My Mysterious Love For him

CHAPTER-9

ADAM

“Why can’t you do something right!”

The kitchen staff stops their assigned task sharing doubtful gazes with each other. Of course it was abnormal that I’d show my frustration. No matter how many ever times I try, my deranged, disturbed emotions just slip out while interacting with anyone. Resulting in making everyone’s day difficult.

Even Sora was out with Mrs. Richard for…I forgot, doing something else. Then my mood deflates at the fact she’d be leaving this residence, me, in less than one week. A tap on my shoulder cut through my depressing emotions, I turn to see Macy fuming at me.

“Did you wake up on wrong side of bed today? I mean you are treating everyone as if we work for you being lowly butler yourself,”

I close my eyes trying to grip myself ignoring her, I face the rest of the staff, “I honestly apologize for my improper behavior. It was unneeded, I’d excuse myself from here so you all could continue your work in peace. Sorry again,”

Saying it, I was about to move out of the kitchen when my arm was harshly grabbed.

“What do you-

I step forward, replying with a stern voice, “Macy, if you don’t have anything better to do in life then find something else to entertain yourself. Don’t test my patience more than you could handle the consequences.”

Hoots follow on my way out, I almost stomp throughout the way to the garden. The warm sunrays on my skin calm my hyper anxious thoughts. I sit on the bench thinking again about Azrael. I mean the incident in his office. Or maybe both.

When I decided to visit his office, I was expecting only to convince him my perspective but ended up being rude. 'Adam, seriously what you were thinking yelling at such an elite billionaire in his own office. What if he complains to Richards, it might affect my job or worst Sora and Marcus wedding?'

No, no in short span of time he showed kindness, many other emotions but never negativity. Not even the obvious show by pointing the difference of our status. Maybe I should have accepted his generosity, he might have pitied me by offering few clothes.

Sighing loudly, I go back to my room and sleep for couple of hours. My moody sleep gets disturbed, as I distantly hear constant wrap of knocks. I drag myself from my bed to open the door.

“Why is your face puffy? You look like walking zombie.”

Sora pushes me aside carrying lots of bags, I fall face first on bed ignoring the rummaging going on in the room, by shoving a pillow over my head. My cover is roughly pulled off, I groan in annoyance twirling to find a comfortable position. Though Sora determinedly keeps tugging my arm, I sit up scowling at her in haze.

“I don’t know the true reason behind your moping since days but if I have to guess it might be connected to your heart throb. C’mon chop chop, I have arranged a perfect solution for you.”

'I highly doubt it.'

*****

Hours of protest later, Sora still manages to make me dress in some formal wear and drive us to one of Richards’s grand hotel. Apparently a bachelor party was organized for Marcus and her by their close friends and business pals. I didn’t outwardly debated with her, the reason to waste money on yet another party.

They could have invested it for something better instead of spending on booze and pricey foods.

Anyways, they’d have their lavish reception to entertain guests from all known famous background. I shudder at the prospect of even attending it, I absolutely hate such overwhelming atmospheres. Not like I’d be even noticed by such elites.

Once inside, the blanket hall was decorated in sort of disco theme except for strategic arrangement of table for wine and dining, I tugged the collar of my olive green shirt she’d chosen, feeling underdressed in front of expensive outfits of guests.

A hazel color drink is shoved in my hand, I scrunch my nose to smell of it.

Sora giggles sipping from her own glass, “Silly, its lighter version. Don’t worry you won’t get drunk,”

I was not in mood to argue with her, so I tasted the drink in shortest sips planning not to empty the glass anytime soon. Drinking was never my forte neither enjoying parties but it at least diverted my mind from certain Italian handsome man.

Sora gasps clutching my arm, shaking me vigorously, “oh, oh, your man is here with…another woman,”

It was funny that at mere mention of Azrael, my heart would go frenzy. Hesitantly turning in his direction, the same frenzied heart drops. At the entrance, Azrael looking absolutely divine in his navy blue three piece suit, a gorgeous woman dressed in red designer gown was looped in his arm.

“Addy, she must be some colleague or just a date for the evening. Don’t start overthinking about the situation, okay?”

I retreat my glance from him, looking in my glass. “Maybe, still isn’t it obvious they complement with each other. Now that is what called a captivating couple,”

My face grimaces when I gulp down the drink, “Anyways, why are we even discussing about this. It’s not like there was anything between us. No, there wasn’t ‘us’. Never could it be.”

I whispered the last part, my heart constricts in agony. The reality sucks.

I forced Sora to join with Marcus not intending to dampen their exciting evening because of my brooding thoughts. She promised to find me soon, I didn’t want her to. So I chose the secluded spot to kind of hide from everyone, I’d leave once they’d cut their pre wedding cake.

The crowd cheered the couple, teasing them with promiscuous wishes I wouldn’t like to understand completely. Then, the ambience was transformed for couple dancing with dimming lights, slow music. Randomly, who am I fooling, purposefully I searched for Azrael.

He was standing awkwardly with his typical placid expression. I smiled at the fact, how does he manage to mingle with people as these crowded gatherings were supposed to part of his life.

His date soon arrives at his side, leaning to his ear whispering something. Azrael’s comfortability by her closeness was piercing my heart. 'What did you expect Adam? Of course it was normal that he was involved with an elegant woman. Much younger than you.'

My breath was caught in my throat, his eyes stared directly at me. He began walking in my direction, I tore my gaze from his, fumbling with my steps I aimlessly took off.

'Oh my goodness, I can’t dare to meet him without having a break down.'

Strolling along the corridors I glanced either directions, finding men’s rest room I pushed my way inside.

