Sexmate ON GOING! [ENGLISH]

Chapter 13 - Despair

»»————-　 ❤  　————-««  

Jones Ronin's Point of View

Just like everyday,

I woke up in sweat, thirsty, dehydrated and with a migraine,

The sun ray, came lighting up my empty room, as my eyes flickers open,

My mind was so tired, waking up from a nightmare is something that I always have eversince my parents died mysteriously on that Christmas evening,

When I was 18 years old,

I sat up and rested my back on the bed frame,

With my fingers massaging my forehead, my migraine is giving me a hard time to remember what happened last night,

I felt like I'm hallucinating,

My thoughts is filled with questions,

Like how I found myself to be half naked, while I was asleep the whole time,

I felt my bare chest, as I tried to look around for my clothes, while I'm still wearing my slacks from the last night,

I helped myself to stand up, but I couldn't, it only gave me a shocking headache, as I felt the sharp pain, I grunted, shoving my head on the bed,

Fuck,

It took a minute for it to stop from aching continuously, that it feels like an hour,

My eyes averted to my side table, then I saw a glass of water and a medicine tablet, with a familiar handwritten that says 'for headache',

I drastically reached for it, that the droplets of water spilled on the bed when I grabbed it quickly with the tablet, drinking all of it, quenching my thirst,

I exhaled, when the glass became empty,

My mind calmed down in a bit, so I placed the glass back on my side table, then I grabbed the handwritten note, familiarizing the way it was written,

No, it's not Luire's,

It's someone else's.

I got off my bed, with the note on my hand, and with a bed hair,

I walked closer to my small couch where my suit and tie were folded neatly,

And to see my phone placed on top of it,

I reached for my phone,

In my surprised, I sat on the edge of my bed, reading a text message that was sent to me last night,

'I took you home, Jones, I'm sorry, but I don't have a choice. Your white sleeves are all covered with vomit, so I took it off, and let you sleep.'

My fingers gripped on my phone, after I read who sent it to me and the person who went here with me,

I gritted my teeth upsettingly, 

Of all the people. . .

What does she want anyway?

To pity her?

Whatever you are up to,

I won't thank you for it,

Lorraine.

»»————-　 ❤  　————-««  

Marco Anderson's Point of View

I was on my way to my father's company,

During that time, the fact that there was a man stalking us, can't get off my mind,

I was hesitating to even leave her all alone inside that rental house,

But I told her whatever happens, she has to call me no matter what, and only me.

Whatever it takes I'll make a way.

My father's company building is keen, and it has a bluish hue, that when the sun hits its exterior it shines like a refined diamond,

The Andersons embassy is a corporation that contains with different company branches, with our relatives running those companies under the name of Anderson, since my father is the Director of Andersons embassy, this company is the Central, it's the largest building in this country's capital city.

On the other hand, the Ronins became short-handed years ago, so we established a partnership instead, since Jones is the CEO of his own company,

In my point of view, he's running a hell merry-go-around, trying to be independent and all.

If he had only changed his surname to 'Anderson' he'll be in a much better condition,

Only he's too prideful to let that happened.

Eversince his parents passed away many years ago.

As I walked inside the company, I made a stop, when employees kept on looking at me, glancing at my direction,

Their hesitating look bothered me, as if there's a story behind of why are they kept on checking on me,

I exhaled in exasperation, I tried my best to act casually, until I made my way to the elevator,

As I entered in, two girls were chatting cautiously, as if there's some issues to go around the company walls,

I tried to stay calm, it couldn't be about me, could be?

It's too bullshit to even gossip about my whereabouts in this company, when it supposedly be at the headline of any magazine or news,

I shoved my cold hands inside my slacks pocket,

Hissing and tapping my feet impatiently when they kept on murmuring like a bunch of bees inside their beehive,

I winced in frustration, do they have any respect?

Early in the morning, and all they do is gossip!

"S-sir?"

"What?!" I spatted angrily, that made both of them gasped in fear,

The girls exchanged looks as I waited for they have to say,

"Say it, before I deduct your salary, for disrespecting my presence," I told them, high and dignified, but they both gulped, with their heads down, stammering,

"S-sir, they closed down their sponsors." The short hair employee said in a nervous tone.

