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CHAPTER FOUR.

                                                                 AMANDA JOHNSON. 

The clock already struck twenty minutes past twelve, I put on my black leather boots and grabbed my things from the small locker in the employee's room, I'm exhausted, I'm not in the mood to go to college, and no, it's not because of work. 

It's because of my family, one that has hurt me more than it has loved me. 

I blinked several times until the tears in my eyes disappeared, ones that reminded me how full my heart was of frustration and anger, ones that some cold day or some lonely night, would end up taking my breath away and lead me to that place full of peace that my soul longed for so much.

I left the cafeteria, not wanting to say goodbye to anyone, not wanting Dustin to notice my vulnerability, not wanting Gina to make fun of me, and, most of all, not wanting to worry Hannah. 

As I walked towards the university, my mind began to betray me, bringing up every single moment my family has made me feel fucking miserable, so small and helpless, so alone and without any breath to go on. 

I inhaled and exhaled a couple of times, I know what was coming, it was an anxiety attack, one of those that makes your chest feel like it's going to burst, like the air is so thick it's not able to get through my nostrils. I feel like I'm going to die of an attack. 

 - Are you feeling all right?

That voice, I spun quickly on my heels, I came face to face with the man I see every morning sipping a loaded coffee at the back table, his grayish eyes wandered all over my face, as if he was looking for answers.

-I... yes, what are you doing here?

I was going two streets below the shop, he was supposed to have left about thirty minutes before I left my day, is he following me? Or is it me being paranoid? 

-I don't want to sound rude, but where are you headed? You look pretty exhausted, are you feeling okay? You didn't answer my question. - He said as he grabbed my elbow, "I can give you a ride if you like.

That didn't sound like a preposition, it was more like a command, I perceived it that way by the way he looked at me.

-I don't know you.

-I didn't hurt you if that's what you're thinking.

-That's something someone who's thinking of hurting me would say.

He let out a laugh, and took three steps back, he was so tall that my neck would cramp at any moment, this man had the essence of alpha tattooed in his spirit.

-Amanda, cute and sweet Amanda, do you really believe that things happen by mere coincidence? 

I gulped, what the fuck was he referring to? I ignored him and turned my back to him, and as I was about to continue on my way, he again grabbed my elbow, but, I quickly pulled away. 

-Let go of me! I don't know you and you don't know me, I'm not going with you, I'm exhausted and quite fed up with people, so, go on your way and I'll go on mine. 

-No, it turns out that your way is the same as mine.  

He turned around and got into his car, I was left with a frown, I don't like puns, I don't like having to decipher what other people are saying, it feels like a damn maze where it's hard to escape, I inhaled and exhaled, and continued. 

When I was about to cross, I didn't know about me, everything went black, everything ceased to exist...but what the fuck just happened to me?

AZAEL BLACKWELL.

The plan came out much more hurriedly than I had planned, my anxiety shot from a ten to a thousand, and I couldn't stand the pressure of having her away from my arms, and now that I see her there unconscious on the plane seat, it all seems so damn crazy.

I can't explain in concise words everything I felt for her the first time I saw her, it was as if, we had met before, although, she didn't have a bit of interest in me, and probably won't, but, I know it's a matter of time, I know that very well, by the discreet way she looked at me every time she handed me the orders, by her shy posture and by the blush on her cheeks every time she spoke to me. 

She started to stir, a kind of energy rush ran down my spine, I don't know why, but, the reason why this girl attracts me in an almost crazy, or maybe, completely crazy way. I thought she was going to wake up, but, she continued to sleep, and I thanked the heavens for that, because, I honestly didn't want a mid-flight argument, let alone with her.

I have always been a man who has abysmal self control, I have been with countless women, many to be honest, but, with Amanda Johnson, my level of sanity seems to be non-existent, I feel like a damn teenager, one who, has had his girl's face present day and night, and Amanda, hasn't left my head since the day my eyes landed with hers. 

I don't believe in love at first sight, I think it's a bullshit that people desperate to be loved have created, but, this girl has something that, for some reason I can't define, it's as if, all my damn alarms have revolutionized, and that's something I don't like at all, but, every time I have the slightest contact with her, that side of me that I didn't think I knew, comes to light, that's why, I forbid myself to leave this city behind without her. 

I don't think it's an obsession, I don't know if extreme madness has possessed me and I'm not fully aware of it, but, now she belongs to me, and no one can change that, her beautiful blue eyes, those that have captivated me completely, will only see me, and I don't regret flying to Russia with her, not at all.