11 I AM NOT JEALOUS…. AM I?
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(Archer POV)
“What the hell did you do?” Carson stomped into the room. I turned to see him glaring at me. He waited for a few seconds for the answer but seeing I was not going to talk, he decided to continue. “She ran out claiming she wanted a day off. She was crying. What did you do?”
“I don't know”
“You don't know?” he raised one eyebrow as if he didn't believe me.
“Why did I say that” I muttered rubbing my forehead.
“What? Why did you say what? What did you say”
I ignored his question letting out a frustrated groan.
Why? How can I just blurt such words?
I didn't know what had gotten into me. All I knew was that I was angry with her. But why?
I ground my teeth as I looked at the computer in front of me.
Just 10 minutes before barging into her office, I decided to look at the CCTV. I remember how irritated I felt when I saw her laughing and talking to that star.
The way they casually flirted with each other. It made me feel…. Angry? Like I want to smash his head on the table?
And Izzy bear? What the hell is with that? I lost the last thread of patience hearing that. How dare he call my woman with such nicknames!
Wait… my woman.
“f**k” I cursed looking at Carson.
He was looking at me as if I had gone completely crazy. I cursed once again walking to my office. He followed me quietly.
I looked at my table and then at my CCTV camera.
“Get me her address” I voiced. Carson’s eyes widened.
“I think it is better you leave her alone for today.”
I looked at a determined looking Carson.
“She looks distraught with what you did. Give her some time. Talk to her when she is back tomorrow”
“Alright”
The weather was getting worse, and the thunderstorms growing louder.
I tried to occupy my entire day, engaging in as many meetings as I could.
Somehow with torture, I ended that dreadful day.
The next day, I came to the office with large dark bags under my eyes. I couldn't sleep even a second.
Guilt and a feeling of heaviness filled me.
“Did she come?” was the first thing I asked as I entered the office.
“She took a sick leave”
“I need to see her”
“Sir, give her some more time”
Day 2 and Carson walked in to give me the daily schedule.
“Izabella?”
He once again shook his head.
I ground my teeth looking at the gloomy sky. It was raining for 2 days straight.
“Maybe you should visit her, Sir”
I felt stupid but as soon as he said that, I rushed out of the office. Carson had already sent me the address.
It was only a 20 minutes ride but it felt like an hour. By the time I reached her place, it was pouring rain. Thunder boomed making it rain even harder. I rang the doorbell once and waited for her to open the door.
Looking down I frowned at the magazines on the floor. Did she leave?
Panic filled me. I anxiously rang the doorbell again.
And again. And again.
This time I heard movement inside. A second later the door opened.
The sound of high volume music blasted from inside the house.
“A-Archer?” her eyes went wide, shocked at seeing me here. “Wh-what… What are you doing here”
“You didnt come to work” I replied as I looked at her condition.
She didnt look like she was sick. But she did look messy and wet…. Really wet.
“Were you showering?”
She froze as if I asked her something forbidden. She looked away biting her lips before clearing her throat.
“Ah yes. I was bathing”
Her voice was quieter than before as if she was lying. But seeing how uncomfortable she looked I didnt press forward.
A thunder boomed behind us and I saw her jump a little.
Is she afraid of thunder?
“Are you planning to keep me outside?” I asked as she shook her head, quickly moving to the side.
“Please come in”
I watch as she visibly relaxes as she closes the door behind me. I looked around the room. It was neat and simple. She didnt have much furniture, just enough for one.
“Um, make yourself comfortable” She muttered walking to her small open kitchen.
A little later she came back with some tea and snacks.
“Thank you,” I said accepting the tea. She nodded her head before sitting on the other end of the sofa.
“You are afraid of thunder?” I asked abruptly making her jump on her feet. A blush formed on her face at my question.
“Why would you say that?”
“Well…. There are so many things. For instance, those blinds shut hard.”
The moment I entered the room, I noticed the lights. Even though it was only 11 in the morning, the room had to be brightened by lights.
All her windows were closed and covered with dark blinds preventing even a single ray of light from entering.
Another thing I noticed was how it was quiet inside. Although the walls were freshly painted and styled, they didn't look soundproof. Yet the thunder outside was minimal and the music drowned what's left.
“I am not terrified. I just don't like it. It brings back bad memories” she voiced grabbing my attention. “And I especially hate it if I am already upset”
I hummed taking the tea. She refused to look at me, not even sitting on the four seated sofa.
“What are you doing here sir?” she asked, her voice now void.
“I am sorry” I decided to go straight to the point. Something about how her eyes stared with anger and sadness made me feel like a stab in my heart. “I made a mistake. I should have never said that. That was… Unprofessional. I apologize for being an asshole”
I watched her eyes soften for a second before looking away.
“Whatever. What’s done is done,” she muttered still refusing to look at me. “But thank you for apologizing” This time her voice was much lower and I couldn't help but smile.
“Izzy” I mumbled as she froze on her spot. I could see how calling her by that name affected her.
The current song was slow and daring. It was like it was setting the mood for something dangerous. She stayed in her place as if waiting for what I would do.
I did the only rational thing I thought.
I walked to her. She looked up watching every single move I made. Her face now was flushed and her eyes looked fogged.
I raised my hand to her face and as if by instinct, she moved her head closer to it. Something about our touch was different.
I had noticed it before.
I had noticed it the first time we met.
The moment we touch, some kind of electric feeling goes over my body. Just like now….
She gave out a groan as if she felt the shock herself. But before I could even process what was happening, her legs gave out.
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