Chapter 2

I took a deep breath as I stared at myself in the mirror.

My arms were red now. I didn’t even know when it turned like that, all I wanted was to take his hand off me.

I cleaned my face and applied my makeup.

I look better now and no one will know I turned a mess minutes ago. Taking a final look, I head to the elevator.

The sound of my phone ringing drew me to my purse, and I took out my phone to see Gina's name on it.

“Hi Gina,”

“How was the date? I sent you a text earlier.”

I looked at the phone to confirm the message. She must have been worried, seeing that I didn’t reply.

“Sorry, I couldn’t reply, I was in the bathroom.”

“You sure you are good? Why do I feel it didn’t go well?”

“You think too much, Gina,” I entered the elevator, hoping no one would join me.

“ Ask Raya to send a gift to Mr Johnson, if better send it to his mom.”

“He didn’t do anything to you, right?”

“What can he do?” I laughed, and the line went silent. “Just a little disrespectful, so send him a gift that would allow him never to show up in front of my grandfather from now on.”

“Alright.......”

The line grew silent again. “Do you have something else to say? I'm going into my car.”

“Today is the tenth, will you visit your mom? It's fine if you don't want to since you had a busy day. I will drop a message to them.” She concluded.

I stopped and checked my phone. It was indeed the tenth.

“I will go. I'm not so tired from work, so inform them of my arrival.” I stepped inside the packing space.

“You know, you don't have to, I could ju....”

“Come on now, Gina, stop being such a mother.”

I stopped.

A figure leaned her back against my car and I wondered if she was a reporter as she fixed her gaze on her phone. Johnson won't have linked my location to the press so soon, right?

“We´ll talk later, Gina, I'm about to drive.”

“Alright, love you.” The call ended, and I smiled at her cheesy words as I walked further to the car.

“We are going for a second date, of course. He left to get his wallet.”

“Oh,” I sighed. Thankfully it wasn’t a reporter.

I stopped in front of the lady, hoping she had taken it as a clue to leave, but she only glanced at me, then went back to her phone.

My brows creased.

“Please step aside, you are leaning on my car.”

“Oh,” She looked at the car, then back to me. “I didn’t know it was yours.” She said, but instead of leaving, she leaned on it further.

“If you aren’t busy, can you please wait for a few minutes? I'm waiting for my boyfriend, and I'm really tired,”

She wasn’t serious right? There were so many cars around us that she could easily rest on but yet she wouldn’t just move.

I closed my eyes. I shouldn’t get mad over this.

“I'm busy, so please move out of the way.” My voice was stern, enough to make anyone comply. But she looked at me like my words didn’t get to her and turned to her phone.

I should laugh.

The day was bad enough having a blind date but now I've gotten involved with a crazy human. A crazy human from a wealthy family.

I scanned through her clothes. Though we looked the same age, she was obviously spoiled.

“This isn't appropriate, and if you don't leave now, I'm going to call security on you.”

She glared at me as she stepped away from the car to face me. I was in disbelief.

“Who do you think you are to call security on me!” She suddenly yelled.

I flinched, but that was enough to make me think otherwise. I moved to her and yanked her away from my car.

She screamed as she fell on the floor, her dramatic actions irritating me. I checked the car, hoping no damage was done.

“Do you think you can get away from this?” She yelled, her voice high-pitched.

I clearly don't care about who she was, but she won't understand that.

“Do you know who my boyfriend is?” She yelled again, this time in tears.

Now looking at her, she looked pitiful as she sat on the floor. I shouldn’t be concerned but I wondered if she had hurt herself.

“I don't care who your boyfriend is, but call him to come pick you up instead of whining.”

I opened the car, wanting to leave.

“Olivia?”

The voice.

I stopped.

The voice sounded too familiar, a voice rooted in my brain. It couldn’t be what I was thinking, as there was no way for me to meet him here.

But as I turned, my breath shortened.

Arthur stood before me, his tall, chiseled frame imposing yet elegant in a tailored suit, the top two buttons of his crisp white shirt undone. Two strands of his hair were left to fall on his left eye.

He locked eyes with mine, and shivers went down my spine.

My brain screamed for me to move, to get away from the heat that started to burn, but my foot wouldn´t move.

“Arthur, what do you think of this?”

“Anything you want princess.”

“We should have a combined company later, when we are older. We’ll be powerful.”

Sounds of his voice, chuckling with my younger voice filled my head as memories flashed in my head.

Pain jolted to my brain. I needed to leave, I needed to get away from him.

But why couldn’t I move?

His mouth moved, but I couldn’t hear anything. The world seemed to go silent, and I was alone in the parking lot.

“Arthur!”

His voice rang and I shook my head at the loud call of his name. It felt like I was brought out of the water.

Everywhere turned visible and the girl stood up and ran to Arthur.

It was all real, and I wasn’t dreaming.

I turned to my car, and entered and without looking back, I drove off.

I couldn’t bear to be there anymore. I needed to be far away from everything.

But I should have known better. I should have known better not to be in a confined space. For I felt trapped as I drove around the busy road, my thoughts a jumbled mess. My throat felt tight, too tight, my heart clenching.

All of a sudden, the car was drawing air out of me. I felt suffocated and scared as everything was turning blurry.

I needed to stop and breathe.

With a large inhale, I took a huge turn to the roadside and rushed out of the cage.