{Aaron's point of view.}
I woke up sweating cold, with difficulty on breathing, and way too pissed because of that damn dream that's more like a damn nightmare. Again she's taking almost all place in my thoughts when I sleep, it's like I can't run away from what happened, of our mistakes, even after almost literally running away from our hometown, just like she did.
After taking a really cold bath, listening to Middle of the Night, by Elley Duhe. Dressing up in my comfortable black clothes. Then I called Zara, my secretary, and told her to meet with me in the Starbucks.
When I was out of my apartment, I looked at the apartment in front of mine as always, but no one came out, maybe it's a couple of grannies that live there, once is always so silent. I only know that it's occupied but I've never encountered the person who lives in it. It's like a hunted place.
I waited for the elevators once both four of them were occupied. When it finally came, I went to the underground garage, with my airphones on my ears and Seventeen singing. I got in my precious car and headed to Starbucks.
Chocolate cappuccino and chocolate cake, that's what I always ask when I come here. It took longer than I thought to be ready. I even saw when a gorgeous Mercedez-Benz G-Class pitch-black with dark windows stopped in front of the Starbucks and a young girl came out, and bought two breakfasts, one with an iced tea and the other with a pink frappuccino.
She must have been born into one of the richest families in the state, to be able to buy this car at such a young age. By how gorgeous she is, maybe she's an influencer or actress, it doesn't matter. The thing is, the car is gorgeous.
Two minutes passed after the girl in the Mercedez left and Zara came in. We got to my car and headed to the company. She was shining with happiness saying that the girl she likes is now her girlfriend, and I'm genuinely happy for her.
At least she heard me and asked her to be her girlfriend, it seems like I am as good at giving love advice as bad at my love life, how ironic. "So, why don't you try dating, Mr. Lawrence?"
["You're the worst person I've ever met in my life, I regret everything we did together."] The memory came to my mind and I flinched.
Nope...
["You broke me, you broke my heart."]
Damn, her question caught me off guard.
["I'm not a toy for you to play with it today and throw in the trash tomorrow."]
The feeling was the same as getting punched. "What? No. Thank you, I'm not good at having something serious with another person. And no woman would want to really be with me if they saw the scars I cause in myself."
"Wait, don't tell you self-mutilated yourself...?"
I burst into laughter because she got all wrong. "The fuck are you saying, Zara? Hell no! I never did that."
Rolling my eyes I laughed at her again.
"But you said that you-"
"Zara, I was figuratively talking. More like emotional scars and all. You're too dense, for christ's sake," she finally understood but at the same moment we heard the sound of metal crashing into metal and when I looked at the goddamn car in front of us, it was too close to mine for the sake of my beloved vehicle.
She looked at me worried and scared at the same time, she knows how much I love this car, and how angered I became when something like this accident happened.
"Get off and resolve this mess, Zara. Make the bastard pay for his mistake. Or you will pay with your job. You choose!"
When I took a good look at the car, I realize that it was the Mercedez-Benz G-Class from back at Starbucks, and as if to confirm my thoughts, the cherry-red-haired girl came out of the driver's seat and walked in Zara's direction. I thought she would be intimidated by Zara's beauty and model physic like almost everyone, but she wasn't, actually, she acted as if she knew her.
The two of them talked and then she came to my window and the young girl went to the window of her car as if she was going to talk to someone who was in there. "What it is?"
"Well, how can I say this..."
What's gotten into her? "Come on, Zara, say it once and for all."
"The thing is, you saw the red-haired girl who was driving?"
"Yes, and?"
"She's my girlfriend," w-wait, what the fuck?
"I thought your girlfriend had a position similar to yours in the company she works at, but she's actually a rich girl?"
"No, she isn't rich. That car is not hers. It's her boss's car. The one who's inside it." Oh...
"And?"
"Her boss said we are the ones who crashed into her car, and she's kinda pissed." What kind of bullshit is this?
Where's this dumbass? Doesn't he have the courage to come here and lie to my face? "That's a dirty lie. They're the ones who made this mass, so go there and make that stupid bastard pay for what he did to my car."
"I think it's a woman." Woman?
"It doesn't matter, Zara. Go there and do your work when I still have patience."
A woman who works in one of the biggest publishing companies in New York as the lead editor of her company? I don't think I know who is that, but I think I've heard about a woman leading one of the publishing companies here, somewhere. Or maybe I'm mistaken and she doesn't have the same position as me in her work, maybe she's the second lead editor or something like that.
It's not like this is important anyway, just my baby matters right now, and I'll make this woman pay for it, I'm not letting it slide.