David included the cake on the menu. I was trying my best to bake a delicious one, which I have been trying for the past few years. Cooking or baking, whatever we never get along with, always has David's final touch in everything. What was even more annoying was the grin he would wear after giving a final touch, which I wanted to rip at that second.
David came and hugged me tightly when I was so engrossed in being a perfectionist. He started chewing on my ears, followed by biting my neck. His bloody pervert behavior. When the hell was he going to give up? "Oh god, when are you going to stop being a perverted bastard? I need to concentrate." "Baby, you know right; it's never good to go until my final touch." Not to forget bloody sarcasm. He started pouring peppy kisses all over my neck.
"God, you are dating; can't you be faithful at least to this guy? He seems nice." "Common, you know right, I am not a dating type, and I am astonished this guy has been sticking to me for the past few months. It's a fucking new record of mine." "Yeah, so something might work out with this guy. Give him a bloody chance." "I don't know about that. My dating has nothing to do with my seduction. I am not going to stop flirting with you till you agree to another night." "In your dream, no, never forget about it." "It was good, right? I mean, sex. Why the hell don't I deserve a second chance?" "Here we go again; can't you give up?" "Hell no, I will keep trying." "You are sometimes a pain; trust me," and "Well, this pain is going to be there lifelong." I could only respond to this statement by chuckling and trying to concentrate on my mission.
"So, when are you going to give a chance to anyone?" "Not again." "Tell me, when are you going to start dating? It's been fucking five years. Other than sex, you are not interested in the guys; you are always running. You have not even dated, at least for a few days. Always you fucking see to it, to ends in only fucking, nothing else. What's the bloody problem? You can't fucking stay this way forever." He made me face him. Now that we were facing each other, he was burning. This dating conversation always leaves me in frustration. "I know, I know; not now, I am not ready. I will date when I am ready. Is it really necessary to date someone? I am happy now." "Are you serious? Going to die alone. It's fucking not worth dying alone, understood. I am ready. I will dump this guy. Let's date, ok? We will not think about the future; let's be together till we tire or want to get rid of each other. Are you ready?" "Are you mad? I am not going to date you." "I am fucking offended, but I will let this slide aside. Ok, then date, other guys give the fucking chance to someone." He is not going to give up, like always. "Ok, let me think about it." "I have been hearing this for the past few years; not to forget, your walls are fucking high."
I couldn't face him; my eyes were on the ground. That statement made me think and pushed me into a daze. Yes, it was fucking high. I don't think anyone would be that patient to deal with me; I won't be surprised if they fucking give up at any point in time. "Gray, I am serious. Please start dating someone. I don't want you to be alone this way. You fucking don't deserve this; don't let your past ruin your present and the future." I was getting there, but something always held me back. What was it? I was not able to find my answer. "I know it's not like I don't want to. I want to; trust me. I am desperately waiting for someone to break this bloody wall of mine and take me out of it without my knowledge. I know I am expecting too much, but with my conscious, if anyone enters my life, they won't be successful in breaking my wall, and I fucking won't let that happen."
David was confused, which was evident; even I don't know whether I was making any sense. This is complicated, and I am fucking complicating things. "Trust me, I am not getting how to react to that, but you know, right, how today's dating world runs?" "I know, and I can't help it. Let's change the topic, please. I am fed up with thinking about this again and again." "Are you going to stay this way forever?" "I don't want to; I want to be with someone. When we find someone and expect so much, we both know what the result will be. I don't want to find answers to so many what-ifs." "You can't stay this way forever." "I didn't choose this way. Well, I was forced. Now a few things are out of my hands, and I can't help it. "At least, are you going to try?" "Of course I will." "If nothing works out, let me be your last option." "Yeah, if nothing works out, then I will end up with you as a friend." "Unbelievable, thank you; I am the fucking bloody happiest person on this planet." "You are welcome. Get done with this cake, customer; start showing up." "Sure, sure, baby.".
It's been five years. Unbelievable. I am back after five years, not to forget that my dad made sure I never visited this place, and I get his reasons. Even if I were in his place, I would be making the same decision. He was worried, but not anymore. I reached the level where everyone should think twice, at least to take my name. My power was immense; I could reach and get any fucking thing; even my dad was not aware of my power. A satisfying smile formed on my face. I was more than satisfied with my achievement.
I am handling so many branches in different countries. This branch was the only one underperforming, and I definitely couldn't let this continue. After I agreed to my dad's terms, he finally gave his consent, and I am here. I was inhaling the air. It had only been five years since my departure, and it felt like a decade. My parents' birthplace is where they built a nest. Due to unfortunate circumstances, my dad has to move us by burying his younger daughter and by taking his wife to the death bed. Our childhood days turned into a nightmare full of tragedy. A happy family was pushed into a series of misfortunes.
I got justice for everything, but still, I was not satisfied. For what they had done to us, what I had done was fucking nothing. They had to go much more, but only if my dad didn't stop me and make me leave this country. Whatever I have to let go of, I will try my best.
I was making my way to the main branch of the city. News of my arrival was all over the media, and as my car was parked in front of the company, I was surrounded. My bodyguards were successful in taking me inside.
I was warmly received by everyone. I greeted a few top-level executives, and I was escorted to my cabin. I started observing my cabin, which was okay but not up to par. After a brief introduction with the managers, I was finally alone. I started enjoying the view. Over the period, the city has developed a lot, and I was surprised.
When I was enjoying the view, Thomas, my father figure and now my secretary, entered the cabin and joined me. "It has developed so much," "It's been five years; of course, it's inevitable." "So, how is everything?" "If you are enquiring about the company, you know very well. If you are curious about the other matters, just leave them as they are; they don't concern you anymore." That only made my blood boil. How the heck doesn't it concern me anymore? My family was the victim. "There's nothing wrong, right? It's been five years; curious is such a lame word, trust me. What happened after I left Thomas?"
In silence, Thomas was weighing his words before speaking, clearing his throat. "Your dad's strict instructions are not for you to get involved. Damages are done. They are going through the same thing. Let's stop. It doesn't concern us anymore. Josh, you know your dad; if he gets a clue, you will be deported the next second, trust me. Let the things be as they are." "I don't have any information about the aftereffects of my actions. Don't I have any right to know?" "No, you came to get revenge, and you got that. You wanted justice for everything, and you were successful. Your concern should be developing this branch, nothing else. Are we clear?" Thomas was facing me; he was going to be satisfied by my yes. For his and my dad's sake, anything. "Yes, we are." "Good, don't make me worry. If I smell anything, then I won't waste any second in informing your dad", "Ok, ok, old man, don't threaten me. I will follow my dad's order." "Good for both of us. I will take my leave. Have a good day; if you need anything, call me.".
Thomas exited the cabin. Seriously, I will let go of things as I left them. I should be eligible to enjoy the after-effects of my actions. I may try to let go after that, no bloody promises.