Her Burning Lover

WE FOUR

I was singing. I was immersed in the song. As I loved singing, it was never a job for me. It has always been my hobby. I imagined the plot and the characters of the song. This is very important to feel the characters to fill emotions in the song. 

Suddenly the door opened, bringing me back to my senses. I stopped singing and looked towards the door. I saw a tall and handsome man standing on the door looking at her. He was like a sculpture with a sharp jawline, smooth skin and bright black eyes. His hairs were natural burgundy colour with slight brown of hair strands. He is Mr Raymonds, standing there staring at me.

He came to me and asked my name. I am not sure what he is doing here. Why he is asking my name. I answered, trying to suppress my fear. But why am I feeling a different emotion? It is not fear. It is a mixture of attraction and pity. But why I am pitying him? I am lost in all those words when Gary came up to me. "Hello, Mr Raymond, I am Gary Anderson." Raymond didn't reply to him. He was continuously gazing at me.

"What's the matter, Ray?" Michel came towards and stood beside Raymond, putting a hand on his shoulder. He still didn't reply as if he has seen someone he is searching for years — an answer to his miseries, the end of his cursed life. 

The situation was an awkward one. Raymond, Michel, Gary and Me. We four standing looking at each other searching for our answers evolving in our mind. After a long silence, my phone buzzed. I came out of my terrain of thoughts and saw Michel's and Gary's perplexed reactions. But still, Raymond is staring at me as if someone has made him a statue. 

I attended the call, "Hello mom, Ya, I am just leaving the company. I will be there in half an hour." My mom called me to come home as dad has made some new dishes and wants me to taste it before it gets cold. I asked Michel if I can go. Michel permitted me. I was just about to leave when Raymond turned and told, "I want to hear your singing. When is your next recording?" I was confused by his words and said, "I have my recording on Wednesday afternoon. May I go now? It's a bit urgent?" He nodded. I ran out of the door. Gary also ran behind me.

I saw her going and felt as if I am losing something, and my beast is coming back to life. I wanted to run behind her, but as I don't wish to Michel to freakout, I stood there talking to Michel. "Let's go to my office," Michel said and went outside the room. I followed her. We entered her room and sat on the sofa, opposite to each other. After a long silence, she spoke out, "What had happened to you? You didn't give me any chance to get you, but you rushed out for that girl to hear her singing. What's the matter with you?" I was still not fully conscious and thinking about Susan. Michel looked pissed off. I just wanted to go back. I stood up, "If you don't have anything else to say, I want to take your leave." Mishel was getting the vibe that it is not good to mess with me further. So she stood up, placed a kiss on my cheek and said goodbye very sweetly. I greeted her and came out of her cabin. I paced to the elevator, went to the parking lot and drove my car back to my mansion. I wanted to think about everything alone. I want to be alone except her and her thoughts only.