9: Still not friends
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Cesaro Mizra
"What are you doing here?" Reina asked a man who was glaring at me. I stood behind Reina watching the scene unfold. We arrived at a small house after walking for more than ten minutes; the only noise was the sound of the passing vehicles and the wind.
It was irritating and uncomfortable because of the thoughts that swirled around my mind as I walked two feet behind Reina. The only thing I want to feel for her is hate, but unfortunately lust has joined the party.
Just before Reina could insert the key into the front door, it opened from inside. A tall dark man stood on the other side looking out at us.
"I came for my things, and I wanted to talk to you." The man says, not taking his eyes off me.
It was my cue to leave, although my jacket was still over Reina's shoulders. At least that is what I plan to tell the she-devil if she asks. I didn't have it in me to tell her or anyone else that the only reason I was still here is because I wanted to see if the man posed any threat to Reina.
She seemed tense the moment she saw him, and despite the fact that the woman had horns she revealed only to me, I know she will show them to this man if he should push her to the limit. Still, I refuse to leave her alone with him.
What kind of man would I be if I left a woman who could possibly be in danger?
"There's nothing to talk about, Aaron; just get your things and leave," Reina says.
The man who tries to look intimidating nods in my direction. "I see you have moved on, and that too with a boy."
I couldn't help but snort at his comment. I couldn't see Reina's facial expression from where I was standing, but it was clear from the words she spoke next that she didn't want to have a conversation with him.
"Just leave me alone, Aaron."
Aaron took a few steps until he was standing outside, right in front of Reina. He stares down at her. "You know I can't do that until you listen to what I have to say, baby doll."
This idiot was also getting on.
my last damn nerve. Taking a step, I stood next to Reina. "For your own good I suggest you listen to the lady and leave."
"Lady?" He snorts, looking at Reina and then at me. "A bitch is what she is, and what are you going to do if I decide not to listen to you?"
Aaron then took another step, ready to start a fight he would not win. I wasn't phased one bit.
Reina put a hand on Aaron's chest to stop him. "Cut the bullshit and just leave. I don't want to hear anything you have to say, nor do I want to see you again."
I could practically feel the anger radiating off her.
"He is so damn unpredictable," she mutters.
I smirk at her previous statement while looking at this waste of space.
He balled his fist in anger, looking as if he was trying his best to find words. He kept his glare at me, but I was just honestly bored and wanted him to get lost so I could get back to my place and enjoy the silence.
"Whatever. Enjoy your boy for tonight, but just know, Rein, I'm not giving up on us." Aaron reaches into the house and grabs a grey duffle bag.
He gave Reina one last look before looking at me. We glare at each other before Aaron takes a step forward, but he doesn't make it too far.
"Oh, and Aaron?" Aaron turned around to see a teasing smile on Reina's face. She patted my chest gently, which surprised me much like she did earlier tonight by the pool. "He's more man than you'll ever be."
I raised a brow while looking at Reina, who was watching as Aaron walked away angrily. I thought my ears were playing tricks on me. As soon as he was out of sight, our eyes met. Reina removed her hand from my chest and took a step back.
"Don't hurt that brain of yours, Mirza; we're still not friends." Reina took off the jacket and held it out for me to take.
"I never thought we were, baby doll." I smirk, grabbing my jacket with such force that it jerked her forward. Before Reina could say a word, I turned around and left.
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"Are you sick, sir?" Mikayla asks me as soon as she walks into my office.
I stare at the woman for a few seconds before deciding not to reply to her idiotic question.
Why else would I ask her to bring me medicine?
It is all that stubborn woman's fault. I take the medicine from Mikayla and read the instructions. If she had only gone back in that car like I told her to.
Removing the cover, I took two teaspoons of the bitter-sweet liquid. It was just a cold, but if my mother could see me now, she would get me another bracelet to add to the six I already have on my right wrist.
If I didn't respect her beliefs, I would have thrown them away the very moment she gave them to me. I sat looking at them, trying to remember what each represents, soon resuming work after no luck.
A few hours later I climb up the stairs, wanting to reach my bedroom so badly. The damn medicine did nothing for me; if anything, it made me feel even more horrible. My head was pounding, and my body felt like it had gone to war and was defeated. I couldn't tell the last time I felt this sick.
Throwing myself on the bed like a child, I begin to loosen my tie. A frustrating groan was released at the sound of my phone ringing. I was tempted to throw it across the room; the last thing I want to do is talk to the person on the other line or anyone at all.
"What is it, Father?"
"I heard you canceled the board meeting you were supposed to be at this very moment," Father says.
I groan again. The only meeting I want to attend is the one in my dreams. Sleep was calling my name. "The meeting can wait."
"Are you alright, son?" Father asks, sounding concerned.
"I have never been better, Father."
I didn't wish to tell him that I was feeling ill. I could be bleeding out; my answer would still remain the same.
"Are you sick?" I heard my father ask, bringing me out of my sleepy state.
"I won't be any longer if you get off the phone and let me sleep."
"I'll send over some soup and ask your mother for the recipe of that homemade medicine she used to give you when you were younger."
"That's not necessary, Father." I tell him even though I am feeling terrible.
"Don't be silly, son; now get some rest," Father says with a bit of excitement in his tone.
Ignoring whatever it was, I sigh in relief as I close my eyes.