This hollow voice was familiar to my ears.
I averted my eyes to the guy standing unstirring like a stone between partly closed door of the washroom, perplexed as if I accused his innocence. ASTON?
He was wearing a black suit with a blazer in his hand. His white dress shirt was tight, exposing his chest muscles and his top button was unfastened.
My hands hovered over my eyelids and I could discern my heart beating over his sight. Was he peeking? Which part did he listen to? Since when was he sited there?
He gradually trod towards me. I wasn't up for seeing him now. Suddenly, he stood before me. The air around me turned aromatic, assorted with his warm cologne. His gaze was embracing. How absurd it is to me that seeing him made me forget all the hard time he brought upon me. I came back to my senses and cleared my watery eyes.
"At least you could have informed me that you were coming. You are irrationa-ll-l" I shouted at him and he suddenly put an end to my words by coming close to me, so close that I lost my words, my right ear was in contact with his, he exerted force by colliding his side head with mine, gently plunging. I could feel his hot breath over my shoulder. After all, he tried playing with me again, I wanted to push him away.
"I'm all ears, Emma!" said Aston while tickling his breath over my shoulder. I wanted to scream at him but then I could feel him inhaling my sight, as he inhaled, his firm chest converged with mine. I couldn't move as if he chained me with his body. The anger inside me was fading. He trailed his lips over my naked shoulder and stopped as he reached my neck. He was making me out of control. As he exhaled, the warm air around my neck blowed my mind.
"You are not bound to raise your voice. Curse me, Emma!" Aston said while dragging his lips over my side neck. I would've kicked you in nuts, if you didn't show up today. I bited my lips so I won't moan and give him the heads up that my body has become vulnerable to his touch.
In no time, I groaned "Stop it, Aston!" while trying to catch my breath.
"Don't you like it, Emma?" His words had truth in them but the unruly anger and pleasure inside me started growing.
I pushed him back. He stood firmly, looking at his right side in the mirror, biting his lower lip with the disappointment. His sight electrified my soul. He had a concrete jaw. Why so fucking hot and an insensible pervert?
"I may not be on the top of your headaches now." said Aston staring at me.
So, he heard everything. I wanted to bury myself. Seeing his serious face, I could feel the tension growing between us. My eyes located a bruise at the corner of his lower lip.
"What happened to your - lips?" I said while impulsively trailing my finger over his lower lip.
"It's nothing" said Aston.
An utter silence could be heard. I tried not suspecting his words. But he doesn't leave me decisive. His words are always tight-lipped. Well, are you hiding that too? Sure, you won't share anything. I realized, the whole time my fingers were over his lower lip and he never whined about it.
I steadily brought my hand down and took a glimpse at my watch. The presentation was about to start. I clasped my purse which was lying on the counter and sprinted out of the washroom.
Sigh of relief. I reached the auditorium. I could see Luna saved me a seat. I took my lead. "Emma, where were you? Has Aston came yet?" Luna asked me.
I was about to answer while my eyes swayed over the entrance doors. Aston just entered, as he raised his eyes, he saw me. He took his steps towards us. The seat beside me was empty. He sat there. Our elbows suddenly brushed. I coughed, even though my throat was working just fine but my nervousness level was exceeding it's limits.
"Here you are, Aston! We missed you" said Luna, which just shocked me, "Sorry? Did you just say we?" I said while rolling my eyes to Luna, I raised my eyes and she got the indication. "I meant, John and I missed you" said Luna. Her words seem fair now.
"Sure, you all did. I'm sorry for giving you a headache." Aston said. Did he just say that directly to me? Are you apologizing Aston Drake? I could see, Luna was puzzled.
I took a glimspe at Aston, his stern face was directed towards the stage. Still, you ain't saint Mr. Aston. I averted my eyes back to the stage.
*LOUD SCREECHING SOUND FROM MIC*
"Oh my God! This sucks!" I shouted.
*ASTON'S POV*
On his way back to Boston, after seeing his ill father, he blankly stared outside the plane's window. The sight seem adorable but his father's words kept traversing his mind. They were a burden. How can he take over an illegal private business they have inherited since years? He made his mind to reject his father's offer, years ago. But in his last stage of cancer, how could he disappoint him? He wants Aston to inherit all his property.
