Chapter 2: Wad of Cash

I didn’t really understand but the emotions the kiss was making me feel was fucking with my head.

His other hand roamed over my body, each place that he touched lighting me up in a fire that was rapidly making my breath uneven and my knees weak. A need started rising in my stomach and I didn’t understand if I should push him away or continue letting him get his way with me.

I tried understanding what was happening but all I knew was that I was happy even as I felt him slowly release my lips and kiss my cheeks. I watched as he said something but his words didn’t reach my ear and the sound of a beep message from my phone snapped me out of my trance.

Wait, was that a vision?

But how?

My breath had been labored and I could feel the man’s eyes on me but I couldn’t turn to look at him. Not yet, I was afraid that the need that I felt for him in me of the feeling that my vision was making me crave would make me act on it.

I therefore looked down at my pointy toed red heels wondering if this emotionless looking, rude guy would ever be capable of showing a single smile on his face much less make out with me?

This was the first time that I had ever seen another person in my vision except for Lisa. Not to forget that this person had been a stranger to me that I had never seen before but I was in fucking bliss to have encountered what I did.

A blush rose up to my cheeks before I could stop it and my heart that had been faltering before sped at the possibility that this handsome man could be my future lover for him to hold me and touch me like that I had just seen.

The thought made me giddy and daring a peek at him from the corner of my eyes again I saw him languidly and in a bored manner stood with his hands in his pocket as if tired from the existence of the world itself.

I am sure he caught me staring at him many times because a slight downward curve of his lips and an audible click of his tongue had made me realize that my staring had been excessive, making me take my eyes away from him again.

What was this feeling?

Why do I feel so attracted to this man?

I knew the answer to it was because of that heated kiss that I had just seen, felt and how much I wished, shamefully inside me, to be able to feel that in reality instead.

The loud ding of the elevator opening made me aware that we had already reached the parking lot instead of the ground floor which I had wished to exit at but thinking it to be my last chance to make some type of conversation with him I was about to speak out when he immediately left the elevator, striding away from me.

Following him out ready to call out to him I noticed a man dressed in complete black clothes come rushing towards him and the next thing that happened made me stop in my tracks.

The ringing of the gunshot made me aware of the reality that I was witnessing as the blood that splattered in the dimly lit parking lot leaked out from the wound where the handsome stranger had shot him.

Holy fuck!

The scene scared me and realizing that the person I was dealing with was no ordinary man I felt my knees weaken and almost give out but holding myself together I continued to watch him for a little bit. He didn’t do anything for a few seconds as he stood there with his gun watching the man’s dead body after which he turned around and fixed his grey eyes on me.

“If you don’t want a similar fate then I suggest you leave this instant, miss,” he warned, a threatening note in his husky and controlled voice as if he had been trying to calm himself down from letting out the currents of anger that had been coursing through him.

I didn’t know what to expect or what to say but the short fantasy that I had about having a beautiful future with this man disappeared in an instant and gulping I nodded.

Realizing that I had agreed with him he brought his gun up in front of him in a gesture to show the gleaming metal to me, “It would be best if you forget about everything that you saw today and keep your distance from me, the result of not obeying my instructions would result in a short life for you too.”

In this light and atmosphere the previous charm that he had held in my eyes seemed to vanish and nodding my head at him, barely being able to reply back, I somehow managed to croak out a rough ‘yes’ to which he nodded and left to one of the cars that seemingly had been waiting for him to get in.

He didn’t take a second glance back at the man or at me as he went away and wobbling to the elevator I carefully made it inside and as soon as the doors closed I felt myself sink to the floor as fear washed over me.

What kind of a future was I heading to?  

***

“Are you sure you are alright?” Lisa asked me as she shook me once to force me to break out of my memories and stare at her scrunched up eyebrows.

“Yes, I am perfectly fine, you don’t need to worry about me,” I said smiling at her to hopefully rid her from her constant worries, “Just go and make some money and when you come back lets watch a movie today.”

She didn’t seem very convinced yet but since she was getting late for her work she waved a hand at me and left to work at once. Now that she was out of my sight I let my shoulders sag and wondering what to do with my emotions, I bundled myself up into a ball on the Sofa again.

Flashes of yesterday had kept me awake all night and now in the morning I had been feeling drowsy from the unspent sentiments. I wanted to sleep but each time that I closed my eyes his handsome face void of any emotions and the rich drops of blood painting the grey floors of the parking lot would immediately display in front of my eyes as if warning me from even thinking about that man again.

But what do I do? I can’t stop thinking about him and especially that kiss…

It had been eight in the morning now and in another half an hour I needed to be at the bakery to take my shift but looking like this I am sure Maurice, the owner of the bakery, a sweet lady who baked the most delicious sweets would send me right back home to rest. I didn’t want to inconvenience her and so deciding to distract myself first I switched on my phone and scrolled through the internet when something caught my sight, a headline in particular.

“Is this Justice or Crime? A rapist murdered in the parking lot.”

Opening the tab I looked at the picture just below the headline and I am insanely surprised to find that it is the same man who was shot yesterday in front of my eyes. Reading a bit further I soon realize that the dead man had been a repeated sex offender and had been on the run from the police. The news of his murder, although a crime, is happily welcomed by the victims, their families and almost the whole of America.

“So does that mean that you are actually a good man?” I mumbled thinking back to the strangely addicting voice of the man who had shot him yesterday. Could it be that he knew all this and therefore had deliberately shot him to do the work that police had failed to do?

Somehow that seemed like a more probable answer to me and I felt my chest feel lighter at the revelation. He was a good man; he had to be if I am to fall in love with him in future.

Chuckling at my train of thoughts, feeling the world to be a brighter and happier place to live in, I moved to get ready. Getting myself presentable in a few minutes I quickly walked the small distance that I need to cover to reach the bakery when suddenly I feel eyes on me.

