CHAPTER 63

CHAPTER 63

As the lift gets higher, the atmosphere became heavier. We're not speaking and that what makes this lift feels different. We're not looking at each other or at the very least, I'm not, I don't know if he's glancing at me but I don't. When the elevator dings, indicating that we are in his penthouse, I know something will come up.

As soon as we got out of the elevator, he pushed me on his hallway wall with care. He pushed me while his hands are at my back so that it won't hurt when my back landed on the wall.

He looked at me in the eyes, our nose touches while our lips are inch apart from kissing.

Talking about: I will be addicted to this

"I don't know what's happening to me." He said, whispering every word.

"Neither am I." I replied, looking in his eyes.

I thought when he pinned me on the wall, he would kiss me like a crave man. I was wrong.

He caresses my cheeks and in an instant, I know that it turns into crimson red. "That's more I like it." He whispered. He's talking about my blush. Closing my eyes, I sighed heavily. I felt his touch more on my face.

Don't stop.

The next thing I felt is his hands slowly touching my waist. It felt so good. Still, not kissing me but I bet my life he's looking at me. Then he grab me by my waist, making my back arched. I swallowed. Feeling a little bit thirsty that even made me breathe heavily, again.

"I can't take it anymore." That's the only thing he said before crashing his lips into mine.

His lips are soft yet so firm. The only thing I can do is to move with him. According to his rhythm. Right hand on my waist while his left is traveling on my nape through my head.

It felt like his kiss is so romantic. The way his lips move is like a flash of wave on a beach. Slow but when it impacts on you, it’s strong.

I don't know how long it was until he started to part his lips. This time I opened my eyes.

His eyes are flaming with desire. I think mine too.

"You're so sweet." He said, resting his head on my head. The only thing I replied is my smile.

"But I have a good idea." He said, while were walking to his kitchen.

"Yeah?" I said.

He smiled. "You could just go to my office and read a good book while I cook." He said. "I don't want you in the kitchen. That would make my pasta burn." He added.

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"That's because if you're in the kitchen it’s either of I'll just watch you do whatever you're doing or I'll kiss you again." He said, making me blush. "You're blushing, I like it." He added.

I think I'll go to the kitchen?
What do you think?

"Aahh.. About that." I said. "Where's your office?" I added, making him chuckle.

"That's what I thought." He said. "I'll drop you on my office, then." He said. Nodding at me, indicating that we start walking.

At the corner of his penthouse, he unlocks the door, revealing a very attracting office. The color shouts expensiveness. It’s simple but yet it shows how great the architect is, as well as the designer.

The color is so soothing. It will make you want to sit on the sofa near the table.

"It’s beautiful." The only thing I said.

"Thank you." He replied.

Then like a magnet, the window took me. I mean not literally took me because that would be scary. The view is really something. All of this penthouse's view is astonishing.

The gray curtains at each side are from the ceiling down the floor. I didn't hear Emerson say something but I heard that the door is being closed. When I look at it, Emerson is nowhere to be seen. Blame it on the view.
I can see the lights of the buildings, the busy street of New York and the stars that now can be seen.

When I look around his room, I saw his book shelves and in an instant I get one of it and from the looks of it, he still doesn't read it because it’s still sealed. It’s the selection book. I chuckled. It’s a woman's book. Then I decided to read a few chapters of it. Try to sit on his chair.
And I did. His table has a small chandelier making way of light to his mahogany table. His executive chair is so soft and big. I can lean my head on it. I put down first the book on the folder on the table so I could feel his chair.

I was right.
It’s so soft.
Gosh I might have a nap on it.

In order to avoid the sleepiness I'm starting to feel, I sit up straight and get the book so I can read it.

But while I'm trying to unseal the book, my eyes landed on the folder where I put down the book. It’s blue. The same blue folder Jean has been carrying.

Maybe it’s just a coincidence? But I felt like something isn't right.
Go look at it. I can't. It’s not mine. I don't like to invade someone's privacy.
What if he's also investigating Jean from the time you said it to him. Yeah so that it would be easier for me to analyze things. Maybe he's trying to help me, so I shrug it off and lean back to the chair.

While I'm reading the first paragraph of the book, my eyes glance again on the folder and my shitty of curiousness appear.

"Ugh!" I reacted to myself. I'm really having a hard time whether I'll open it or not.

"Just a glance" I whispered to myself.

Closing my eyes, praying that he won't see me looking at it. When I slowly opened the folder, my heart starts to pump so hard.

"What the f*ck!" I said.

When I opened the folder, I saw pictures.
Yes, pictures.
Pictures of me. As in a lot of it.

The picture contains of me in the coffee shop, jogging, going inside of Jems, some of it is a close up shot and I was crying. Why in the world he has pictures of me? Then one picture of me caught my attention. It’s on the hospital, drinking coffee, I was beside JC. I feel so violated. Almost every event in my life was there. Even when I was in the club and talking with Celine, Tony, Venus and even Martha.

I put down the pictures and sat on the chair. Why?
I look into thin air and again, a paper caught my attention.
It’s mine.

My name, address, age, birthday, occupation, education, parents. Everything.

He background checked me.

That's why he knows my address. The paper even indicated my past boyfriends.

When I turn the paper, I was so shocked by the facts I'm seeing. It has a phone number and below it, it says signature forger.

I closed my eyes, wanting to release the cry I wanted. But I did not.
I tried to collect myself and think of what should I do. Anger strikes and I collect the pictures and the folder.

I left his office.

When I was walking to go to his kitchen, I was thinking of things to say but I can't. I don't want to. I feel violated and.. And.. Betrayed. It’s the least I thought he could do.

When I reached his kitchen stool, he smiled at me.

"You missed me that much?" He said, smiling.

When I didn't say any word, he tilted his head, waiting for me with smile on his face. Why it has to be so hard.

Why when I’m already falling in love? Why it has to be on this day? When while ago we're so happy?

I didn't say a word, all I did was to put the blue folder on the stool and walk away. I didn't hear him say anything.

I walk to the couch to get my bag and push the elevator door.

"Love!" I heard him shout.

When the elevator opened, I went inside and pressed close. That's the time when I saw him in front of the elevator the only thing I heard is "I..."

Could it be I love you? Or I'm sorry?