RUTHLESS

28. Heart Broken 💔

Chapter Twenty eight of Ruthless 💔
Can it be easily forgotten?

"Hello...." The word lasted for more than a second from his mouth. His tall figure standing in the middle of Nathan's large room. His lastest expensive, heavy sneakers taking each step forward to where a smoke was being released loosely. "Whao! What a sight!" He jammed his two hands together as if awarding Nathan for a great act. He picked up a cigarette from the pack in front of Nathan and slowly turned to Tito to do the needful. "I thought he told me he stops smoking a long time ago." The cigarette loosely hanging in between his teeth as Tito brought the lighter closer to his mouth.

"He drinks and smokes whenever he's in a mess." Tito answered, her nose disgusted by the smell in the room. "Mr. Jamal, I think you and I should excuse him for a while to calm his head."

Nathan turned, his direction to the two people in his room. Jamal laughed. "I guess last night didn't go well."

"Mr. Jamal we shouldn't--"

"Have a problem with me?" Jamal slowly turned to Tito. "Nobody tells me what to do woman. Not you. Now get the hell out assistant Tito."

Tito took a deep breath, glaring at the notorious playboy who was known for his cute face and his reckless life. Birds of the same feathers. No manners. As much as Tito wanted to break his nose, she knew it wasn't the best option, so slowly she turned, eager to get away from the mess in the room. The two lost souls ladies should try to avoid.

Tito bent down removing her heels. The pain around her ankle had gotten severe. Something she had to wear all the time knowing how much her boss cared about looks. Always telling her it made her look professional. Barefooted, Tito climbed down the stairs, her eyes on her two feet until she couldn't help but look up to confirm the painful cries filling her ears. She gasped. The person before her had been seriously beaten up that he could barely breathe, his head hanging loosely, but Tito recognised him too well. "He found you. Oh my God! Mr. Frye, why do you have to hide. You shouldn't have. I waited at the front of your house for hours so I could tell you to turn yourself in."

His friend is a beast. He could plot something against you to have you lock up forever. Tacha wanted to add that to what she said earlier, but the two bulky men whose eyes were cold as ice wouldn't let her say them. Instead, she swallowed it. She stepped back. "You shouldn't have stolen from him. He puts you in that position because he trusted you. Whether he's always around or not, trust should never been broken. I'm sorry I can't help--" The loud noise that came suddenly from upstairs distracted Tacha who instantly turned her head away from Mr. Frye.

"Hey man, are you out of your mind!" Jamal said in his calmness as if nothing was going on. "Isn't she the girl that distracted you the night you were on a video call with me. Have you forgotten you changed the camera and zoomed her for me to see her dirty skirt you complained about. Who knows she was going to approach you? So what if you eventually fucked her! Are you not allowed to have some fun! It's her loss man. Didn't you give her some money to get the fuck out of your sight! But man, her sense of fashion is a total wack even if she looks hot! That you fuck her doesn't change the fact that she isn't your spec."

"Jamal!" Nathan glared at him. His eyes alone were terrifying, but he managed to stay calm  "Stop."

"Stop what!" Jamal moved closer to him. He didn't care. He was trying his best to keep calm as well, but not anymore. "Are you going to break your precious glass again or get back to your senses!"