wife would think if she knows he brought me here and took care of me…
My trail of thoughts suddenly broke, as he shouted.
“What the fu** is this?” he spluttered while shouting.
I was so attached to my thoughts and it took me some time to understand what he is talking about.
He was holding the mug and frowning at me…
I quickly took a sip from my mug!
Jesus! What the fu** is this? I spat, coughing…
Not only the coffee was bitter than medicine, but I have also added salt instead of sugar! How on the Earth, I could be this stupid?
“How could you actually not recognize salt from sugar?” he yelled again spatting…
My face turned red… What a fu**ing embarrassment is this?
“Have you ever gone to the kitchen in your entire life?” then he asked, making me even more embarrassed and angry too…
Though I am the daughter of a rich politician, I have learned all the household work from my mom. I can cook pretty well. Making a cup of coffee is just nothing for me. I was so much attached to my thoughts that’s why I didn’t realize what I did.
However, I didn’t want to tell him any of these… Why should I try so hard to impress a married man?
“I am sorry,” I said casually.
“If you want some water. I can bring.” I then added.
“I will get water myself. Who knows what you would bring thinking it is water?” Though he seemed annoyed earlier, now he has come back to his usual self. So, his voice was filled with playfulness…
I didn’t say anything. Keeping the mug back on the coffee table, I lied on the sofa and closed my eyes.
“You also want water?” I heard him asking.
“No!” I just said, before closing my face with a cushion…
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I woke up as he removed the cushion from my face. I slowly opened my eyes… He was standing in front of me, looking at me…
“I cooked lunch. Let’s go eat,” he said.
Lunch? I fall asleep that long?
I quickly got down from the sofa and tried to stand up… I think I kept my foot in the wrong position because my ankle started to hurt like hell all of sudden!
“Ouch!” I shouted, sitting back on the sofa and rubbing my ankle again.
“It is hurting again, right?” he asked worriedly.
I didn’t reply.
“When this rain stopped, I will ask a doctor to come and see you.” He said.
“No need…” I said, again standing up…
“Why?” he wondered.
“What are you going to tell him if he asks who am I?” I simply asked looking at his face.
He didn’t say anything…
Though he tried to help me walk, I didn’t let him…
He let out a sigh and took his hand off from me…
We both started taking lunch… It was a simple but delicious meal… I couldn’t help but release a heavy sigh when I remembered his wife gets this kind of treatment from him every day.
“You said you are a college student. What are your subjects?” he asked suddenly.
“I study management,” I replied.
“I studied engineering in college. For my masters, I did Business Administration.” He said.
Wow! Just like I thought he is a smart guy!
“So, where you work?” I asked with the expectation of digging into his life.
“I own a company. Not a big one.” He said with a smile on his face… That smile… Why do you smile this attractively, when you belong to another woman?
“Wow! Impressive!” I said, ignoring the sadness in my heart…
“After the graduation, what are your plans?” he then asked.
“Well… My father wants me to involve in the family business, that’s why he kind of forced me to do management also.” I said.
“So, you didn’t want to do management. Then what do you want to do?” he asked.
“Arts… I love writing…” I said.
“Really? Have you written any book?” he then asked.
“Not published any of my work… Dad would kill me if he finds out I wrote books wasting my time.” I said with a weak smile…
Then he started to ask more about my writings and the genres I like writing. That was one of the most interesting topics I could keep on talking about for hours. So, I was enthusiastically explaining everything, completely forgetting I was angry with him.
However, I couldn’t continue my talk for long, suddenly his phone rang. He took his phone out. It was just a Nokia 101. I didn’t even know those phones are still in the market. Also how come a rich man like him using such a basic phone? When I was questioning myself, he spoke.
“I have to answer this. You may continue eating.” He said, standing up…
I was speechless… I felt neglected because he left me in the middle of our discussion… He could have cut the call and call back another time. I thought annoyingly looking at the way he went.
Also, why couldn’t he answer it in front of me? I think he went to his room to answer the call. What the fu**?
Maybe it is his wife… He may need to talk with her freely…
Would he tell her about me? She might feel jealous, right? If I was his wife, I wouldn’t stand it by any means… Indeed, he has to help a woman in need but staying alone with her in a house in an isolated place. That is off-limits…
Maybe his wife is far wiser and more experienced than me… Maybe she trusts her husband more than anything…
He didn’t hesitate even a bit to answer when I asked who is in that photo. That means he had no intention of hiding he is married. I think he is proud of his marriage and his wife…
Maybe they both are a perfect couple, who understands and trusts each other well…
Without even knowing, my heart filled with loneliness and I felt how tears were struggling to come out…
He came back to the table and sat, apologizing…
Without thinking twice, I stood up.
“Have you finished eating?” he asked, looking at my unfinished plate.
“I lost my appetite,” I said coldly.
“Maybe you are getting a fever. I will make you some soup.” He offered.
This time, I couldn’t hold back my tears… Why he has to be this caring and attractive when I can’t even think of making him mine?
“No need… I am going to my room.” Without waiting for his reply, I ran to the room and cuddled a pillow to cry…
I know him for less than 24 hours. I don’t know how I got this attached to him within this small time period. I couldn’t bear that he is married. The more I think how perfect they would look together, the more I got frustrated…
A few hours ago, my brain explained to me that he hasn’t done anything to make me feel this way about him. But ignoring all those, I was getting angry with him for taking care of me like this. I know I am stupid… But I thought it is better if I didn’t escape from my kidnappers. Then I won’t meet him and get my poor heart hurt this much…
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
“Hailey!” his worried voice raised behind the door.
When I heard his voice, I wanted to cry harder… I really need to make him mine… In my entire life, I had no one taking care of me like this except for my mom… I need his protection. I need his warmth on me… I need him to take care of me in my entire life… But I have no chance at that…
“Hailey! Are you crying? What the fu** has happened? ” he shouted nervously.
I still didn’t reply.
“God! You are driving me crazy… I am coming in…” he shouted and the next moment he opened the door and entered the room.
“What has happened? Why are you crying like this?” he asked hurrying to me…
I sat on the bed, and looked at his Greek God face… How could you make me obsess over you, Kai? How could you do that in less than 24 hours?
I thought looking at his dreamy blue eyes…
“Hailey!” he said, gently holding my hand… His voice was filled with concern…
I shook his hand roughly…
“I want to go home!” I shouted at him.
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