(Arata)
After finishing work I handed over the data file to Chan. He could take it to the block of ice who had no feelings for anyone, I didn’t care.
Caysir was waiting outside the Sales Departnt ready to escort downstairs.
"We have to go to Mr Karsten’s villa," he apologetically said. I knew he sowhat understood the tension between us.
My heart drowned with the thought of going to live in his house. Until the day before yesterday, I was extrely excited to return to live with him; now, the idea just gave a headache.
"I know," I quietly said and began descending the stairs. Caysir followed silently. He led to Karsten’s car and I knew this was going to be permanently stuck with .
Not because he cared for but because he cared for his fucking pristine reputation.
Awww! Look how caring Mr Karsten is. He has gifted his car to his girlfriend.
Getting in, we silently drove off. I made a stop on the way, I needed the device which checked for hidden caras. The seller showed how it worked. I just had to turn it on and take a swipe, and the screen would beep and point to the caras in a hundred-ter radius, no matter how small or hidden.
Thanking him, I placed it in my bag and returned to the car.
We reached his Villa. It lood like a suffocating prison for , making snatch in a deep breath. I needed to be brave to get through this.
Asbela was waiting for with her usual cheerful smile.
"Welco back! So glad you are here. I was beginning to get lonely again." She pressed my shoulders and took off my coat.
I forced a smile back at her. I wished I could say it felt good to be back, but the place no longer held that aning for , and I was forced to be here.
"Are you hungry? I can serve dinner or will you wait for the Master to return?" She asked as we ascended the stairs.
I had no intention of facing him anymore for the day. One encounter was enough so I calmly told her and hoped she wouldn’t get suspicious.
"Actually, I have already eaten, and I am rather tired, so I would like to go to bed and not be disturbed."
"Oh! You want to fix you a warm bath?" She cheerfully asked, carrying my coat.
I shook my head. "No, I will just sleep. Thank you."
Opening the door, she went inside with my things and I just stood there for a while, not having the heart to enter the room again.
Taking a few deep breaths, I finally made my way inside and found it exactly the way I had left it. The only thing that had changed was and the way I perceived the owner of this place.
My eyes instinctively searched for any hidden caras he might have installed to spy on . Could he have? I had already bought the device to check for such caras and was determined to do it before sleeping.
Once Asbela had left after arranging my stuff, I shut the door and extracted the small black device with a 5 cm screen. Turning it on, I placed it on the coffee table and waited with an agitated heart.
It beeped once and pointed towards my bag, indicating towards the cara of my cell phone and tablet. I waited so more but it didn’t beep again.
A relief washed over but he could have it removed after I accused him. Or maybe he didn’t have one in here in the first place.
Why was my heart making excuses for him and his shitty behaviour?
I was here to unearth the secrets he carried. To find out if he was involved in what went down between and Andy.
Andy hadn’t contacted , but then I had changed my number, and I was sure he didn’t have my new number.
My mind wandered to Andy’s words again and how genuine he had sounded but my heart was so conflicted. Picking up the device, I placed it back inside my handbag and proceeded to the closet for a change of clothes.
Karsten had already filled it with all kinds of clothes for . In the beginning, I had found his actions endearing, and now it just angered . Selecting one of my own, I opted for the bathroom to change and try to sleep.
The plush mattress was like a bed of thorns making every inch of my body ache. I stayed awake under the soft quilt, the sleep had abated .
The suffocating mories we had spent together in this room were like a twisting vine against my neck.
How was I so naïve?
Or maybe that’s what love did to one. Like they said, love is blind, and in my case, it truly was. Hiding under the quilt, I huddled into myself, my knees touching my aching chest as I wished for so semblance of peace and tried not to cry.
The steady knock on my door had thinking who it could be. Maybe it was Asbela returning to ask if I needed sothing.
Shuffling out of bed, I walked over to the door and threw it open.
Karsten stood there with a hint of annoyance on his forehead and a plate of food. The passive expressions on his face were like still water which produced no ripples.
He still wore his office attire aning he had just returned and hadn’t even changed. His eyes dipped slightly before focusing back on my face.
So why was he here with a plate of food?
"You didn’t eat dinner. No one sleeps hungry under my roof," he spoke like a tyrant, extending the plate towards . His face gave nothing away, just his eyes held these glimrs of emotions which were too foreign for to unravel now.
"I ate, you got the wrong information," I huffed out a reply and tried to close the door but he elegantly placed his boot in the way, halting my action.
My eyes blazed in fury while he calmly said.
"Lies don’t suit you."
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