Unexpected Love

How dare you touch me!

Jia Davis

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked Arthur.

"Sir, asked to move back your desk to its original place." He replied.

"Ohh!" I sucked my lower lips to stop smiling like a fool.

I had tried my best to avoid him the whole week, and we should not even cross our path, for that, I had moved my workstation out of his office (without his permission off course). The whole week was a whole emotional roller coaster for me. Is he ok that I moved out? Why is he not reacting? Is he happy, that I am gone? Does he miss me? Because I was missing him like hell. Just one glance is what I needed. No, but my brain didn't let me go to him. My poor heart pleaded like anything but stupid brain...

"Hey Jia" I turned around to see Richard coming towards me. Bringing me out of my thoughts.

I didn't acknowledge him and started packing my bag.

"Jia?" His brows furrowed.

"Are you talking to me" I asked him getting annoyed. Now he remembered me and comes as if nothing happened. I huffed, he is his brother, so I have to be friends with his family. Right?

"Sorry... what were you saying." I tried to give him a smile.

"Are you mad at me" he asked getting confused.

"Why will I be mad at you. I was just distracted." 

"Hey man Richie." Dr. Rashid came towards us and they both did a bro hug.

"Tomorrow at my place for housewarming party. Sofi will send all the details. Ahh! My cheeks are hurting, saying the same thing again and again" he said rubbing his cheeks.

"How is Sofia?" Richard asked with a smirk.

"Oh, she wanted to come, but she is so tired and exhausted. We just came yesterday from our honeymoon." He said with a naughty smile. I frowned at their conversation, confused. Then it drawn on me. Boyss.

"You Bastard." They both started laughing and I left from there.

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I was going through my clothes to find something nice to wear. I don't know if he will come or not, but I wanted to dress up and look beautiful for...him.

Stacy was right, I never realized when Mr. Anderson swept in my heart and created a havoc inside. But then again, he never called or messaged me yesterday or today. Did we really had that moment? Or it was just my illusion? Why am I such a confused person?

Maybe when we meet today he will talk to me, hold my hand, take me in his arms...just the thought made me blush, and this stupid smile is not leaving my face. I was risking my heart here, but I trust him. He is a man of 29 years, not some teenage possessive boy, he won't hurt me, I was confident. My heart was safe with him.

I took a bath and wore a white top with blue stripe and matching skirt. I hope he likes it. I left my hair open and did little makeup. I was all set to go. I booked a cab, with hopes that he will drop me home. I reached the location, It was a beautiful two-storey house in vicinity of Anderson brothers. I took a vase from Ben's collection as a gift. And then, he came. Wearing jeans and black shirt, my breathing hitched a bit looking at him. I was all mushy inside and had a difficult time to not let it show on my face.

But, I was soooo wrong, he never acknowledged me, not a single smile nor a look, as if I was not there at all. Even when Dr. Rashid tried to match me up with his friend, Xavier, it didn't affect him at all. It was hurting me, but I told myself maybe he will talk when we will be alone. Slowly everyone started leaving. Lee left with Ellen and Clara, who were a bit tipsy. All other friends of Dr. Rashid and Sofia left. Right now, it was just a very drunk Lia and Liam being cosy with each other, just like Sofia and Rashid. Richard was busy throwing daggers at Liam, Bruce was at the balcony along with his thoughts. Mr. Snobbish was engrossed in his mobile.

I sighed, I don't think I have more patience left in me, so I stood up and said am I leaving to no one in particular, just then his voice vibrated in the room.

"Bruce, please drop Ms Davis at her home," he didn't even look up from his screen. I was so frustrated and exhausted that I wanted to strangle him. I didn't argue and just left from there with Bruce tailing behind.

Bruce asked me to wait at the gate as he fetched the car. He opened the passenger door for me, I slide in the seat and sat looking at the cityscape as the car moved. Some jazz music was playing, which irritated me, so I stopped the system. Bruce cleared his throat twice or thrice. Ugh! Why don't he drink some water if his throat was itchy?

I was sulking and was on the verge of crying. I ruffled my hair to mess them and smudged my lipstick with the back of my hand. What was the point of dressing up? My heart was aching, I should have never felt anything for him. He is a snobbish, arrogant jerk. May be All that just happened in my head. A lone tear rolled down my cheeks and I brushed it with my knuckles. I felt Bruce's hand on my hand, interlinking our fingers.

What the hell. I was boiling with rage.

"How dare you touch me?" I turned and yelled at him, yanking my hand away from his grip. But I chocked on my words as soon as my eyes fell on his face because it was not Bruce who was driving the car.