He lost his interest in me, now, and he was looking at the view in front of us. He looked so relaxed. He bent down and rested his elbows at my balustrade.
The first two buttons of his shirt were undone and the wind blew away his hair, making it messier. He looked like a portrait. He looked strong and beautiful.
"It was good," I murmured and bared my teeth at him with annoyance.
"Mr. Sandros."
"Yes, sir."
"Stop acting like an angry kitten," he told me without turning around me. My eyes widened like a doe that caught in front of the headlight. How did he know? His eyes were closed and there were no mirrors in front of him. He was not even looking at me.
"I didn't do anything," I whined at him. He turned towards me and scrutinized his gaze upon me. I stood still like an obedient employee with a bright smile on my face as if I was an innocent soul.
"Sure," he shook his head with amusement.
"Sir, can I tell you something," I asked him, slowly with cautiousness.
"Sure,"
"A friend of mine told me that breaking into someone's house is illegal," I told him and looked at his face, expectantly. I hope he caught on to what I was trying to say. I mean, it was not difficult to understand my hidden implication. And I definitely, don't want him to break into my home again.
"That's interesting to know, don't involve yourself in such mistakes then." He bent down to my height and advised me like I was a toddler.
"….." I was speechless. He looked down on me as if he was a decent human. The nerve of that punk!
That son of a biscuit!
I scowled at him and stomped on the floor with frustration. He walked back to his earlier position with a smirk on his cocky face.
I was drained out of my energy just by having a conversation with him. I heaved a sigh and took a seat on the stone bench outside my balcony, already feeling exhausted with today's events. The weather was warm and pleasant.
"If you don't mind me asking, why are you here?" I asked without hesitation. I was done beating around the bush and approaching him with caution.
"About that?" he started and rested his behind against the balustrade. He gave me his full attention, now.
"We are going to Italy," he broke the ice. At first, my mind didn't register what was he saying but once my mind processed his words my eyes widened with disbelief.
"Are you kidding me?!" I yelled at him with disbelief.
"I don't kid, Mr. Sandros. I want you to pack your bags and be ready at sharp nine O'clock. We will be boarding at half-past nine tomorrow morning." He informed me as cool as a cumber.
He was not bothered about my little outburst. I couldn't even cope with my acting when he was in the same room with him. How could I manage to stay with him in a foreign land?
The worst was what if I got exposed in Italy? Not to mention, he was a damn, mafia boss. I couldn't imagine what would happen to me when he finds out that I was here to put him behind the bars.
"This is ridiculous, you haven't informed me earlier." I accused him and scowled at him. He raised his eyebrows at me in hilarity. He stood straighter and walked to where I sat, the wind blew his dark hair making it messier. His steps were graceful like a predator. Did my little outburst hit his nerve? I gulped at his approaching figure.
With his beautiful face and graceful steps, no one would have guessed, he was the predator.
"I informed you now, didn't I?" he told me with his calm voice. It was too calm and collected which spooked me to my core.
He took a seat beside me and leaned his face closer to mine which made me lean backward. I held my breath with anticipation. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish out of water.
"Y…yes sir." I finally uttered but I couldn't look at his face. I squirmed on my spot with wandering eyes.
I could feel him, examining my face. My heartbeat skyrocketed with discomfort. His masculine scent invaded my nostrils making me exhale with greediness. Damn! He smelled good. He hummed at my answer and pulled away from my face but his gaze was solely focused on me.
"That is what I thought." He nodded his head with satisfaction.
I scowled at my flower and fisted my shirt with frustration. He rested his right arm at the back of my stone bench and he crossed one leg above the other. There was a contented silence around us and the wind was caressing us, softly.
"Mr. Sandros,"
"Yes, sir."
"Pack as much as you can." His statement made me stiffen and I turned in his direction for more answers. But he was looking at the flock of birds that were flying in the sky.
"Err…how long are we gonna stay there?" I asked him with hesitancy. I hope the stay was not so long. I looked at him with my hopeful, shining bright eyes.
He looked at my face in a daze and gulped. He looked anxious all of a sudden. I looked at him in confusion. Did I do something wrong? He shook his head and turned to his front swiftly.
"It depends on how long the work takes us to finish." He replied bluntly.
"….." I was speechless. His response was making me apprehensive.
I was not a bold person but I liked to portray myself as bold and fearless. I had too many questions, but I was a little diffident to ask him. as if reading my mind, he suddenly interrupted my thoughts.
"Spit it out, Mr. Sandros." How did he know that I wanted to ask him something, he was not even looking in my direction.
"Can you repeat, for what we are going to Italy, sir?" I asked him, softly and looked at him on tenterhook.
"I haven't told you the reason yet." Came his smug reply. I gave him the stink eye and I imagined stabbing his eyes with my pencil.
"Err… My apologies, sir," I replied to him, sweetly and gave him a beaming smile that would blind his eyes. He coolly looked at me through his peripheral view.
"Seize your facial muscles, Mr. Sandros. You look like that donkey with that weird-looking green man." His response made my smile widen.
"Are you talking about Shrek, sir?" I enquired. My beaming smile was still intact on my face.
"I have no idea about that cartoon's name," he replied coolly and scrutinized his gaze on my still beaming face. I was damn sure that I resemble a smiling hamster due to my chubby cheeks.
"I would have never guessed that you watch cartoons," I replied him with laughter in my eyes. This was gold, this man, 'I was always serious' man over here watches the cartoon and I would have never guessed it in my entire existence.
"I don't," came, his instant reply.
"It is okay, Mr. Jedrick. You don't have to lie. Your secret is safe with me." I patted his shoulder and bit my lips to hold in my laughter. He looked at me and made his eyes into small slits. I couldn't hold in my laughter anymore and I burst out into a fit of laughter.
"I…haha…would have never guessed," I leaned on to his side and clutched my stomach, and laughed to my heart's content.
"Oh my god! My stomach hurts…hahaha," I wheezed and wiped the corners of my eyes.
"Are you done, Mr. Sandros?" he asked me with a grave voice, but his eyes looked like he was enjoying my laughter. I recovered from my little bubble and sat straighter with a serious face. I nodded my head at him and composed myself.
He shook his head at me in disapproval. He looked like a disappointed father looking at his bratty kid. I gave him an innocent look, for which, he rolled his eyes.
"Then, can you explain why we are going to Italy?" I tried again. I wanted to get something out of him before I turn myself into a scapegoat.
"No," came, his instant reply.
"…" I heaved a sigh and slumped on my seat. This was not working and I gave up on asking him further questions. He was not going to answer me, properly even if I asked him.
"If all your doubts are clarified, I'll take my leave now." he stood up from his spot and I too followed his action. 'Clarified my doubts? my foot, he straight out refused to answer my questions.
"All my doubts are PERFECTLY, clarified, sir," I told him sarcastically and emphasized my words.
"I am glad, Mr. Sandros." He replied coolly and tucked his hands in his pockets.