Sighing in relief to find it empty, I groaned flashing cool water on my face. ‘I knew it was bad idea to come here,’ now I have to play hide and seek until I reach outside. That is if I could escape Azrael’s observant eyes.

The sound of flush made me startled. Great, it looks like I have to find another spot for hiding now.

“What a pleasant surprise meeting my favorite toy,”

Shock freezes my body hearing his voice, I spin around backing away as Vincent takes taunting steps. 'Why this day was stooping down to hell?'

“Are you disappointed to see me here not…your boy crush? He is good replacement by the way. Interested more in his money or his body or both?” He smiled rakishly, my face pales.

Is he even in his senses?

It was pointless to argue with him, he’d feed off on my vulnerability like he had been doing it years. Distracting him, I countered, “So what if I’m! Like you have pointed everything, he is surely a good catch. Someone would be a fool to miss such rare opportunity of luring a billionaire like Azrael. It’s none of your business anyways.”

In haste and fear I didn’t even know what I was saying. My attention was just run from here safely.

I was about to escape from the door when his vile grip caught me, slamming my face on the counter. Yelping in pain, I jerked my hands to free from his merciless grip. He was laughing maniacally, pressing his chest on my back making me choke on my own breath.

“Just for what, three years I was gone, you seem to develop your wings dreaming to free yourself from my clutches. And to add it on top, you were ready to bed with a younger boy.”

He tugs my hair, pulling me up, “At least you could have respected your age. Well, he was wise enough to understand to back off quickly by opting a sexy woman over your ugly face.”

I was sobbing in pain, not realizing if it was physically more or emotionally. Shudders were racking my body, I shut my eyes tightly not letting his disgusting words weaken me.

'Don’t listen to him, Adam. Don’t.'

Vincent never physically abused me, he’d stop at some point if his anger was deluding his senses. But this, I can’t recognize him anymore.

“Oh, I get it, he loosens his grip, I release a desperate breath out. “You were missing our intimate moments, isn’t it? Only to feed your physical deviancy, you were ready to become a slut for him. I don’t remember teaching you such shameful manners, Adam.” He clicks his tongue, mockingly.

“Vincent, please can we talk about this once you calm down?” my options were limited, I have to try something to gain his trust.

He doesn’t reply immediately. I was becoming lightheaded with waves of fears. “Okay, we will.”

My body slumps on the counter, thanking Gods for him to take the bait. The relief was short lived as he began groping me.

“Vincent-

“Relax, it’d be quick. For old times’ sake then we can have a long chat later. You should be grateful I’m still excusing your shameful behavior and accepting you. Stop moving too much Adam, after Soraya’s wedding who’d be there for you? No one. You are meant to live your life alone, Adam. At least enjoy whatever little I’m being generous to favor you. All you have to do is, turn the left side of your face away and let me use you. Simple, your actually only option.” He whispers in my ears, slithering his hands through my clothes.

Feeling exhausted with failed attempts to stop his disgusting touches, my body was shutting down. I could feel tears were running on my face in helplessness. Maybe he was right. 'No, no, he wasn’t. Then no matter where I go, why do I end up under his clutches.'

I was sobbing, cursing myself for being weak. Powerless in front of this nightmare.

Suddenly his weight from my body was gone, I don’t know for how many minutes I was motionless in the same position before regaining my senses and flipping my body. A resounding c***k with painful groan was heard, I blinked repeatedly, wiped my eyes to find Vincent doubling over on the floor.

I gasp in astonishment. ‘Azrael.’ He was hovering him, punching Vincent over and over.

He gurgles a chuckle, “This is impressive. My toy, it appears you still have your old charm to train your dog, well. In what number of ways did you- Azrael growled a feral sound, raising his fist in air.

Vincent's head swung with the impactful hit, I looked the other side holding my stomach not to throw up. My wrist was roughly gripped forcefully as Azrael made me move with him.

I didn’t dare to glance at Vincent’s condition neither asked Azrael anything. He dragged me all the way to the main hall, it was vacant and eerily silent.

‘For how long I was trapped in the rest room?’

My body was aching in different places, a horrible exhaustion was slipping inside. Realization hit me, I whipped my head in his direction. His back was to me, silence seems to buzz louder with his harsh breathing. It was scaring to unable to anticipate what he’d do.

In one swift move, he uplifted the table nearest to him throwing it blindly.

I slapped my hand on my mouth to hold back shrieks, his body was coiled with rage. It reflected as he kept destroying the furniture, kicking them. His abrupt anger shocked me to core, Azrael would hardly let his face give any sort of expression.

Now, he was unstoppable with intimidating, dangerous aura. But why? He could have showed sympathy or left me behind after saving me. What was going on with him? Inching towards him, recollecting the normal, his gentleman moments I mustered my courage.

“Azrael,” I brushed my trembling fingers on his shaking clenched fist.

“Don’t touch me!!!” he shouts, jerking my hand harshly.

I trip on something falling on the edge of the overturned table, my hipbone throbbed in ache. Panting from open mouth, I nervously met his eyes. Resigned despair was empowering his stormy gaze, this only meant one thing. He heard conversation with Vincent. My eyes teared up, I couldn’t take that look from him. Anyone but him.

He took few steps forward, I held my breath on brink of hope that he’d at least give me one chance to explain. To know the complete truth. Instead he stormed out, his shoe steps echoed crushing of the glass vase, on his way.

Visibly it was the glass, in reality it was my heart that was shattered under his feet. There was no sound though, so he ignored it.

In barely lit room, chaotically broken furniture- I was left on the floor alone. Again.