When Angelina Hawthorne called the devil to herself, she had no idea of who he was but how attractive he looked. She was a different person then, she had everything then but now she is a changed woman and Devil is the last thing she would want in he...
It just appears to be another day but it's not. Adamantly, I try to think of how I can get over it and devoid my heart but it seems to be far-fetched. Probably, I am veering around myself into a drama and acting up like a betrayed and lonely princess waiting for her prince charming.
Pathetic.
At least thinking of the word 'heart' tells me the same. It probably does.
I mean, is she really in my gut?
Is what I am feeling is what any real love feels?
I can never be sure now, can I?
Well, throwing away all the ruckus for now and being a little bit logical, I can at least be convinced that she is in my mind if not the heart for sure, and dammit, I need to make it up to her. Little trouble here and there.
Maybe, a scary message.
How much fun will it be?!
A smile crosses my face and euphoria seems to take up the spectators contrarily.
Damn, the scary message.
I wish I were looking at her face then. The way her every word screamed of guilt, and fear. If I had seen that fear. But no, she is so, so far away. Is she feeling safe? Well, she shouldn't. How can she be safe running away from me to save herself when I was keeping her safe?
"Incredulous," I mutter at my thought.
"What are you thinking?" Scarlet asks me aware of possible intrusion.
"I have a lot of things going on in my head. Well, first finish what I have been postponing. " I say looking at other audiences. My director, head of applied science, and head of the technical department.
"Of course." She simply says and raises her brows.
We manage to close the deal within perspective time with my fleeting mind. It's just been a night without her and with the heartless letter that she left, I am through of what significance she is off to me.
After everyone leaves, I inquire about the woman Angel helped before leaving. I just can't let it go now, can I?
"Yes, I did it. I made sure she finds the path to you and you can decide what to do with her." She informs me.
"She is a card I will use against Angel. I am just waiting for her to contact me and I tell her of my plans for her." I take a glass of water and sip in some water to trench my burning chest. It doesn't stop that anger. Probably Angel's voice can do it.
How I want to call her, know how she is, and just know of her being right now but I don't let it hamper my leads and call her.
I wait. And wait for it to happen.
Scarlet dismisses herself and I am left in the vanity of my office. I don't like the idea to go to my bedroom to find no one there. Or to find the presents still laid on the silk sheets I had gotten spread on our bed.
I simply lay my head on the back of my chair and close my eyes. And in consciousness begin to think of her and slip in deep into it.
"Garret, don't you dare hide the best of your flower for tonight. My Angel loves roses. Make the perfect bouquet just as she likes, " I instruct the flower shop person from whom I have bought toms of flowers since I met her. After all, she liked Garret as a man as she found him kind, and also the shop was almost convenient on our way home that she had gotten me accustomed to buying her Roses every time I met her. Well, it was long back when our affair blossomed. Now she is my wife rekindling this memory will serve me well. I made a mental note to let her know from where I got the idea.
I make her a call.
"Hey, love. Where are you?" I ask her?
She gives me a little off answer but I let it go. She had all the right to be upset with me. It's me who is supposed to be making it up to her. I repeat my plan all to her again. She agrees. We hang up the phone.
I head to the hotel I booked all for us to reconcile for the last-minute preparations. Everything needs to be perfect.
It takes me an hour to reach the hotel. I oversee all the arrangements. I made sure when Angel comes inside the wavering lights should fill the picturesque hall opened to the sky. And just then a shower of flowers with the crackers up in the sky for the impressive vigil.
In between, I remember my queen again and I leave her a sweet message. A sweet reminder adds fragrance of its own they say.
"I can't wait for you. " I message her.
"I might take a little more time." She writes me back.
I smile plainly, but I have to wait now, don't I?
"Baby, take all your time, I will be right here. Just a little impatient though, love you." I send her the message. I read my message again. I verify.
When I am satisfied I head up to inspect our master penthouse just beside the narrow way from the hall for a sleepless night to roll on the rose-led bed in the dim light and fuck each other until we couldn't anymore.
Well, I am not sure I will stop then.
I look at the time and it's my queue to put in something nice for her. Bathing and putting on a beautiful fragrance, I dress up.
In my fit, I am convinced that I can't wait so I head straight home to pick her up myself. Well, I will have to strain myself from jumping on her on our way back here. A smirk leaves my lips.
I am not content imagining how beautiful she would look in that dress. With funny dancing feet, I walk up the stairs to our bedroom. The absence of servants prickles me but I am not concerned about that now, am I?
Just before opening the door to our bedroom, I take a breath to calm my rushing tip inside my pants. He needs to calm down more than me now.
As if to ask him if he can manage I question," should I? Can you handle yourself?"
Well, he doesn't. He hardens more. Dammit.
I open the door in anticipation. There is nobody there. And the dress still on the bed prickles me.
"Angel," I call in surprise. When no reply comes back. I knock off the bathroom and make the whole mansion upside down.
Then it dawns upon me what has happened. I find the letter which I don't read. I don't have to.
My eyes split open as I have seen ghosts. I lean down to open a locked drawer to retrieve the letter I still haven't planned to read.
When it's in my palm a smile covers my face. I know what I want right now.
And it's not to read it. Just a little trouble here and there.
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