Turning the corner I am about to push myself at a greater speed when I smacked against something and felt pain violate all through my body from the tip of my nose. Moving away at once I look up at two tall men standing in front of me. Their towering figures are slightly scary to look at but I have a feeling that they wouldn’t hurt me and taking a chance I look back to find no one had been following me.

What was that about?

“Excuse me miss, are you Silia Morgan?” One of the two tall men in fitted black suits asked me as he assessed my features and with a skeptical eye I decided to evade the direct question as I asked instead, “Why do you need her?”

“Please ma’am we need to know if you are her or not,” The other one said, his voice more gruff than the previous one and feeling a sudden chill run through me I kept my attitude in check and nodding I agreed to his previous question.

“Good, if that is the case then here, this is a small token of appreciation sent from our boss for keeping quiet and to help you forget about what happened yesterday,” The man said making me take the envelope from him in confusion as I thought back to what they might have been talking about.

What greeted me inside the envelope made my throat dry and feeling it to be a sin to be holding such a thick wad of cash that didn’t belong to me I asked, “Did that snow haired man send you here?”

I didn’t need to ask to know that it had been a result of yesterday but I still felt a little sad and disappointed. I don’t know what and why I was hoping something from him when he wasn’t bound to do anything and yet it hurt.

They didn’t agree to my words right away but then the softer one of the two said, “Our Boss only instructed us to send this to you, we will take our leave then.”

Realizing that they weren’t going to answer any of my questions I immediately thrust the cash back at him and said, “If your boss wants to give something to me or wishes to talk to me about something then tell him to come and meet me himself.”

They looked conflicted at my words as they shook their head and said, “That’s not possible miss, our boss is a very busy man.”

Feeling a bit saddened by this fact I looked away from them and noticed a nice looking black car stood on the side of the road. I wasn’t well acquainted with luxurious cars but I knew when I saw one and this was definitely one of them.

I felt my head become light making me close my eyes, a vision flashed through my mind. I saw myself seated inside that same car and getting down in front of a tall unfamiliar building with a visible smile on my face, I watched as I was bid a good day by the driver of the car dressed in a similar black suit as these men and a sense of belonging with gratitude was swimming in my eyes.

I had barely ever seen myself this radiant.

“If he is that busy a man then I can go to meet him instead, will that work?” I asked once I got back from my vision. If there had been any truth in my vision then I needed to grab this opportunity and use it to the best.

The gruff man gave a nod to his partner who sighed and moving away from me talked on the phone for a short few seconds and then came back, hopefully bearing good news.

“Alright, you can come with us,” the man informed me with a slight bow and the gruff man rounded the car to drive while the gentle one opened the back door for me to settle in. I felt myself hesitate for a slight second and then steeling my nerves I reminded myself to trust in myself and sat inside the car.

“It is going to be a bit of a ride ma’am, so if you wish then you can get some sleep,” he said from his seat in front of me. I didn’t want to sleep and so moving my gaze towards the window to look out of it I noticed that they had been so heavily tinted that the scenery outside had been many shades darker than the beautiful bright day outside. It disappointed me but the darkness had a weirdly soothing sensation over my body and before I knew it I fell into a slumber dreaming about my meeting with my ice king again.

***

I had seen my fair share of pictures of beautiful and luxurious buildings that looked something out of this world but to be able to walk through one had never once crossed my mind.

Just what kind of a man was he to be working in something this luxurious?

Cursing myself for falling asleep I wanted to hit myself for waking up drowsy, making me inept of reading the name of the company that was written outside the building and by the time I gained my senses I had already been in an elevator being taken straight to my expressionless future lover.

I didn’t know what I was going to say or how he was going to react to my presence but since he had agreed to a meeting with me then it probably meant that his threat yesterday had only been a fake one. Not to forget that the vision I had seen also pointed at the directions that I was going to be happy with him.

I am sure everything would be fine.

The doors to the elevator dinged open and the two men who had guided me all through this way stayed right where they were as they instructed me to walk down the hall and straight to the door at the end of the passage.

While the rest of the building that I had briefly glanced below had been ensnared in beauty and allure this particular hallway looked bereft of any emotions much like the man that was seated on the other side of the door. The pillars were smooth and plain white with the tiles were glazed in a similar color, the starkness of the place was seemingly unnerving and it left it completely to your imagination to guess about the owner to which this floor belonged and about what kind of a person he was.    

I had always believed white to be a peaceful color but it looked chaotic to me today and bundling up my courage having come so far I brought up my hand to knock on the door when suddenly a rattle against it made me jump a few paces back.

A loud groan echoed from the other side making me aware that someone had definitely been thrown against it to have caused that big an effect on those thick wooden double doors.

“I am sorry! I promise I’ll never fail in my job again! Thank you for showing mercy to me Don,” The man shouted, his voice filtering out through the tiny crack that he had created in the door by which he stood and I waited patiently to the side, waiting for him to get out.

Did I come at a wrong time?

The man who had just been speaking pulled open the door more and falling out of it he fell near my feet like a sack of potatoes. The sight made me almost let out a shriek as his bloodied face, unrecognizable of his original state oozed out blood from swollen lumps of blue and black.

Getting to his feet almost immediately he scampered and then groaned as I watched a dagger embedded in his thigh dig further in while he limped away trying his best to not fall back down again.

When he left through the elevator it became quite once more and I couldn’t move my gaze away from the sight of the blood that had now left a sheen of red, tainting the pure white from before. There had been a trail of blood that came out of the office and led all the way to the elevator and a second later I saw the elevator open again as a cleaning crew emptied out of it and started doing their job, without a single change in their expression.

It almost seemed like they had been used to this.

Was I really sure I wanted to meet such a person?