Ciara's Intimidating Presence

The presence of Ciara was becoming intimidating for George, the same as her horrible questions that forced George into a silent mode. 

“I thought you never wanted to marry my son for some reason best known to you? You made your intentions clear to your father. Good for you. 

 I don't think my Son finds you fascinating, either. I saw how the both of you almost came to exchange blows inside my office.

 If it weren't for your father and me, one of you would have been hurt. Suddenly, you want to marry him? Why the sudden change of mind now? Did your father talk you into doing this? Or did you just think about it and feel it was the right choice to make?” George asked Ciara after being mute for a couple of minutes.

 The pressure from Ciara was enough to silence him for eternity. Fortunately for him, he was able to come out of it. 

“Nothing changed, sir George.

Snap out of that illusion because it's not happening. I never admitted to you that I had accepted to get married to him, either. You clearly must have missed the point. Don't you think you should pay more attention and let me speak rather than conclude?” Ciara giggled. She finds the conversation quite fascinating and engaging. 

The same thing can't be said about George who wore a long frown. He was so infuriated and felt like kicking Ciara In the butt. 

“Now you're getting me confused every damn time. Can you get on with it immediately and quit the suspense? To be honest with you, I do not love this game you are playing with me,” George lamented bitterly, like a pathetic widow. He was more than angry at Ciara, yet he tried his best not to yell at her. He was scared that his heart might pull off if he did. 

“Neither am I joking with you. Do you think I enjoy being seated around a man who denied my family the life we deserved? Absolutely not.” Ciara stylishly revisited the past. 

“Now I see where this is headed.

How smart of you to do that. How far do you think you can go with this? Oh, you think you can break me? Quit trying because it's never gonna happen,” George boasted. He also applauded Ciara for the effort.

“I honestly don't know what you are talking about. I am not here to speak about your son. He is not relevant to me. Rather, I am here because of my father, and I would suggest you give me the listening ear as we proceed with the discourse,” Ciara finally hit the nail on the head and saved George the stress of having to guess what's on her mind. 

“Oh, no, here we go again about your father,” George facepalms. 

Ciara might have changed the topic to ease the tension off George, but deep down, George knows his situation just got worse, especially when the discussion has to do with Kelly, Ciara's Father. That was precisely the reason they previously got into a fierce argument. 

“Don't get tired of it yet. I haven't done anything wrong. This is the part where you have to stay calm and relax your nerves. I haven't said anything and you're already panicking. I doubt if you would be able to last the next few minutes with me,” Ciara jokes. 

George didn't say a word. His awkward glance towards Ciara and body movement were enough to pass the message. 

“Enough with the drama. 

What do you want to discuss with your Dad? Get it done quickly and leave my ward. Your presence is disrupting my healing process. I can't even concentrate having you around me,” George freaked out like a ten-year-old. He was done acting nicer towards Ciara. He doesn't mind if his heart gets pulled out in the process.

“I want to know how you two started. This is me asking about your friendship story with my father. Be sure to spill out every damn detail I need to know. One thing, be fluent in your speech delivery and avoid keeping me in suspense.” Like a Boss to her staff, Ciara ordered. . 

She sat comfortably on the chair as though she wanted to see a blockbuster movie at the cinema. It was only a matter of time before she went to grab a bowl of popcorn to enjoy the beautiful story. 

Like seriously? Are you kidding me now? Now I know you are sick in the head. You do realize I am old enough to be your father?"

“This has got nothing to do with you being old enough to be my father. It was just a harmless question. I don't see why you are getting pissed off for no reason,” Ciara argued as she defended herself.

“I thought you wanted to say something important. I can't believe you dragged me into suspense just to say trash. You do expect me to waste my time telling you a story about my past? You must have the guts to pull that stunt on me.” George flared up. 

 "I think you've overstayed your welcome. Now, I want you to leave, or else I will be forced to call the doctor to have you kicked out. Perhaps I should call security to bundle you outside like a piece of trash. How about that?” George threatened Ciara. 

It was supposed to invoke the spirit of fear in Ciara, but unfortunately for George, it turned out to be a wasted effort. Ciara didn't walk away in fear, nor did she stop talking. 

She looked him in the eyes. “You might want to rephrase your utterances because it's obvious you made a mistake. Are you sure you want to call the doctor to kick me out? Because I may not be the only one to be sent outside. My father hasn't shown up with Dexter — yet. What are the odds?” She laughed mischievously and went back to get seated. 

The laughter was enough to send pain to Georgie's already wounded heart as he gnashed his teeth and prepared his fist to attack Ciara.