Denzel headed to the elevator door once his personal errands had been done. As usual, all eyes were on him---he was handsome and prim as always. When he suddenly saw his secretary together with an unknown man, his eyes leaked out daggers. They did no seem close, in fact, Sharmaine looked terribly bothered by the man's presence.
"Mister… Suarez…"
He did not speak, rather he glared towards the man who stood before him. Time always seemed to stop whenever there's another man in the presence of Sharmaine. His mind was flooded by many inappropriate thoughts and frankly, the weird and unknown feeling it gave him was unsettling. As he stepped out of the elevator, he quickly grabbed Sharmaine's wrist---not because he wanted the man away, but because it just made him irritated.
"Who are you?" he said; a tall tower of confidence ran through his tall figure. His eyes were meekly observed by his secretary whilst his grip tightened around her fragile wrist. The atmosphere suddenly changed into a battlefield---a war; it was like a final battle against two kings.
"Mr. Suarez! I've been dying to meet you," Jason said, pulling off a smile in which his cunning personality shone through.
Denzel's expression remained. "Why are you here?"
"I came here to get what belongs to me." Again, his cunning smile made Denzel feel more threatened. His tone was also irritating as his statement was delivered in such a playful way---it says a lot about his true nature.
Denzel was about the grumble back when Sharmaine suddenly touched his arm. "Please, you two should talk in private," she said. Her warm brown eyes shone bright; he stared at her for a moment, gazing toward her beauty and familiar air. His grip slowly loosened, which gave another familiar smile to Sharmaine's face.
He sighed. "Mr. Cruz, please follow me to my office."
When they arrived at the office, Sharmaine was quickly dismissed by Denzel, leaving the two guys alone in a cold wide room. Their eye contact with each other felt like it could produce some sort of electricity any moment---until Denzel broke the intense silence.
"What are you doing here? Did you not understand the orders of my mother?"
Jason glared; his seafoam-green eyes started to lose its warmth. "I do, but I also told you not to meddle with my affairs."
"Meddle?" Denzel raised his left eyebrow.
"I told you not to include Sharmaine in your plans."
Denzel stared at Jason. His eyes suddenly lit bright as soon as he said her name, which he felt the need to laugh at. He got his point---he still has feelings for her---she was 'that' girl from before. Denzel wanted to let her go, yet it did not seem appropriate nor was it something he could easily do.
"I have no plans of letting her go."
"Bullsh*t! You only fell for 'that' man."
Denzel paused momentarily; his eyes, for the third time, leaked daggers that pierced through Jason's. He suddenly felt the need to intensify the tension that remained because of this uncut transactions and relations. Jason's statement suddenly echoed in his mind, and with no distinct tone, he spoke in a deep voice.
"As far as I'm concerned, he was no man."