Knots & Tie

Matters

Honey's POV.

I was about to open the door of the restroom when I bumped into something hard and rigid. I looked up and noticed a chiseled face looking down at me, confused. I didn't know him, but I hugged him tightly and whispered into his ears.

"Just act like you know me."

He hugged me back and leaned his head close to my ears. "Is someone stalking you?"

I tightened my arms around his waist and nodded. "Yes, I don't know what he wants."

I should have let go of him, but I didn't. I felt strangely safe in his hands. I turned my head and risked a glance at my stalker. He had stopped following me. Instead he leaned on the wall pressing his phone. It was more like he was waiting for the stranger to leave me.

I looked at him from above his chin. "Please don't leave me."

He patted my head gently and smiled. "I won't. You want to use the restroom, right?"

I nodded, still hugging him tightly. "Yes."

"Then go and use it. I will wait for you here." He said calmly. I didn't know him, but I was certain he wouldn't leave.

I nodded and dropped my hands. "Alright, I'm coming." I said and entered the restroom.

I didn't spend time in the restroom and came outside. I slightly opened the door and peeked to see if he was still waiting for me. He stood elegantly at the doorway, his broad back was to me. He wore a black suit and fancy leather shoes with a silver bird brooch. Everything about him screamed richness. Wristwatch. Looks. Aura. Demeanor. Dressing.

I looked up and noticed he had turned to look at me. I blushed as I shifted my eyes and steeped out of the restroom. "Thank you." I said and adjusted my handbag over my shoulder.

He waved his hand dismissing my gratitude. "Don't bother, it isn't a big deal."

I nodded. We walked through the hallway.

"Are you done here?"

"Yes, I came to order a designated shoe for my dad's birthday."

"You must be very close to your father."

I nodded. "Yes, I am. He is my best friend."

He chuckled. It made a pleasant sound in my ear. "Mine is quite the opposite. My father was my worst enemy."

I gaped at him. How could he say something like that with so much calmness? "Seriously?"

He nodded. "Yes. We didn't get along that much until it was too late."

"I'm so sorry about that." I said with so much concern in my voice.

He arched a brow at me. "You are sorry about what? My Dad?" He snorted. "Don't be, he got what he deserves."

I shrugged. "No matter how bad he was, he was your father. You should feel sorry for him."

He pocketed his hands and pressed his lips. "Sometimes, I do feel sorry for him."

"So what happened to him?"

He smiled and I flushed. "It's a long story. I might tell you some other time."