"Who?"

"T-the management of shipping industry," that's the only thing she said, that made my heart stopped beating with my mind going blank,

They stepped out of the elevator, leaving me aghast,

I think I had gone deaf,

I panted, thinking of another way out, only my mind thought about what will my father's reaction upon hearing this humiliating downfall.

I gulped as I walked out on the floor I'm destined to, heading to my office, the financial manager gave me a cautious look, shaking his head as I twitched my doorknob,

Lunatics.

I entered in my office room, as I closes the door behind me, I rested my back on the cold frame of the door.

With my hand gripping on my jawline,

What the f**k just happened?

Jesus, don't tell me--

Is is because I took Lorraine in that darn hotel?

That's ridiculous, such bullshit, only a f*****g simple thing,

What? As if I'm the only one who does scandals all over the place in the Andersons family.

I slammed my hand on the door, making a loud noise,

With my palm swelling numbly, I grabbed my phone in my pocket and dialed Lorraine,

Only in a matter of seconds, she already hung it up,

My lips curled upsettingly,

That woman,

She's making a fool out of me,

I opened the door again, slamming the edges on the wall,

I saw how the employees looked at me like a mad man ready for a kill, walking hurriedly and furiously,

To Lorraine's office.

You're a dead meat, slut.

I scoffed laughingly, after I shared my pain with you.

When I reached to her office door, I took a deep breath, and I banged my fist on the door, knocking furiously,

That the noise echoed in the hallway, employees glancing at me, others running away when they cross my path,

"Open, the f*****g door, Lorraine."

Slowly, the door knob twitched opened, with the half of her face showing, trembling in fear,

I shoved my way inside her office as I pulled her wrist in a blink of an eye, closing the door behind us,

I sat her down on the couch, with my hands gripping on her shoulders, staring hard to her eyes.

"What the f**k did you do?!" I started spatting at her face,

"What do you mean?" She acted as if she's confused and innocent of everything and anything at all, that seriously pissed the s**t out of me,

"You're in charge with those sponsors-- what did you do? Why did you let it slip from your little fingers, huh?" I snarled at her, looking at her like a dangerous animal going rampage,

I let go of her shoulders, when she started crying, like a girl lost on her own little show,

I exhaled, closing my eyes for a second to relax my nerves as I fixed the hem of my sleeves,

"Speak," I tried to calm myself down,

She's playing around again, like a little phony in her darn castle,

Well this is not a game, nor a playground, the more the sales of the company goes down, the closer I get to marrying this pity woman infront of me,

I have to. .

I have to win this, how the f**k did it turn out this way?!

"I'm sorry, Marco." Lorraine finally spoke but not the words I am expecting from her, with her head down, and her fingers fidgeting,

"Do you think this is a joke?" I glared at her, I felt like my veins are going to explode,

"Do you know what you did? You've putted me in a tight position! I'm close to my goal--from getting away to this hell scape-- from my father--from you!"

I yelled at her with my heart out screeching in anger, setting her office on fires, with my words burning hot,

She gave me a teary eyes, staring to me with her glassy auburn eyes , as she swiftly wiped her incoming tears,

Yeah? That's right,

Know your damn position,

I looked down at her, just like how I looked down at anyone who ruined me, who goes in my way of succession,

I exhaled sharply, after I ranted, I headed by the door, when I was about to open it, Lorraine spoke,

"Is that what you always wanted? Are you really that heartless?" Lorraine's voice broke down, with her lips quivering and her sobbing, filled the room,

I shook my head I dismay,

"I rather be heartless, than letting you be the one,"

I finally left her office after I said those words, I didn't even waited for her to talk back,

Who cares if she talked back? It's a waste of time anyway,

She did it on purpose, she knows that night if she begged for a date, I'll automatically bring her to a hotel,

And that hotel, is where the Director of shipping management is staying.

Giving me the facts, she's showing how filthy I am, so they could turn down their offer,

Lorraine was plotting this all along, convincing them to give me a hard time earning that offer else where for another 6 months.

For f*****g 6 months!

I winced in pain of my situation, sitting on my office chair,

My space is small unlike my father's,

I felt like I'm just some secretary waiting for orders from Santa Claus.

