Skyla was sitting in the limousine Zyair had hired, wrapped up in her boss’s coat jacket. Just like previously, Zyair was sitting opposite her, but the air of joviality had evaporated only to be replaced by despondency. Skyla’s heart was drowning in it.
She had no clue how to address the situation with him.
"Are you honestly alright?"
He broke the tension and asked, still feeling livid from the situation. His eyes wouldn’t leave her.
"Yes!" She whispered and then went into guilty thoughts, ’I cost the company a big deal,’ she blad herself even though none of this was her fault.
The guilt train Doran had made her embark on over the years was sothing she couldn’t see herself getting off anyti soon.
Zyair knew exactly what she was thinking. The guilt was written in bold letters.
"It was not your fault. Not the decision where that bastard chose to...," Zyair couldn’t bring himself to complete the sentence, his turbulent blues closed as he took off the bloodied gloves and threw them on the seat beside him in frustration. His nimble hands covered and rubbed his face.
Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and tried to reel in the storm, not wanting to extend it to her. Skyla had further recoiled into herself.
"Miss Skyla! The deal is not as important as your well-being. You are safe, that’s what matters the most right now. We will strive on our own and shake hands with those who know how to respect won, not assault them."
Slight guilt nudged Zyair, knowing too well he had accepted n like Doran under him. But that was all part of a bigger plan.
It did make him wonder though, how he would react if he ever witnessed what she must be going through daily with Doran. The need to beat the living life out of that despicable man was becoming insatiable every day and Zyair wasn’t sure how long he could restrain himself.
"Thank you...," Skyla sought to say so much to this man who didn’t care for anything when it ca down to her well-being. The way he had co to her rescue spoke volus about his character. She still couldn’t grasp the idea that he had wrapped her in his jacket.
But the fear of her husband was creeping up and chilling her very bones. Her hands and feet were going numb.
"What if soone asks about the deal?" she finally asked, keeping in mind that she had to answer her husband.
"Don’t worry, if soone will, just inform them that the deal didn’t go through because of the pricing. There are a few other companies here we can talk and invest with. You have nothing to stress about and if soone still bothers you, send them my way."
Zyair tried to ease her fears regarding Doran. He knew that she was referring to him.
The uneasiness in her heart didn’t fade but it shrivelled enough to make her breathe easy. She knew Doran would behave in front of Zyair.
"I understand."
Today she saw a very different side of her boss. The poised man she was getting used to had another side, reserved only for those who wronged people close to him. Skyla couldn’t bring herself to dislike it, although he had beaten the man unconscious, she was of the view that he deserved it.
A faint smile crept up on her pinkish lips and all that bridled fury Zyair had been experiencing, evaporated in the blink of an eye. That feeling of ease slowly settled between them. A mutual understanding where he erged as her protector and sowed this seed of hope that he would always be.
"We didn’t get to order dessert. Would you like to get so ice cream?" he asked, his eyes revealing that he was smiling under that mask too.
"Yes, I would like that."
Ice cream would be a perfect distraction. So Zyair called ahead to Lawrence and they went to get ice cream.
Zyair ordered the largest serving they had of her favourite ice cream. Once it arrived, Skyla’s eyes glead with the excitent of a child. He peacefully sat and watched her eat it with zeal.
Sugary treats had hidden magic, they could even nd broken hearts. That sunny disposition he had so begun to love about her had returned and he couldn’t help but openly stare.
"Do you like it?" he softly asked, seeing she placed a spoonful in her mouth and let it lt.
"It’s delicious, thank you," she replied with her mouth full and Zyair couldn’t help but impishly grin at her innocence. All she needed to return to her prior self was a healthy dose of ice cream.
They reached the hotel and went over to their rooms.
"Lawrence, let see Miss Skyla to her room and then we will discuss how to proceed further and what statent we will issue in case anyone asks us about the deal with Hughs."
"Sure, I will be awake," Lawrence then turned to Skyla, "Are you feeling better? I am right next door if you would like to talk."
Although Lawrence was just a kid, Skyla always had this gut feeling that he was wise beyond his years.
"Thank you, Lawrence but I am fine now, good night," she passed him an assuring smile and he walked inside his room.
Skyla approached hers and opened it using her key card.
Zyair remained behind a few steps as she entered and turned around to halt inside her room.
Their eyes t and his oceanic ones held these deep concerns and unsaid words. She was lost for words too. As much as he wanted to tuck her in bed tonight, he knew she wouldn’t like that or find it inappropriate.
"Miss Skyla, rember you are a very important part of our company now. I wish I could erase tonight’s events but rember you are not alone. In case you feel overwheld and can’t sleep, I am just a text away. Please, rest."
"I won’t and I am indebted to you for everything you did today." His jacket was still wrapped around her but she made no effort to return it.
"You are not, it’s what any decent human being would do. Good night, I will wait for your text in case disturbing thoughts won’t let you sleep." He slowly blinked his eyes at her and raked his raven hair back before finally moving away to his room with heavy steps. Leaving Skyla with a notion.
’The world needed more exemplary n, n like Zyair Kincaid.’
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