◔ Ryan ◔
I was literally so furious with her antics. I don't know how to explain her the reason
I don't know how to explain my worries to her. The more I try to explain to her, the stronger I feel like I am incapable of explaining anything to anyone. My self-confidence began to fall with my every attempt.
Anything could have happened if Amanda hadn't informed me on time.
Even though I don't prefer Amanda personally but this habit of her always backed me to track whenever Maze is in any kind of trouble. I should treat her with dinner, though her motive wasn't innocent at all, yet it did assist me out.
I just wanted to break those hands around his waist. But She would be displeased if I dare to do that. I wanted to be mad with her but she was already upset so I didn't want to exaggerate things and let it go over a savory treat. She loves to eat more whenever she is disturbed by anything.
Gosh, she can eat non-stop. So the dinner plan was really a good move by me to tackle the situation.
She is beautiful to ignore for anyone yet was never arrogant over her beauty. She never likes to display her charm wearing short body-hugging dresses. She just has one flaw and that was she is way too short-tempered and strong-head. At times she can really be over adamant that piss me off yet I can't stay angry with her for long. What to do she is such types of person on whom none can stay mad for long. And the rate of her unintentionally destroying anything was just hectic. And the bizarre item she cooks or I should say she invent can really kill people.
Even after all this imperfection, to me, she was perfect in every aspect.
While thinking about all these silly things actually about my past daring experiences, we reached her home soon.
I got out of the driving seat. Moving to her side, I unfastened her seat belt, picked her in a bridal style, and moved towards her house. But I had to stop and stood in front of her door as I was busy thinking about how to unlock the door when my both hand were busy holding her. So, I decided to wake her up.
"Maze !! Wake up...Maze" I with a gentle and careful approach tried to wake her up. Actually, I want her to stay in my arm, like this, sleeping peacefully, forever.
I got alerted, as her body responded slightly. Her long eyelash quivered a few times.
She slowly opens her eyes with an annoyed frown on her face.
Her earthy brown eyes made my heart beating faster than ever.
My breath hitched in my throat as I couldn't stand it longer.
She rubbed her eyes trying to remove the sleepiness from them. The moment her beautiful dark brown eyes met mine, her eyes snapped open. She looked perplexed and confusion bloomed in them.
She tried to recognize the situation she was in and soon her face flushed red with shame and anger realizing herself in my lap.
I love her flushed red face. I know she doesn't like this kind of behavior. But what can I do, I just can't stop myself from coming close to her. Her mere presence is enough to sweep me off the ground.
I know for her I am just a friend But for me, she is my world, a beautiful dream, bitter yet sweet torture of love.
I prepared myself for her outburst. And I know she isn't going to spare me this time.
She creased her brows darkening her face, "Why do you just keep doing this? You know how much I hate this kind of stuff"
"I...Just...Um....." I stuttered being unable to deliver a proper speech. Finally, I gave up, lowering my gaze just chose to apologize, I'm sorry"
She hissed, I could feel her anger through her clenched jaw, "Don't ever come to show me your face"
With that, she flounced out of my lap and hurriedly moved inside unlocking her door. I stayed there dumbfoundedly. I know sometimes being silent is better than exaggerating. And I really was at fault for touching her without her approval. And for this blunder...I can only blame my inner desire.
As I was about to leave I noticed something, that silly girl left the key in her door-lock out of rage. I walked towards the door, took the key and shove it in my pocket. She is really ...I don't have any word for now to explain...
She was still fuming. Her sullen face snapped my every attempt to console her.
I apologized to her again and again, finally, she calmed down a bit.
I know she can't stay annoyed with anyone for long. It kept bothering her from inside until she fixed her reason for irritation.
"Don't be happy. I haven't forgiven you for what you just did" She said mocking me.
It doesn't matter as I know she will let it go soon.
If I hadn't known her better then I would think that she really wanted me to leave. But I know her thoroughly from inside out. She could only lash all her anger, her frustration at only just one person...And that's me. I am happy to possess that part in her life.
We watched Harry Potter together. She loves it especially the character Harry potter. A few years back she even used potter like round glasses out of her fancy over Harry Potter.
At that time she really looked like a dumb nerdy kid, but I always had to lie saying "She is looking beautiful" As I didn't want to die at this age.
She is the whimsical character that can't stay steady not even for a moment.
Gradually she fell asleep while watching the Tv. I was sleepy too.
But I couldn't restrain myself when my eyes fall on her, she is the only person who can make my heart flutter this way. I tried hard but finally gave in to my desire and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
I wanted to kiss those pink plumpy lips but it'll make her aware of my actions.
So I just keep repress myself from doing anything stupid like this. I wish she could understand my feelings without even expressing them.
I just don't wanna lose my only family stating my stupid feelings to her. And I know she would never love me back the way I do.
But this wasn't the only reason I was keeping her away from mine. Would she love me back if she knew who I was for real?! Would she accept me and my reality? Would she be angry with me for hiding my truth from her? Would she forgive me?
Should I tell her? Or should I keep her in dark?
These wild thoughts of mine drove me crazy sometimes, but I do control myself every time just because of her. I don't want to force her to share the same black shadow that I do.
But only if I can I would have shown her what was she for me !!
Life was too unfair, why can't I proceed her with my feelings even after loving her more than anything in this world.
A cringing pain took over my soul making me hard to breathe.
I let out a deep sigh allowing my body muscles to relax a bit and trap my useless thoughts in a deep dark room letting them rot there.
The black shadow of my life should never touch her.
I wish I could be jealous over her, break someone's hand or face for touching her, hold her in my arm, caress her hair, kiss her forehead with legit rights.
