Buer

CHAPTER 10 - CONTRADICTORY STATEMENTS

August was almost in tears by the time they got in the car. Thankfully, only Kevin was sober enough to know what was happening. Julie and Justin had dropped dead as soon as they entered the car. They had put the two of them in the middle seat while she took the shotgun seat.

“You want to tell me what happened?” His sight was focused on the road.

“Not really.” As discreet as she could, August wiped her lone tear that escaped.

“You want a drink?” At her age, alcohol was the solution for almost everything. “Sure.”

Kevin had a crate of beer in his car.

By the time Kevin dropped the passed out people, August had already finished half the crate.

“Uh… August. You may want to slow down. Don't forgot that it's a school night. We have French paper due tomorrow.” She was intoxicated enough to not think about her failing high school.

“I'm failing anyway.” It was no point discussing it anyway. She took another large swig of the beer. It burned her throat after some time.

Her street was deserted when they reached. Only a few rooms were lot. Mostly teenagers.

“You sure you can get in?”

Kevin was right to look worried as she stumbled as she got down. This was not the worst condition she has been in. “I'll be fine Kev.” Her watch showed midnight. “You'll be late. See yaa tomorrow.”

After he left, she walked back home. One wrong step had her fall back on the ground. A concussion was a surety. August closed her eyes tight waited for the hit. When it didn't come, she opened her eyes to face her bear man.

“Buer?”

Things went black.

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August passed out after whispering his name. His first instinct was to check the pulse. Consuming alcohol would hardly cause her any critical damage. Yet the animal in him just wanted to be sure.

First thing first. He opened her purse, took out the keys, opened the door and carried her in. Enhanced vision helped him to place her on the couch as he went searching for the light switch. Once that was done, he took her in his arms back to her room. He had memorised the house last time he'd been here.

Buer placed her on the bed. She was wearing simple loose pants and a fancy top. The pants would be comfortable, the top not so much. Her closet was locked and he didn't want to invade her privacy by breaking it. The only solution that he came up was to replace her top with his. He was wearing a loose t shirt which would be much better.

Next came the shoes. Her feet had healed quite well. Yet, he didn't want to take any risk. Sniffing out the paste, he reapplied, bandaged it and tucked her in.

Knowing that she was comfortable, Buer went downstairs to sleep on the couch.

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Bright light.

That was the first thing that came to August's mind when she regained consciousness. When putting her sheets on top of her head didn't work, she sank deeper into the pillow. Waiting for the light to go away.

“Bonjour mon ange.” August fell a soft caress on the top of her head. “Wake up darling.”

The voice pulled her back to the real world. “Come on. I made pancakes.” Huh! Grandma hated pancakes. That thought had her out of the pillow in mere seconds. When she pulled up the sheet, August wasn't expecting the come face to chest with a shirtless God.

Buer.

She desperately wanted to get up. Question him. But the hangover was killing her. “Let me sleep.”

“Ange it's already ten.”

“What?” She sounded like a drowning kitten. Felt like one too.

“I think you should take a day off.”

“Okay. Let me sleep.”

(Good morning my angel - Bonjour mon ange.)

Buer was bored. Sleeping on the couch was impossible. That thing was tiny and would be a miracle if that fit any person shorter than five foot. He had to spend the night cold on the floor.

It was almost eight by the time he woke up. It was a ringtone.

Stor was calling him. Stor was going back to Greece today. Kron would leave tomorrow. The conference was an utter failure like every single time. They had been away from their lands for too long.

Instead of answering the call, he sent a message that he was busy and would speak soon.

Buer had already ordered Louis to leave. He wasn't sure how much more time he would have to spend in Victoria. Someone had to go back and take care of important matters.

Too exhausted to think about official matters, Buer went back to sleep.

The next time he was awoken by another ringtone. This time it was coming from the couch. August's cellphone.

When he checked, it was a Justin calling her. There were also missed calls from someone named Kevin and Marcy. He assumed that they were ange's friends from yesterday.

If not a family, she had good friends.

This time he did go to check on her. She was curled up on one side of the bed, cuddling a pillow. Buer ached to be that pillow. One day, he promised himself. Seeing as she was sound asleep, he went back downstairs.

When it was evident that August wasn't waking up until noon, Buer resorted to cleaning the place. Her house looked old and there was specks of dust everywhere. It wasn't a lot but the place wasn't clean either.

After making sure that there was no speck of dirt anywhere, he tried his luck again.

“Ange, it's noon. You need to get up now.” She responded by first curling her tiny body around the sheets. Then gave him the best view by fluttering her eyelids.

“Good morning.” She seemed alright to him. Still not kicking him out. That was a bonus.

“Come on sleepyhead. You need breakfast.” August got up a bit and then dived back into her pillow. “Head hurts.”

Buer acted instinctively. He carried her in his arms to the kitchen. August did look scandalized but did nothing to protest.

There was freshly brewed coffee which had a special ingredient. As she was on the dining table chair sipping the coffee he made a batch of pancakes from the remaining batter.

“How do you feel darling?”

August felt like s**t. That's what he was feeling. But she couldn't tell that to him. It was too teenagish. However, there was something she could ask him.

“What exactly are you doing here?” She remembered bits and pieces of last night. “The last time I checked you were ignoring me.” It wasn't her intention to sound spiteful yet that is exactly how it sounded. Besides he shouldn't even be here. “Were you stalking me?”

“Yes.” August stopped mid pancake cutting. Then decided that the pancakes were too yummy to let them go. It came as no surprise to her. Fate was always against her.

Besides, he hasn't done anything wrong to her. Even if she was wearing his T-Shirt and he was shirtless. It was obvious. Such a hot guy would never be interested in her. Never!

“Aren't you cold?”

“Aren't you scared a bit?” He never answered her question. “I am basically a stranger in your house. I took the keys from your purse. Changed your top. Put you to bed. Then slept in floor beside your couch. Got up and made you pancakes. But I could also be the man who took the keys from your house to rob you of your wealth. I could have undressed you and taken advantage of your unconscious state. I could have also mixed poison in the same food on your plate. You should be scared August. This isn't normal. You are not normal.”

To August, it seemed like Buer was on the verge of a breakdown. Except he didn't look scared, he looked furious. Which scared her.

“Calm down. You said what all thing you could have done. But you did none of it. I trust you.”

August was confused as to how that statement could anger him further. “That is the thing August. You shouldn't trust a stranger so easily.” His high temper had hers rising too.

“That means that I should kick you out.”

“I didn't mean in my context.”

“You just said that you stalk me. Do you think having a stalker in my house is safe?”

“I am not going to harm you.”

“You just said that I shouldn't trust you. Gosh Buer make up your mind.”

The last statement seemed to cause a bulb to light in his brain. It was impossible to argue with a man who gave out contradictory statements.

“Are you done?”

“Yes.” His tone much gentler.

“Good.” She went back to the pancakes.