Chapter Thirteen

No

Never

Now, where am I?

When I woke up, I was with Ronald. The way we're sleeping—holding each other in arms—makes my world come to a complete stop. My head was still in shock as I first tried to recall what had happened. The last time I heard it, I was in the kitchen and thought someone was in my house.

I initially believed I was hallucinating, but nobody was there. A blast occurred in my kitchen as soon as I entered my bedroom to conduct a search. I was shocked when I came out of bed and noticed flames in my kitchen. My veins were once again attacked by a shock that had been there all along. I have experienced suffering alone before. But when I see a hazy figure standing in front of me before everything goes black, it's something entirely different.

Another shock is already overwhelming me. The arms of Ronald encircle me. He is stroking me. Only he attempted to touch me. His arms are around me, and our bodies are in close proximity. I held my breath and looked for a searing sensation. But nothing took place. His touch is soothing rather than scorching.

In his arms, the agony I endured for years comes to an end. He's putting me at ease. Around him, I feel secure. But what about him? I've been dealt a poor hand. He can't be secure around me.

I slowly got out of bed, got my slippers, and left the bedroom. My foot pauses outside the door right away because I'm not sure where I need to go. This area is enormous. In this apartment, he is the only resident. His one-bedroom home is far larger than my old one.

My breathing picks up suddenly again. Oh, god, once more. Alone, I was always terrified of these panic attacks. Ronald is the only one who finds out about my attacks. My body starts to numb once more. I was trembling all over my body, rising on my legs. I move slowly, dragging my weakened legs, until I come to an elevator.

Every time someone comes to check on me, I don't want to go to that house. Once more, I will describe the feelings I had over those years. When I exit the elevator and head towards my residence, Ronald's security guard is once again there. If he spots me here, tell Ronald without a doubt. I waited for him to go from where I was standing behind the car, and when he finally left two minutes later, I knew where I was going.

At 4:30 in the morning, there was a lot of rain and thunderstorms. I've gone on walks in the rain before. I used to go great distances in search of food and water. I laughed when I realized where I was. Ronald provided me with a job, so I have a place to live and food to eat. Suppose he throws me. Another type of fear struck me as soon as I had traveled halfway down the trail.

Ronald fear

When I got back to my flat, I noticed some changes. My apartment right now looks so luxurious and lovely. Added items are positioned where they belong. Who did that? Once more, my kitchen is finally usable. It appears that nothing happened. Everything in the refrigerator: food, veggies, sweets, chocolates, and eggs. Ronald, what the hell are you doing? I have a debt to him. I ensure there is no one else, thereby checking every nook and cranny.

After taking a bath and examining my dark and damaged reflection, a contented gaze returned to me. My skin has changed, and it looks awful. Nothing is left for life, so don't worry. Why, after the accident, am I still alone? Time passed more quickly, and right now I'm thinking of Ronald, who is currently alone in bed. Did he hold me last night? Why? Did he observe my sobs? He's feeling sorry for me. I changed, put some makeup on, and then went to work.

My focus at work was on the time. He's not at the office, even though it's ten. For the first time, everyone was astonished by his tardiness today. Each of us was watching for him. Everyone in the meeting room kept asking me about Ronald while I was sitting there. I called him repeatedly, but nothing happened. My body sent me signals about Ronald's rage that were not positive. Outside, there was one thunderclap, and within, mine.

When the time was right, he entered the workplace dressed in black with all eyes on him. The girls are gurgling and gasping. He was really attractive, yet when our eyes met, I felt a surge of heat. What makes me want him? Ugg...

He's furious

He undoubtedly takes a casual seat among the gathering. When our meeting began, everyone was focused on Ronald rather than the opposing side. Walls were destroyed by his strength.

"Should we begin?" When our meeting begins, a girl whose name I don't recall keeps asking Ronald. I have previously witnessed people staring at him in admiration. But I've been impacted today. Everything was altered by a single night. She kept attempting to get closer to him throughout the encounter.

Bitch

"We can discuss other topics later. Send me the information." After the meeting, he said.

"Yes.."

"I have information. I can provide it to you right now if you want." What? She sliced me. Ronald is her major argument.

"My office, please." He makes no effort to look at me. He's upset and entirely oblivious to me. I went after him outside.

"Would you want to have some coffee, Mr. Ronald?"

"No need." He closed the door in my face and left like a gust of wind. That female arrived two seconds after that.

"Pardon me." She enters as soon as the door opens. I look like a corpse standing here. They had been inside for fifteen minutes. I have no idea what transpired inside. I'm tapping my fingers on the desk in agitation and can't focus on my work. She emerged from inside an hour later with a sluggish grin on her face.

"He mentioned coffee."

"I'm able to provide for him."

"But ..."

"You may now leave. I can phone you if he needs you." I entered without waiting for her response. His shirt is now open, and his coat is now hidden behind the chair.

"You banged your worker, right?"

"Pardon me?"

"How is it possible to fuck someone? She is employed by you." Before I could blink, he had stopped his work and was on the couch. I am pinned against the couch by his weight. My head was seized by both hands.

"What exactly are you doing?"

"First, how dare you advise me on what to do or not? Second, it's also my office. Is there anything I can't do? Third, how did you thank me in that way?" We are pressing against one another physically. My body is rushed by his heat. Something was altered.

"I... I'm so…"

"I was very terrified for a second when I discovered you unconscious in that flat where you are living alone. What if something untoward occurred? That fire burned the entire apartment to the ground. What if no one is available to help you?" He still shows me love. Years after our romance ended, the flame still burned within us. These emerald eyes are dark with worry for the first time, and I own that.

"Thanks for taking..."

"Out!"

"What?"

"I. Said. Now leave." His angry red eyes were once dark green. Why? He grabs my arm tightly and pulls me up while shoving me slightly outdoors.

"Don't come inside without my permission." These were his final remarks before he once again slammed the door in my face. Shivering and frozen, I once more glimpsed my history. They either call security or throw me out whenever I ask for food or a job. He recognized my position today.

Just a worker