ONYX(unedited;1st draft)

It Doesn't Matter

59. It Doesn't Matter

  I crossed my arms over my chest, tilting my head slightly as I took a step forward, "What? One underwear wasn't enough, you came back for more?" I retorted, glaring at the golden haired girl.

  She pushed herself out of the chair across from Ace, gaping at me before stuttering out, "I-I don't kn-know what you're talking about."

  I rolled my eyes, "Don't be so dramatic, he already knows."

  Her mouth fell open and her face turned crimson, "I-I t-told you not to-"

  "First of all, I don't care for you," I cut her off hardly and she pressed her lips together, her face getting even more red as she shook in anger, "I'd throw you in a ditch myself if you ever got killed, that's how much I don't care," I glared at her, my shoulders tense.

  "Syl-"

  My attention snaps over to Ace who was looking all too comfortable in his chair for my liking, "What is she doing here?" I asked hardly.

  He sat up in his chair, adjusting his tie, "Alpha Julien brought along his children," He explained briefly.

  "And this small, irrelevant piece of information couldn't be told to me?" I snapped sarcastically.

  He lets out a breath, "Rosa give us a minute," He said lowly, not taking his eyes off of me as I glared at him.

  The girl snapped her head in his direction, "But we're not-"

  "Are you deaf?" I retort hardly, feeling myself start to shake uncontrollably, "Get out."

  Her eyes narrowed slightly and she opened her mouth to say something, only to be cut off by Ace.

  "Rosa," He said hardly, "Out. Now."

  Her features contorted into a hurt expression for a second before she pulled herself together and stormed out of the room, slamming the large door shut.

  Just as the door closed with a loud bang, Ace got up from his chair walking around the desk to make his way to me.

  "What history do you have with her?" I ask finally.

  Months ago, I never asked because I didn't really care. In my head, I was never going to see her again, so it didn't bother me much. Now, seeing her under the same roof as I am, officially—I couldn't handle it.

  I needed to know everything. If they were ever a thing, I had to know, because I can't tell her to leave now because she's staying here, it's not like she popped out of nowhere like she did in his bedroom months ago. It wasn't my call if she stayed or not.

  He shook his head, "We don't have history," He said.

  "I find that hard to believe," I respond blankly.

  He lets out a breath, "I used to babysit her and her brother whenever they visited when they were younger. Their father and mine are close because we're allies. We've helped each other through a lot of stuff over the years. They've been allies before I was even born. I guess she just developed feelings for me over the years, I don't know what else to tell you."

  I scoffed, "More like an obsession. That still doesn't answer my question as to why you never told me."

  "It slipped me," He said and I raised my eyebrows, "I told you I didn't know they were going to be here and when I came back to bed last night, you were already asleep. And this morning I was focused on getting out of bed—I didn't remember," He took a few steps closer and I eyed him, "Syl, there's nothing going on. Strictly business, I promise."

  "What business?"

  He took my hand and my arms fell from where they were crossed over my chest. He started making his way back to his desk, pulling me after him.

  He perched on the edge of his desk before pulling me to stand between his open legs and I frowned at him.

  "Apparently, someone's after her. He doesn't know what the reason is but Rosa was taken a couple days ago, but she somehow got away and they came here right away," He explains.

  "What does this have to do with you? It's not like you know who it is," I said.

  He shook his head, "I don't, but that's why I'm taking her to see my mother-"

  "No," I cut him off, then used my index finger to gesture between the both of us, "We are going to take her to see your mother," I said hardly as his eyebrows raised, "I am not leaving you alone with that crazy stalker, not even for a minute," I vowed, pulling away form him and making my way across the room, plopping down on one of his couched against the wall.

  I reached for the magazine that was laying next to me, "So you two can continue your meeting," I said nonchalantly, flipping through the pages that consisted of mostly shoes. I immediately knew who this belonged to.

  I went through the magazine for a couple seconds until I noticed he hasn't made a move from where he was and looked up briefly then back at the page.

  I stopped and looked up again when I saw that he was too busy staring at me, "What?" I asked.

  His head was tilted forward, his eyes amused and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he stared at me.

  His lips twitched before he let out a small laugh and my heart stuttered at the sight along with my breathing. He shook his head, leaning away from the edge of the desk. I watched, entranced, as he outstretched his right arm before bending it at his elbow, looking down at the golden watch on his wrist before dropping his hand and adjusting the cuffs of his suit jacket.

  "You don't have to, I'm leaving," He said and I frowned, dropping the magazine down on the couch and standing up.

  "Do you ever at least try to warn me about something beforehand?" I snapped. I shook my head, "You know what—whatever," I waved it off, making my way toward the exit.

  His arm wrapped around my waist seconds later and I rolled my eyes, pushing it away and turning around to face him.

  "I know. I know I'm horrible at this," He said, "But I've never had to explain anything to anyone before. I just leave, so I forget to tell you until the last minute," He explains.

  I shook my head, "It doesn't matter. Just do whatever you want," I turn away and he pulls me back to him, making me let out a hard breath.

  "Syl," He said softly, reaching up to cup the side of my face, but I tilt my head away. He dropped his hand, "What's the matter?" He asked lowly.

  I shook my head, "Nothing. I'm gonna go for a run," I mumble, keeping my eyes on his chest as I stepped away, "I'll see you later."

  "Syl!" He called as I pulled open the large oak door.

  Blondy was standing there, her hand raised as if she was just about to knock on the door and I moved aside to let her in, "He's free."

  Her eyebrows furrowed at the look on my face, "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly.

  I tore my gaze away from hers, "I'm fine."