Chapter5
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~Kieran~
“I took this damn vacation because you forced me to. Do you know how much work would have been done if I was at work right now? When I get back, I'm firing your ass. How could you connive with my father to backstab me?” I complained as I paced around the room of this large ship.
“You're making it sound like we took you to hell. It's just for 2 weeks. I wouldn't mind if you stayed longer though. It's Christmas. Lighten up a bit, man.” His annoying voice replied from the other side and I groaned in frustration.
“f**k you, Lawrence.”
“I love you too, boss.” He snickered as he said those words and I cringed. He sure loved to get on my nerves whenever he got the chance.
“Have fun, make friends, and don't you dare wear any damn mask around. Thank goodness I hid all of them before you left.” He added as he cackled loudly and I clenched my fists in anger.
“Lawrence!”
I hated going around without wearing my face masks. The plan was to keep my face hidden for as long as I could. I wasn't ugly, it was quite the opposite actually. No one knew what I really looked like, not even my employees at home or work.
Except Lawrence, of course, and my dad. My step-sister doesn't even know what I look like. The abnormal one in our family. Dad couldn't find another woman to remarry to, he had to marry a single mom.
I don't hate them, no. I just don't feel comfortable with them. I've never felt comfortable around anyone except Lawrence. Even my father irks me a lot.
“You're gonna be fine. Go get yourself a girlfriend, and have fun for once. Who knows, you might finally lay and be laid.”
“You're fired already, Lawrence.” I hung up as I flung my phone on the bed and pulled my hair in frustration.
How could he be so brazen? Just wait till I get back to work, he won't be able to run his mouth after then.
I had to go for a ride. That should clear my head a bit. I put on my helmet and headed out where everyone was talking loudly and singing Christmas songs.
I sighed in relief when I saw my baby sitting just where I had parked it, waiting for me to sit on it and ride like there was no tomorrow. I don't care how vulgar that sounds.
I walked up to my beautiful bike and a sharp gasp escaped my lips when I noticed that the tires had been punctured. Who would actually dare to do such a thing?
“My baby.” I almost cried as I placed my hands on my head, which was covered by the helmet. This was the only thing I cherished more than my life.
Calling the mechanic late at night wouldn't be fair to him at all. I had no choice but to wait till tomorrow morning before I could get my baby fixed. I was beyond devastated.
Now, I needed a drink but the damn bar was too crowded. I managed to slip my way through and asked the bartender to help with a bottle of whiskey.
While I waited, I turned to see the crowd cheering at someone in the middle of the bar and I narrowed my eyes slightly to see who or what they were cheering for. Not that I cared anyway, but to cure my boredom, I looked.
A girl was dancing wildly to the loud music that was playing and boy, she was a terrible dancer. By terrible, I mean terribly good. She had mad moves and I found myself ooh-ing as she worked her body to the beat.
Finally, the music came to an end and she giggled as she stumbled over to my side and when she caught sight of me, she narrowed her eyes as she pointed her finger at me.
“You look like my ex-boyfriend.” She said and I let out a soft chuckle as I ignored her drunk ass. She can't even see my face. The bartender finally returned after what seemed like ages and handed me the bottle of whiskey.
“Hey! I'm talking to you! How dare you cheat on me with that bimbo? Wasn't I good enough for you?” She mumbled and I assumed that she was going through a heartbreak. But to my surprise, she wasn't crying, it actually felt like she was reading a book as she spoke.
I stood up to walk away when she gripped my collar and then collapsed on me. She passed out on me. Damn it. I was gonna pull her off me and place her on the floor but the way everyone looked at me made me think twice.
With a resigned sigh, I picked her up and walked out of the bar that was already beginning to feel suffocating. I didn't know where she was from, neither did I know where she was headed. But I couldn't leave her out here like this, she was too vulnerable right now and could be easily taken advantage of.
I took her to my cabin and placed her on the bed carefully, wondering what mess I had gotten myself into. Lawrence would be very happy to hear this.
I took off the helmet and poured the whiskey into a glass as I gulped the whole thing down. Eugh, it tasted stronger than usual. I didn't mind though and gulped down another glass.
“I hate you!” I heard the drunk lady yell as she sat up and I quickly reached for my helmet and placed it over my head as I stood up to check up on her.
“You don't hate me, you hate the jerk that hurt you,” I mumbled and her eyes moved to meet mine and for a second, I was mesmerized by her ruby eyes. This was the first time I ever saw ruby as someone's eye color.
She squinted her eyes at me and a soft ‘ah’ escaped her lips as she nodded drowsily and tried to get out of the bed.
“You're not that jerk, you're a weird man that wears helmets even in a room.” She mumbled as she stumbled out of bed and I rushed to her side as I held her to stop her from falling.
“You're warm.” She muttered as she raised her head to look at me and the moment our eyes met, my heart
did a weird thing in my chest.
What was this weird feeling?
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