Enough, today is enough.

I'm tired,

I need rest.

After working for hours and hours,

I felt extremely exhausted, so I removed my tuxedo and necktie, as I unbuttoned my white polo, then I let it hang on the couch,

I rolled up my long sleeves making it easier for me to move and turned the pages of the papers that my father sent to me hours ago,

He's keeping me inside my workplace,

And that won't do me no good,

I bet he knew the messed I caused, he's acting as if he's some civilized kind-hearted man to the people of this building,

When he has been an arse, just like me,

Even before.

My phone vibrates on my table, with my thought expecting that it was Hana who is calling,

I dropped all the papers I'm holding as I answer the call,

Only in my surprise, it isn't Hana at all.

"Marco, hey,"

Jones spoke on the other line, and his voice sounds like he's on his verge of death,

"What is it? I haven't seen you around, how about paying our partnership a visit, huh?" I mocked him, after he didn't respond to any of our sales a month ago after I sent him to Italy, just so be can ignore my emails and necessity for the incoming grand budget.

"Let's not talk about that, Marco." Jones spoke weakly on the other line, exhaling.

"So what do you want to talk about? Taking me on a coffee date?" I sarcastically engaged at him, his presence pisses me off, eversince he brought Hana to his mansion, and now he hasn't been showing up in my office eversince he landed on this country.

"About Hana."

I stopped for a moment, while as my mind flashing different scenarios of what might happened to her.

"What about her?" I asked on the other line, while as my free hand typed drastically on the keyboard searching for Hana's phone location,

Thankfully it's still inside the rental house,

"Let's talk about her, Marco. I need--I need you to know something, please. Let's meet at the bar near to your building," 

He waited for a second for my reply, but I didn't said anything in return, making him drop the call,

I placed my phone back to my table, as I layed my back on my office chair's frame.

I took a deep breath, concerning about Hana, always and always made me nervous.

Goddamn it.

»»————-　 ❤  　————-««  

I entered a luxurious bar, it doesn't have a huge space, it's like a serve and sit kind of bar,

It's where we always go when there's a matter concerning about Jones's health or his company troubles.

And now it's about Hana, 

The Hana whom he only met once, and now he wants to talk about her,

With no apparent reason, so I decided to listen to whatever he has to say.

It better be good. 

In the island bar, with just a quick glance, I already saw Jones sitting at the middle, sipping a glass of wine.

Him wearing a plain grey shirt and his blue jeans, 

I sighed, there he goes, drinking again.

I took a few steps towards him. He then raise his head and motion me to sit beside him. 

And so I did, placing my tuxedo on the counter, 

"What's with your face, Marco?"

He winced after drinking all that is in the bottle on the table,

I eyed the bartender, but he only gave me a shrugged,

"You shouldn't be drinking too much, Jones,"I tried to console him, as I ordered a sparkling wine, I'm driving so I have to stay sober,

He continued to ignore me, after finishing a bottle of heavy wine, he again ordered another liquor, 

So I glared at him, gripping his wrist, stopping him from drinking,

"Looks like meeting up with me seems like picking a fight to you huh?" 

His drunken eyes turned to me, without moving his head, shoving away my hand on him, then he chugged all that is in the bottle.

I scoffed, a smirk forming my lips,

"Can you stop drinking and spill the topic already?" I clenched my fist, him acting this way always frustrates me,

Jones dropped the bottle upsettingly, then the next thing he did drew attention from me as he threw a picture on the desk,

With my eyes wide open, I stared at the photo of Hana in her younger age, it's like I was tired and sleepy when I get here, and now my heart is thumping out of control,

"Where did you get that--"

"You look guilty, Marco."Jones wiped his lips, snickering as he tapped his fingers on his chin,

"Guilty of what," I faced straight, then he gave me a threatening glance, 

"Of what you did, Rascal." 

I slammed my fist on the counter, but Jones gave me a dubious laughter, his face is crimson from his drunkness,

"Oh, we're getting something here," he circled his head, with his eyes close, mumbling the song that is playing on the stereo,

I clenched my fist, hiding my anger, why is everyone kept on playing on me?!

