Grieving Hearts [Completed]

7-Sleep with me

Onika's POV...

He opened the door at the very first knock, as if was waiting just on the other side. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and black trousers, his hair unsettled.  As if windblown, or may be he had raked his hands through them numerous times.

His eyes met mine, looking at me intently. Calculating. Thinking. Assessing. Taking in my disarrayed self. I could feel a bit of something like concern take over his features, in the way his eyes softened, his forehead furrowing ever so slightly.

He finally spoke, his voice a bit thicker than usual, "Jesus, Onika what happend to you, you are looking a complete mess are you all right? Have you been crying?"

"I-I-m-my-Ale." I was not able to form any coherent word. It was like my windpipe was completely plugged. I can't even breath properly. Even the thought of loosing Alex was like a stab to my gut. I couldn't control the tears rolling down my cheeks anymore.

"Relax, sweetheart. Just relax come inside why don't we sit and talk" he said softly, gesturing me to come inside.

He made me sit on a couch and bought a glass of water for me.

"Drink it and compose yourself first. Then we will talk." Saying that he sat on the couch beside me.

I gulped the whole glass in one go, feeling a bit better. And took three, four deep breaths, to calm my nerves.

"Now, tell me what is the matter." He asked.

"Sir, Al-Alex is in the hospital, to save his life the Doctor is saying he must undergo a brain surgery and I have to pay the amount within 24 hours or else he may die." My voice shook badly, I don't even know if my voice is comprehensible or not.

He came closer to me and caught my chin in his hand and started whipping my tears with his thumb tenderly. Almost lovingly.

"How much?"

"55 thousand dollars." I said looking down. I know it's a big amount of money to ask from a person I have always shoved away.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise and said " that's a generous amount of money, as the CEO of the company I can lend you 10 or 12 thousand dollers but--"

"I know, Sir. As my Boss you are not under any obligation to lend me the money. I-I am asking for a personal favour, but I promise I will work hard and pay back all your money. But please don't say no, I urgently need money. I am begging, please." I said desperately, helplessness. Swallowing my pride. Burying it deep within.

He looked at me, something bitter crossing through his eyes, something scary, the change was as sudden as the blink of an eye. Did I say something that offended him?

He arched a brow and said, "Personal favour? I don't think we have such a friendly relationship to ask for personal favours, or do we, Miss Onika?" His voice was taunting.

I closed my eyes. This is the time he chose to get back at me for not acknowledging his advances. I bit back a sob and said, " Please, I am sorry if I had hurt you in the past, I-I never mean to."

His eyes softened a bit, but the hostility was still there. No one spoke anything for the next few beats. I never felt so helpless ever before, not even with Agustin, with him it was just me who had to suffer. Today it's about Alex.

"How far are you ready to go for the money."

I felt my heart turn in my chest and drop at the bottom of my gut. I have heard those same words before. Exactly same.

"How far are you ready to go for the money."  Agustin tugged at my hair painful.

"You just played me for money. I was just you ticket to get you the luxurious life you always wanted, isn't it, you cheating whore. Answer me." He seethed like a raging bull, his hold on my hair tightening.