His father had two marriages. The first one was an arranged marriage for the profit in financial power and business integration. He has one step-brother. The other one was a love marriage, which brought upon Aston and Merilyn.
Only him inheriting the business as Merilyn already knocked back father's offer years ago, it would be a war with his step brother.
"Are you still pondering over father's proposal?" said Merilyn. "What other option do I have right now?" said Aston.
"Will they come after us? Will it start again?" asked Merilyn. "They'll agitate untill they take over everything. But you don't have to worry! I won't let them sabotage us. We'll be ready for whatever is coming for us." Aston said with his high spirits.
Merilyn believes her brother more than anyone in the world. Though, they are twins but he always protected her as his little sister since childhood.
"I trust you, Aston!" said Merilyn while gritting her teeth because she knew Aston may have been all protective of her but nothing involved bloodshed before. On no accounts he associated himself in gunfights before.
"Well, maybe you spill out the beans about Emma now?" Merilyn tried coaxing the discussion.
Aston got that sus smile on his face.
"See, you even started blushing. Omg, am I dreaming? Have you fell for her already? I can see you drowning in love, Aston! Com'on" said Merilyn teasingly.
"We'll see. I'm tired, let me take a nap" said Aston shutting off Merilyn.
After a tiring flight, I parted from Merilyn on the airport as I had to attend a business meeting, instead of father. The documentation of property rights were handed to me. "Your father suggested, you take your time. You have one week to sign them." said the consiglere, Mr. Griffin that has been our lawyer since the last, Mr. Stone died. I had a close relationship with Mr. Stone unlike Mr. Griffin.
I nodded. Though, I know how to use guns, but it's been a year I stopped practicing my aim.
"I have to work on my aim alignment"
"Sure, tomorrow at 8am in the Bellwood, farmhouse." said Mr. Griffin.
I nodded.
He dropped me home after our meeting. I took a sigh of relief, standing soullessly infront of my gates. The sight to my house seem lonely and dark as if it's the last house abandoned on earth. Only the golden light inside the porch was illuminating the house. I unlocked the doors and lied straight on bed.
Emma is not safe if she is with me. Her mother must be disappointed in me, only if I hadn't mocked those stupid guys for their careless work so, they wouldn't have started the fight. "Oh Fuck I forgot, I have to present the project tomorrow" I also have to go to the farmhouse early. Hope I won't be late. I thought to revise my part of the project.
I could feel stinging rays of sun in my eyes, it was 6 in the morning. Did I sleep while revising? I stood up and thought to chose the outfit for today. I opened my cabinet, "Black suits me well." I changed into my suit, had my breakfast and headed towards the farmhouse.
It was almost 8 when I reached. I applied breaks and placed my blazer on the car seat. There was lush and exotic greenery encircling the farmhouse. The grass seem crispy as I walked upon it. Beside the farmhouse was a warehouse whose insides were made with fixed metal. I saw Mr. Griffin beside the warehouse.
"Morning, Mr. Griffin!"
"Morning, Aston. Quiet on time. We assigned our best aim trainer for you, Ms. Sara" he said while pointing at Sara.
"It's pleasure meeting you, Mr. Aston!" said Sara. We handshaked. Sara seem vigorous. She had blonde hair, tied up in a ponytail. She seem 5'6 and a fitness freak.
"Hello!" I said to Sara.
"I'll leave you both now. " said Mr. Griffin.
I nodded.
I folded my sleeves and unbuttoned the top button to loosen myself. "Aston, wear shooting glasses" Sara said while handing me the glasses.
"Well, as you know, first to point near the rear alignment of the target..." Sara said. I couldn't take her more.
"I've been practicing aim firing for years. It's not an exception for me. I just need to inspect it... I don't need your lessons. You can take a side." The disappointment was clear on Sara's face.
"Well, if you say so, let's espy you." Said Sara in a seductive voice.
I fired the gun, nothing surprising, though, my aim was still lively shot at point.
"Not bad, Aston!" said Sara.
I practiced in three rounds. Sara tried correcting me several times, basically she was just teasing me with her words. It was annoying. I glanced at my watch it was almost 9 and I had my presentation in 20 minutes.
"Fuck!"
TO BE CONTINUED...