"She's your--," he cleared his throat as he leaned closer by my ear, speaking in a whisper,

"w***e," 

What he said synced in my head, in a blink of an eye my hands choked his neck rising him up from his seat with my teeth gritting furiously,

Jones didn't moved an inch, he still looked at me amusingly, as if we're in a comedy show,

"She's not a w***e," with my eyes piercing at his, I clenched my fingers till I felt his veins, 

"And this is not a game for you to play, Ronin." I tilted my head faking a laugh at him, "So, Don't. Call. Her. That." 

I saw Jones losing his breath gripping his hands on my wrist, but still he managed a laughter,

I dropped him down, then I pushed him away, making him tumble and fall on the ground,

He coughed, massaging his neck, and yet he never stopped from laughing hysterically.

"You're insane, Jones." I walked closer to him, then I kneeled in front of him with a whisper, "Seriously, what did you drink other than alcohol?" 

I mocked him then his face dimmed,

"I know her," he breathed , his weak eyes is telling me that he's serious, and he's telling the truth, "I knew her, long before, Marco." 

I spaced out, still my eyes glued on the ground, but Jones stood up in dazed, waiters are helping him walk, but he denied and shoved them away,

"And they are on the move," 

"Against you,"

"Against Hana,"

Jones warned me, looking at me cautiously, he may be drunk, and can be fooling around me,

But this time, I don't know what came through me, that made me got on my feet, with my lips parted, staring at him,

"What? You think I'm joking around?" Jones drowsily pointed his index finger at me, as he walk towards me groggily,

Him holding my shoulder, caught my attention from the way he gripped it,

"Guess who owned that bar, Marco."

"The one where you found Hana,"

I removed his hand on my shoulder, turning my back against him,

"I'm not the enemy here, Marco," Jones voice broke down in distortion.

"You here me?!-- she's my friend!" Jones yelled at me like a drunken clown, people are staring at him like a stowaway,

"Stop using her--stop using Hana as your mental escape you bastard!" Jones shouted at me, his voice is drowned by his emotional breakdowns,

So I stopped my paced and turned my head, barely showing my whole face,

"I am not, you just want her back, for your own mental escape." 

With my last words, I left the bar, every stride I took, Jones kept on blabbering his reasons, his insults towards me.

Go on,

You can say what you wanted to say,

I won't let her go, either way.

I drove back to the company, it's a 2 kilometer drive, but my mind never stopped thinking about what Jones had said to me,

Who owned the bar?

What does it have to do with me?

Them being against me?

'Against Hana,'

I heard Jones voice sounded in my head as I drifted into a stop, when a vehicle was about to cross the road,

I blinked my eyes twice, I searched for my phone in my sleeves,

Only to find a pile of paper, crumpled inside my pocket,

It wasn't here before, so I thought, Jones putted it in here,

I quickly view the pages, scanning every line, every words.

Until it came into my mind, that it's the legal papers of the entertainment bar Jones was talking about.

Legal documents of who owned that entertainment bar,

As my eyes caught the signature, at the end of the paper, 

It all made sense,

I wasn't caught.

I wasn't being stalked because I was caught nor someone spilled it.

The one who owned that strippers' bar,

Is Richard Anderson, the one and only .

My father.

The CEO of Andersons embassy.

I exhaled sharply, my eyes aching, as if it wanted to burst into tears, but I only let out a chuckle, gasping for air, stopping myself from losing control.

This is unbelievable.

The green light blinked, but my eyes never left his signature, and the income that my father has been earning from that prostitute bar house for many years,

I scoffed laughingly, 

"I can't believe this," 

My head is shaking in dismay, laughing alone in the car, when there's nothing funny about it, rather it makes me feel insane.

He made me look like a fool.

Everyone did.

I chuckled, snickering like I'm a complete lunatic lost in his own mind,

"This is bullshit," I laughed talking to myself, catching up my sanity,

Laughing, still in the middle of the road inside my car, while as the vehicles passing mine, complaining telling me words that I have been ought to know.

Bastard.

Moron.

Yes, 

Yes I am. 

Knowing that they are already one step ahead of me.

»»————-　 ❤  　————-««

┌───── •✧✧• ─────┐

   thank you for reading

└───── •✧✧• ─────┘