I went to the wardrobe where I recalled putting my beige boots last night. I wore it and threw my braid to the side and looked back at Zachary to find him already looking up at me. He looked up and down before his eyes fell on my braid and he narrowed his eyes at me.

　　"What?" I asked slowly feeling intimidated by his gaze.


　　"Nothing," he said and got up and shoved his phone into his pant pockets.

　　"Let's go then," he said and I nodded removing the curls of hair that fell on my cheeks behind my ear.

　　He stood on his place and bit down on his lips before nodding and walking towards the door where I followed him and we both walked out of the house.


　　"Where are we going?" I asked as we sat inside the car while putting on the seat belts. Zachary just looked up at me while he put his seat belts on and then looked straight before he started the engine and we rode off.

　　I looked out of the window to find us driving out the mansion and then on the main road. I looked back at Zachary and saw him concentrating on the road. Biting down on my lips, I looked out of the window for the silence was disturbing me.


　　"What is he up to?" I couldn't help but think.

　　My thoughts wandered off to Emmett. I hissed at it, I should really start calling him by his real name. Nicholas. Nicholas, it is. I wondered where I would have been, where my life would have taken me if I had never met Nicholas in my life. Would I had ever met Zachary then? Coming to think about it, I came across Zachary only because Nicholas was his enemy. Would we ever turn up friends if we hadn't met under that circumstances?

　　I looked back at Zachary. He had his one hand on the steering wheel while other was on his forehead. He looked as if something was irritating him. It was still morning but he looked tired as if he hadn't taken rest from a long time. I wonder what had been causing him distress.

　　"I can't do this!" I heard him and all of a sudden the car stopped with a screeching sound coming from the wheels as I felt myself jerking forward due to the sudden stop but thankfully the seat belts saved me.

　　"Oh my goodness! Zachary?" I asked confused as I watched him wiping his face using his handkerchief. The air conditioner was on but still, he was sweating.

　　"Wh-What happened?" I asked slowly.

　　He looked at me and then put the handkerchief back inside his pocket.

　　"Nothing," he whispered and he drove the car again.

　　The whole way I kept on looking at his weird behavior.

　　"What is wrong with him?" I wondered. He would occasionally turn up to me but he remained tight-lipped. His behaviour was giving me odd assumptions and all of a sudden my mind kept on nagging about where he was taking me.

　　Is he taking me somewhere to hurt me?

　　No, can he hurt me?

　　Will he hurt me?

　　I clutched the fabric of my dress and bite down on my lips. My fingers kept on twitching and unwantedly my eyes stung because of tears that threatened to fall off any moment. Was I scared?

　　The car came to a halt before a building. The building had its name in bold letters "Sullivan Real Estate" I got out of the car and looked up at the building. The building stood intimidating the buildings nearby and guessing from the name, it was Zachary's office building.

　　So this his workplace?

　　He handed over his car keys to the guard and the guard got inside the car and drove away perhaps for parking. I followed Zachary inside the building where everyone bowed or greeted him "Good Morning." While some were looking at me cautiously and with confusion. I guess they don't really have any idea who I was.

　　We opened the door of the elevator and got inside. I stood outside, not able to move my feet. Memories of what happened last time in that furniture shop came flooding into my mind. What if it stopped again with us inside?

　　"No!" I spoke and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead only imagining my condition if the elevator. I saw the door of the elevator was about to close when Zachary kept his hand stopping it from closing.

　　The door slid opened and he looked at me questionably about why I was not getting in. His lips moved as if he was about to say something but then he stopped in the middle and made a face as if he recognized what was my problem.

　　I waited for him to snap or scold me but something different happened. He got hold of mine hand and pulled me inside. A gasp escape my mouth when I collided against his hard chest.

　　"No!" I said and turned around wanting to leave the elevator but he held me by my waist and made me turn back to him. I clutched his shirt tightly closing my eyes when I heard the door of the elevator shutting with a ping sound and I felt when the elevator moved with a jerk.

　　"God!" I thought. I felt him tightening his grip on my waist pulling me closer to him.

　　Why is he doing this? Is he trying to save me? Why?

　　My eyes flickered open and I looked here and there before looking up at him. He already had his eyes on me. I felt him holding my hand that was clutching his shirt. He looked straight into my eyes. Deep brown eyes boring into mine as I felt my breathing increasing.

　　What is going on?

　　The elevator stopped and the door pinged open. Realizing that, I jerked up in my place and removed my hands from his hold. I gulped down the lump that formed in my throat and biting my lips I took in a deep breath in.

　　What is going on?

　　He cleared his throat and walked out of the elevator. I rubbed my forehead before following him.

　　"Good morning sir!" it was Cosmina. She wore a peach-colored business suit and pencil skirt with a white shirt underneath. She had left her blonde hair down today and she held the tab in her hand and she looked back at me.

　　"Doamnă! Good Morning" she bowed her head.

　　"Good Morning Cosmina," I said to which she smiled.

　　"Is he here?" Zachary asked ignoring her greetings.

　　This man!

　　"Yes, Sir! el este aici (he is here)" Cosmina said and looked at me before saying "în acea cameră (in that room)."

　　I stood there not even understanding a word. Were they talking in a code language? Of course Romanian but why are they talking in Romanian when both of them know that I don't understand a single word.

　　Cruel world!

　　"Come!" Zachary said and I raised an eyebrow and looked at him when he forwarded his hand for me to take. Not knowing what to do I took his hand and he held my hand firmly before speaking something to Cosmina in Romanian. I wanted to hit his head with the heel of my boots. I don't understand anything.

　　He looked back at me and then pulled me closer to his side.

　　"Make sure nobody disturbs us. It's an important meeting" he told this to Cosmina and she nodded in response. Zachary walked further which looked like it was the direction to his cabin. We stopped before a door on which it was written in bold letters "Ceo Mr. Sullivan" I looked back at Zachary wanting to question him if it was his room but stopped when I saw him all tensed up.

　　"Go in!" he said and I held myself from asking why me first? Turning the door open I walked in and was about to look back at Zachary if he is coming or not when my eyes fell on the person who was sitting on the sofa and stood up as soon as he saw me.

　　"Dad?" I heard my croaking voice and tears fell down my cheeks when he walked up to me.