Chapter 31

" Hello Love"

That voice. That deep rusty voice that made me cream my panties in the past. I would recognize that voice anywhere, even in my sleep. That voice belongs to one person and one person alone. The one person whom I didn't feel like seeing nor talking to.

I raised my head to seek him out and I found him leaning casually on the doorway of my room. His hands crossed and resting on his chest. His eyes studying my every move like a hawk.

Marcus. That name gave me chills. What the hell was he doing here? In my room. Standing there with a smug look on his face like he owned the place. He might own the place, we never know. I looked away from his piercing gaze.

I reached for my phone sitting on the table to distract myself. I needed to ignore him. It was only by shear luck that I got my phone back. The nurse who received me in the hospital found it while they undressed me and kept it safe for me. I will forever be grateful for that.

When I finally woke up she returned it to me. I expected to buy a new phone because it was rare to have your possessions after an accident. I was among the lucky ones. Feeling his gaze on my back ,I turned to look at him this time, studying him.

Just for a second before I dismissed him entirely as not important. After all that was what he wanted to show me. That I had no importance in his life. Well if I was not important to him then he was not important to me. I was done with this bullshit. I was done letting people like him walk all over me.

" Won't you ask me why am here?" he asked his voice deep and calm.

" And why would I do that?" I asked adjusting myself in the bed in order to have a better view of him.

" Because you are curious"

He moved from the doorway ,locked the door and walked casually towards the bed.

" I really don't care why you are here Marcus"

" Huh And here I thought you would be happy or even overjoyed to see me "

" And as always you thought wrong"

I rolled my eyes and went back to my phone. He doesn't deserve my attention. What was he thinking? That I would be glad that he was here? That I would be glad that he put everything on hold to come here? Tough luck. I didn't give a shit .

No. I was not glad that he was here. Neither was happy.

'you're a little happy don't lie' retorted my subconscious.

I was a tiny bit happy. But that doesn't not change anything between us.

" Zee!" He commanded.

I placed my phone back on the table. Brought my hands on my chest and looked at him.

" What?"

I will not be polite. He was never polite with me .

" How are you feeling?" He asked genuinely.

Some of my anger melted away from his concern. My features softened and I relaxed on the bed. Sighing loudly enough for him to hear.

" I am okay. There is nothing to worry about" I repeated that phrase for the hundredth time today.

" What do you mean by there is nothing to worry about?" His tone harsher than it was supposed to be.

" Because I am okay"

" You were in a fucking accident for goodness sake. There was plenty to worry about"

He snapped. His chest heaving while took deep breathes . What was wrong with him?

" It is not like you care"

I spat the words before I could think properly and formulate a better sentence. His hand ran through his hair as he paced in my room.

" I do care" he whispered so quietly that I almost missed it.

" Your actions say otherwise. And from my experience actions speak louder than words"

I was not backing down. I was not going to let him silence me. I was going to fight for myself .I needed to get all this out before I exploded.

" All you needed to do was apologize"

" Apologize for what?"

I stilled, straightening my back. Clenching my fingers to fists.

" Oh I don't know for kissing my brother" he fixed me with his gaze, watching and waiting.

" Not this accusation again. How silly are you? "

" If you apologize we will put this nasty incident behind us. All you need to do is apologize"

Did he just give me an ultimatum? Me? Does this guy know anything about me?

" No!"

"Zee think about this"

My hands are clenched so hard that my nails are digging into my palm. If I didn't stop I would start bleeding.

" No!"

"Zee...."

I raised to my hand to indicate for him to stop talking. My breathing was growing labored. I was angry and fed up with him. I channeled all my anger towards him.

" It is my turn to speak. You accused me of kissing you brother, with no intention whatsoever to let me explain. You left me alone in Masai Mara humiliated. You didn't even have the balls to tell me that you left"

"I-I"

" Don't fucking I-I me. I am not done. You had your chance to speak now it's mine. " I challenged him.

At least he was thinking straight because he kept quiet.

" The worst part was when I told you I loved you. You insulted me for feeling something for you. I have no control over who I love and unfortunately my damn ass heart chose you. Not that you deserved it. What happened to you? What made you this way?"

" Because I know it was a form of manipulation" he retorted.

" Why the fuck would I want manipulate you?"

He was shocked by tone. He has never heard me speak like that. This was what he needed to see, me ,clearly as Zawadi.

" How about for my money"

" Marcus , don't you have anything else to offer other than your money? If money is all you have to offer, I am utterly disappointed"

" Zee money makes the world go round"

" It makes YOUR world go round ,not mine"

Sadness took over me. Money was such a fleeting thing ,like the wind. One day you have it the next day you don't. When I looked at Marcus I saw more than his money. I saw him. I saw his love ,passion ,desires, hopes and dreams . I don't see his money, I never see his money.

It saddens me that money was all he allowed himself to see. Money was all he allowed himself to give. He was using money as a crutch.

" Are you going to apologize or not!"

He thought I would apologize. Me? He had another thing coming.

" Get out!"

" Say that again" his voice was low but laced with warning.

" I said get out!"

" Even after I offered to get back together with you if you apologized."

" Especially that. Get out!"

" Your making a big mistake Zee"

" The biggest mistake I made was falling for you"

"Z-ze..."

" I said, GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" I screamed.

My scream caught the attention of some nurses nearby. They rushed to my room to see what was happening.

My breathing got labored and my eyes filled with tears. My vision blurred as I tried looking around for something to hold on to. The more I tried to slow my breathing the tighter my chest felt. The machine taking my BP started beeping loudly as a warning.

My eyes blurred from the tears threatening to fall. The nurses noticed my hysteria and one of the led him out of my room. I fell back on the bed and laid on my back. He had to leave. I needed him to leave.