He seems to ignore my words, but after a while he drags his hand away from my back, making me turn back to reality and tilting my head slightly.
I keep my eyes open to stare at every detail of his face: I admire his strong contracted features and start to
count his nees.
He peers at me carefully, penetrating me with his deep eyes, as he takes a lock of my hair between
his index and middle finger, bringing it behind my ear.
It is strange to see him so serious and thoughtful, considering the few moments we shared ...
He sighs heavily on my face and I try to savor the smell of his breath as he brings the other
hand on my forehead, drawing a line with his index finger.
I moisten my lips with my tongue, while trying to find some courage to finally open my mouth:
"I have a rednose pit bull." - I say, as his eyes move from my scar and meet mine:
I feel my legs shake and go soft when I notice their proximity.
I didn't realize his eyes were so dark ...
He assumes a confused face as he looks back at my forehead:
"It's my dog." - I explain, waiting for his lips to move and say something, but I stay
perplexed when all he does is shrug.
He slowly walks away, then turns and walks away in the same direction he came in, while I feel
an unexplained emptiness in my stomach, even though I return to breathe normally.
I stay in that position and look at James until I notice the presence
of someone next to me, the employee that a little while ago scolded me:
«Er ... do I have to help you?» - he says, almost embarrassed to have interrupted us.
But he didn't interrupt us, in fact we weren't doing anything, we wouldn't do anything, I wouldn't let him do anything!
I just nod and better adjust the lock of hair behind my ear.
I shouldn't risk letting him get close again, because James's confidence ... scares me a lot.
He is a man who knows he can get what he wants and no woman can stand up to him.
To his pride is added the history he hides behind: he must have a terrible past since
even Edward is fond of James.
I don't know what he went through, but certainly something that led him to be so threatening and ready
to attack everyone and that includes drugs, prison or prostitution.
I shrug and, without thanking the employee because of my distraction, I reach my destination, slash heaven
terrestrial, slash the peak of human evolution: the potato chip shelf.
I fill half of the cart with Lay's, Crik Crok, and Doritos, then move on to the butcher.
I learned how to shop and choose good quality food thanks to my mother: not that she has taught me anything, but it was enough for me to listen to her and look at her while carefully scrutinizing each product,
looking at the labels.
But she always let herself go with meat and cheeses because she knew dad liked to cook them.
My parents' relationship served me as an example of the fact that love exists no matter what, economic problems and constant disputes.
I have always considered a miracle, in fact, the duration of my parents' marriage: I used to wake up every
early morning because of their arguments and I waited every day for them to tell me they would
divorce.
But twenty-three years have passed and they continue to wake up on the same bed, even if the quarrels aren't over.
I smile as I finally meet the sunlight, pushing the cart towards the bodyguard's car with difficulty.
I look for him around with my eyes, already anxious to have to spend another five minutes in the same car with him, but I take a deep breathe and, as soon as I see him lean against his car with the same sunglasses, I go
towards him.
"I told you to hurry." - he growls between his teeth, returning the bully he was ten minutes before.
I don't answer him and start unloading the envelopes by myself: he is also moody, this man is full of quality!
I hear him snort loudly, and then he gets into the car to wait for me, while I take the trolley back to its
place.
In a moment like this I regret not having brought my driving license: I certainly would not have passed any time with this asshole.
I join him again listlessly and with the intention of not speaking to him all the way ... and put on the seat belt this time.
I slam the door by my side, and wait for the car to be accessed.
I really need a lot of time tonight and I can't afford any delay.
I've tried so hard until now and I hope things continue to go like this.
As I get lost in my thoughts and try to avoid James, I feel the phone vibrate in my pocket, signaling
the arrival of a call from my hamster:
"Hey, lizard!" - I greet her, as I start fiddling with my necklace, feeling James's gaze on
of me.
"Hey, panda! What are you doing? »- I can imagine her eating ice cream sitting on a sofa in her room.
"I just went shopping."-I explain with a low tone to make her understand I'm not in a mood.
"Do you have time to talk?" - she asks.
«It depends on what you want to ask me.» - I raise an eyebrow, already knowing what she wants to talk about.
"Tell me everything you didn't tell me about the sexy businessman!" - hers sounds like a threat.
I glance at James, who seems to pay no attention to our conversation while
watching the road carefully.
« I can't, I have to eat a bamboo.» - I try to joke.
"Huh?" - I roll my eyes at her confusion.
"You called me a panda, so… forget it! I have to go! »- I try to explain, but then I give up and
I try to end the call, but he interrupts me:
«Don't you dare! Soon I will have a rich friend and I want to know all the details. "- I rolled my eyes at her cold tone.
"I'm not going to take a cent from this staging." - I correct her, as I notice James
frown by my side.
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