Mistaking You For Destiny

Lucien kept staring at Ethan, but he didn’t move; he remained at the door. Ethan looked confused. Why isn’t he moving? Why isn’t he fighting the bad guy? Why is he staring at him like that? Different thoughts ran through his head.“Lucien, save me!” Ethan whispered. He still had that hopeful smile on; at least Lucien came, but Lucien’s next words wiped off his smile.“How dare you try to hurt Aiden?” His voice came out cold as he stepped close to Ethan.“Huh? Ai..den?” Ethan raised a brow.“Stop the act; you disgust me. I don’t give a damn what happens to you; I never want to see you again.” Lucien spat and turned to leave.“Lucien, what are you talking about? I didn’t harm anyone; I’m the one in danger. Save me!!” Ethan yelled, but Lucien didn’t turn, nor did he stop; he was getting close to the door.“Lucien!! Why are you acting like there's nothing between us? Why are you throwing everything away? I’m here tied to a chair with people who wouldn’t think twice before slitting my th

Carlos' gaze darkened. “Throw this thing out!” He ordered.The security guards approached Ethan, holding him by both arms. “Let me go!! Check the collection you are about to sign on!!” Ethan kept yelling and throwing his legs in the air.“Arrgghh Carlos!!!” He yelled again; the security guards were almost at the door,” No, no, no”, Ethan panicked. If they got to that door, he had lost his chance; he couldn’t fail in this lifetime too. He racked his brain, “What to do?”A thought ran into his head, and without thinking, he bit the hand of the security guard on the right. He yanked his arm from the second one and ran back towards Carlos.“What the fuck is wrong with you two? Don’t you need your jobs anymore? I told you to get this crazy guy out of my fucking office!” Carlos barked.“Just check the fawking collection, piece number twenty, yes, that’s the one, it’s a fake!” Ethan yelled breathlessly.The man with Carlos's eyes widened. “Who is this guy, and how did he know the exact par

Lucien furrowed his brows in confusion, his eyes turning red with anger within a split second.” What?” His voice almost shook. “The….kitchen…is…that…way…make…use…of…it…” Ethan practically spelled out every word. Lucien was quiet for a minute; Ethan had never talked to him in that tone before- that’s not Ethan. Normally, Ethan would apologize, quickly rush to the kitchen to make him breakfast and do anything it takes to satisfy him, but… this time, Ethan looked rather unbothered than sorry. Maybe he’s just angry; he’s obviously angry about something; he’ll come around. Lucien convinced himself, shrugged, grabbed his suitcase and keys, then walked out, slamming the door hard, almost pulling it off its hinges. Immediately he left, Ethan scoffed, “How pathetic I had been in my past life, following his orders like a dog.” He rolled his eyes with irritation as he kept replaying the way Lucien had requested his food. How stupid he had been in his past life to think Lucien loved him, whe

—THE NEXT DAY— It was already 8:00am when Ethan woke up. He yawned and went into the bathroom to do his morning business. He got out, threw on casual wear and went downstairs. As he took his last step down, he noticed Lucien was still around. He rolled his eyes and was heading to the kitchen when Lucien called,“Not even a good morning?” He said calmly.Ethan was quiet for some seconds before speaking, “Good morning.” He continued his steps, but Lucien stopped him again,“Make me a cup of coffee.” He ordered without looking up.“Ever seen me serving in a coffee shop?” Ethan asked.“What?” Lucien raised a brow.“You’ve got arms and legs for a reason, but if you don’t know any reason, I’ll give you one. Your legs are meant to walk towards the kitchen, and your arms are meant to prepare whatever you want. Do you get it now?” Ethan rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen.After a few minutes, he walked out with a coffee mug in hand. Lucien looked up and smiled,“I

Ethan decided to shop again. He parked his car at the front of a mall, got out and walked into the mall. He was swinging the keys in his index finger happily. He started shopping, smiling ear to ear. He made sure to get a lot of chocolates and ice creams. He barely got clothes; his cart was filled with junk, snacks and fragrances. After about an hour of shopping, he paid, got the bags and walked out. He packed everything into the passenger’s seat, got in and drove off.Instead of going home straight, he decided to stop at the beach; it was 7pm already. He parked his car, took off his shoes and walked on the smooth sand, letting the breeze into his gut. He walked into the water, the waves washing past his feet; everything screamed peace. He could stay here forever. He closed his eyes, inhaling the cool breeze like his life depended on it. After about thirty minutes, he decided to go home. He put his shoes back on, hopped into his car and drove off. Getting home, he found Lucien’s