I wish...." Stop Ryan !! Stop right here. Don't even think of beginning something that you can't take responsibility for.
It's better than not to do anything rather than leaving it in halfway" The voice inside my head dragged me out of my "Long list of wishes" and discarded me with a hard slap of reality on my face.
I am happy at least my wishes know where should it stop.
I moved far away from her as I don't know whether I can control my unbridled tide of wishes if I stay this close to her. Something is better to be cherished from afar than touching or stepping close to it.
Maze got up in the morning with the usual irritation and screeching sound of her alarm clock repeating*Today is Sunday*. It was enough to give her a temporary headache every morning. but she had to bear with it, after all, it was a life-saver for a sleepyhead like her. She left her bed and freshened up quickly and got ready in her plain white jogger pant and yellow hoodie. Then she climbed down the stairs heading towards the kitchen, aiming to prepare something to end the growling of her empty stomach. But as she stepped downstairs and entered the living room close to the kitchen, her nostrils filled with a palatable aroma that made her mouth watery.
After finishing eating, Maze and Ryan commenced moving out of the shopping mall. But suddenly a weeping girl attracted Maze's attention and without informing Ryan she marched towards the girl. A man was pulling her hand and trying to take her somewhere which didn't seem right to Maze. without any second thought, she hastened her speed and grabbed the other hand of that little girl. The man that was dragging the little girl's hand seemed pissed by Maze's sudden action and out of fret, he pushed Maze to the ground. He hurriedly picked up the little girl and started to run. This movement deepened her suspicion over that man. She too started to run after that man. People were staring at them curiously instead of helping them out. ★ ......................................... ★ Ryan suddenly noticed Maze was not beside him anymore. "Shit ! I should've kept eyes on her" While murmuring cursing himself, he noticed the com
Soon the moment came and Ryan left for his home. Maze felt lonely and monotonous of course.She tried to do some work but couldn't concentrate on anything. After all, Ryan was a very important part of her life, with his departure, it seemed like that part went vacant. She got scolded by Fred a few times for being distracted in her work. She even spilled hot coffee on some customers, broke a flower vase, unintentionally damped a box of pastries. Life couldn't be more distressful than this. At her workplace, Jesha was the only girl with whom she felt not being judged. She understood her better after Ryan. She knew the reason behind these silly acts of Maze. She tried to comfort her but all went in vain. Maze was still cleaning the mess that she created in her workplace. She dropped a bucket of sugar on the floor by mistake and as a penalty, Fred cut half of her paycheck. Jesha walked to her side and crouched down to help her in cleaning. She
Maze with hesitating step, approached the door and hold the shiny aluminum knob before giving it a light twist evoking God's name in her mind. She was quite disappointed as well as relieved since no one was there on the doorstep. She let out the breath stuck in her chest and turned to close the door. But then an unwanted scream left her mouth as something fell on her feet with a loud thud out of nowhere. She closed her eyes with her both palms fisted near her chest in fear waiting to face her possible upcoming doom. She peeked through the corner of her eyes as nothing unexpected happened. She blinked her eyes to proceed with what was happening.A man in full casual wear was laid flat on his chest at her doorstep. She carefully looked around in search of something unusual. She shoved the thought away and then crouched down beside him and hesitantly stretched her hand to turn the man and see his face. His grey suit seemed familiar to her. As she faced th
The next morning Maze woke up a bit late feeling something heavy pressed against her chest making her unable to breathe. She tried to roll on her bed but couldn't as the heavyweight was pinning her in her place. She rubbed her eyes trying to desist the last traces of sleep away from her eyes. While trying to strengthen her sore body she stretched her hand to examine what was on her and her fingers came in contact with something smooth silky as feathers. She grabbed a handful of the soft thing her hand found and pulled it trying to throw it away. But all she got was a painful groan vibrating through her chest, "Ummrggghh" Hearing the groan her eyes snap opened and came in contact with the muscular
‘Should I trust him?! Should I welcome the trouble or should I just protest? It's not that he's gonna value my resolution. So, despite being reluctant, I think I should give it a try since I have no other option except for this.' Maze pinched her lower lips while pondering in her head. “Ummmm... The thing... You just..." Maze stuttered failing miserably to voice her question. His cold gaze was giving her really hard time to even breathe on let alone talk. Mustering up the left crumbled courage in her, she gripped the arm of the chair as her last straw," The thing you just said about leaving after…um…recovery, Should I believe in you?” She suspiciously looked at him trying to extract his expression from his blank face. Imogen sighed and looked at her, “I don’t lie Tinker bell, I find it futile…Though I hate to repeat my word.But let me restate once again for you," He shifted and straightened his back while assuring her through his oceany blue eyes," I would leave as soon as I recover
Maze changed into a cleaning suit and prepared to clean her house. She felt a slap of humiliation by the thought that it was already a year since she last cleaned her own house. She sighed heavily. Even before starting she commenced to feel exhausted. She picked up a mopper and began to sweep the floor very slowly like an old woman. Imogen was interestingly following her every move wondering about'how can a young and enthusiastic girl like her be this lazy'. He couldn't stop himself from gawking at her. Somehow she finished sweeping the floor and brought a bucket filled with water and
◒ Imogen ◒ I am Imogen Mcmaster. The would-be 24 years old master of the Italian mafia. But I am already performing my powers. I believe it's my right and none can snatch this away from me. This was my first time staying out of my territory. Though I forcefully entered into her life, from the first moment I laid my eyes on her, there was something special that was pulling me towards her. My fascination could be fatal to her. It's not she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I have seen more beautiful women than her who did not hesitate to sell their bodies in exchange for my inherent money.