Until Arora

Chapter Six

"To date me, you gotta be mentally strong, because I'll push all your buttons. Buttons you don't know you had."

Arora POV

Last night was strange and mysterious. As I sat in my office, trying to get some work done, I kept thinking about that stranger. What was it about this guy that I couldn't seem to focus on anything? By the way he dashed out after one phone call, he appears to be married or has someone. When I asked Amy about him, she told me he's single, which was a relief, but it still makes me wonder if he really told Amy everything. So here I am with his phone, which is, of course, locked. I was able to match the lines left on his phone by his finger after a few tries.

I only looked through his gallery because I was curious how he looked without his mask. I know I shouldn't look through someone else's phone, but he captivated me. He sent shivers down my spine and spark flies through my stomach. Who could blame me?

All I found were a few photos of him and an elderly lady. He appeared cold in the photograph, but the old lady appeared warm and loving. She had to be his grandmother. But my God, he looks hot as hell. Amy told me his name is Aaron Queen, which is ironic given that he dressed up as Oliver Queen for the Halloween ball. The only problem is that I need to return his phone, and he works at the one place I don't want to go, AA International Group of Companies Limited. When Amy told me where he works, I was a little disappointed.

I decided to drop off his phone on my way to the clinic, and since I don't think I'll be able to get anything done today, I'll just go to the penthouse and change.

I'm standing in front of AA Company, and I went to the receptionist.

"Hello and good day! How can I assist you?" With a smile on her face, the receptionist inquired. I returned her smile as I noticed her name tag.

"Hello, Lucy! Good afternoon! I have something for someone who works here, and I'm here to deliver it. Could you please tell me which floor, Mr. Aaron on?" I inquired as to when she cut me off.

"Do you have a meeting with the boss?" She inquired.

"No, but I have his phone, and I believe he desperately needs it back. I'm just going to drop it and be done with it. I'm also running late for work." I informed her.

"He's up on the 12th." She informed me. I thanked her and proceeded to the elevator.

As I waited for an elevator, my stomach grumbled. Knowing as if I'd just eaten lunch, it wasn't my stomach but nerves, which irritated me.

Why was the prospect of confronting this man making me nervous? He shouldn't be able to affect me in this way.

It had to be his appearance. I can't deny it because I knew it was his looks, which was ridiculous. I wasn't a shallow person, but I couldn't help but have a crush on this man, and that part of me needed to shut up right now because I had given up on men and relationships. It is just me, my family, and my job.

The elevator made a dinging sound and opened, allowing three older businessmen and myself to enter. As the doors closed, it was just the four of us. While waiting for the elevator to take me to the 12th floor, I noticed they were staring at my boobs, and here I am thinking it is impolite to stare at people. Why do my boobs have to be a man magnet?

"Take a picture; it will last longer." I told them when one of them took out his phone. This man has guts. I drew on my lab coat to cover my boobs.

"Why do you have to be that way, sweetheart?" The tall, gray-haired man addressed me.

Fortunately, the elevator reached the 12th floor before I could respond. I got out of the elevator, relieved to be free of those men.

A clear glass door was hung with a black sign with gold lettering that read Mr. Queen, Managing Director. I took a deep breath in and out before making my way through the doorway, adjusting my little blue dress. Yes, I did get all dressed up for this shit. Don't pass judgment. Who could blame me for thinking he looked like a God?

I was greeted by a young, blonde receptionist. "Can I assist you?"

"I've come to see Mr. Queen."

She appeared to be about to laugh at me. "Does he expect you?"

"No."

"Mr. Queen does not see anyone without an appointment."

"Well, I need to see him because I have something very important to him."

"Can you tell me your name?" she inquired.

"Isla Morgan," I said. I volunteer under the name Isla Morgan, and even though the clinic knew my real name, they agreed to keep it a secret.

Okay. Ms. Morgan. You are welcome to take a seat right there. I'll ask Mr. Queen when he arrives if he'd like to see you."

"Thank you," I said.

Straightening my dress and adjusting my coat, I took a seat diagonally across from the front desk on the couch. I was wondering how long I'd have to wait; patients were scheduled to see me at the clinic at 1pm. Following the completion of my nutrition science degree. I decided to volunteer at the clinic for free for people who can't afford a nutritionist for their children.