Chapter 15: chapter 15

He looked at me removing his cap and stood up from his seat. He was wearing a pale green shirt and black jeans. He smiled uneasily, "Hey Ana! What a surprise!" He tried to get excited.I cocked my eyebrows, "What are you doing here?""What's this silly question? Why people come to a  bar, to get a drink"."Really? You came to this bar which is one hour away from your apartment to get a bloody one drink".He rubbed his neck smiling, "Umm..yeah..I heard here wine is nice"."Chris" I sighed, "You were supposed to be in the game. What are you doing here?""Ok, fine" he admitted it, "I...came to see you" he made his puppy face, "But how you know I'm here?""Your stupid dress. Who the hell will wear an expensive shirt in this low-class bar? You watched me two to three times while I'm talking to Sam. Those stupid green eyes...I can spot them anywhere..and finally this stupid New England Patriots Cap on your head" I pulled that from his hand, "Why you followed me here?""Fine...I...just.." he sighed, "Want to know what happened between you two and..." He stopped for a second, "How does he look like"."Why, what you gonna do about that?""Umm...eh...curiosity" he shrugged and tried to casual."Christopher, I don't believe you did this" I took my handbag to leave, "If you have asked me, I would told you. What, are you stalking me?" I moved away from him.He followed me behind, running, "Ana, it's not like that..""No, it's like that..I'm disappointed with you" I kept moving."No..Ana..please..let me explain" he didn't stop.I opened the door and walked towards the elevator."Ana..you don't need to avoid me..give me a second" he shouted again.I turned my head to look at him, but I didn't stop walking, "No..Chris..I'm not avoiding you..shit!" I bumped into a hard chest. Birds flew around my head for a second, it took me a minute to regain my position. I looked at his face to apologise, "I'm..sor..." Fuck! I stopped speaking, looking at his face.He scrutinized me with his eyes. He crossed his arms and stared at me like a thing he never wished to look at. His brown eyes turned into a fireball of anger seeing me. I wriggled under his look. I tried to look away..gripping the straps of my handbag."Well..well..." His deep muscular voice called me, "Ana..Gr..""How..how...are..you..Jason?" I spoke before he can finish the sentence."I don't have time for this bullshit" he buttoned his blazer and dusted away my touch on it.Jason Reid, head of ' New York news'  Newspaper, 27, black strong alpha male and one of the influencers in society. He is 6'2". His hair is changed into a short fade cut and a single strand of hair fell on his forehead. His triangular sharp knife-like jawline got no beard. His brown lips twitched into a ridiculed laugh seeing me. He had Archy eyebrows above his small brown eyes, which showed disgust seeing me. His left wrist had watch and got tucked inside his brown pant. His heavy worked out body is covered with a brown blazer. Still, his heavy workout muscle bulged out of it. If he wishes, he can enter into Mister New York.Chris came behind and stopped near me. Now his eyes jumped on him. He glanced at us both for a second, smiled a little bit and moved away. I saw him disappearing into the bar.We both entered into the elevator, "Who is that?" Finally, he asked me.I swallowed a bit, "Jason Reid, New York News editor in chief"."I'm sorry..but you guys have a problem?"I sighed, "Actually, my first interview was with him. I tried to join his paper. But it ended badly..umm..he made me to feel low and shitted about my qualifications..he is one of the inspirations to start my own magazine"."I'm sorry again. But why...he belittled you?" He asked me with confusion.I shrugged, "Umm..kinda..he..didn't like the way..just leave it..I don't want to talk about him"."Ok..sorry".The rest of our journey continued in silence. We came out and stopped near the parking lot."Umm..Ana..sorry..I won't do this again" he apologized."Don't..." I warned him, "If you need anything, ask me directly"."So, tell me what happened between you two?" His eyes glowed in curiosity."What? You didn't listen to anything we spoke?""Umm..you guys were too husky than I expected..so I just saw him".  I explained everything to him. He was completely surprised, "Really? I couldn't assume him in a bad boy stuff. I mean..he was like an ordinary guy with a regular job"."Yeah, me too didn't expect this from him"."But why you agreed to meet him? He broke your heart"."That time I was so angry with him. When days passed, I realised it's my stupidity that I let him inside even though I know he is a bad boy. There is something to blame me also. I thought he is here to rekindle our relationship and if he, I thought to give him a taste of his own medicine. But he shocked me. I forgot how cruel he used to be".He smiled, "Well, I don't know how I will treat my ex if I see her again"."I know, violence" I laughed."Can't deny that" he looked at his watch, "I think the game must be in halfway. I'm going back to home, wanna join?""Sure, even I don't have any plans".After few minutes, we sat before his television with popcorn. We watched the rest of our football game. Actually, he did. I stared at the people chasing a ball."Really? Football? How the hell you guys have the patience to see this?""Are you kidding? This is a perfect thing to pass your time. Your 3 hours will go like this" he snapped his fingers."Not for me. Seeing this game, 3 hours is like 12 hours" I rolled my eyes."Tasteless" he murmured under his breath and stuffed his mouth with popcorn. His cheeks became bubbly..I smiled and tried to concentrate on the game. But I couldn't, it bored me. So, I don't know when sleep came into me. All I got to sense was I rested my head on his shoulder. I tried to get up, but my head denied like it was enjoying the world's softest bed. I snuggled more on his shoulder instead of moving away. I think he didn't mind, so I swiftly drifted into sleep.I opened my eyes again hearing a piece of piano music. I looked around, I was tucked inside the sofa with a pillow and blanket. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my hands out. My ears got sharpened, looks like someone is playing that music and it was lovely. Even though my body was tired from the nap, my mind urged me to find out where it comes from. I stood up removing the blanket and adjusted my dress.I followed that sound. It came from upstairs, I headed there. I stopped before his playroom and I listened once again to ensure it is coming from there or not. Yes, it is. I opened the door, the room was fully glassed showing the top of New York. The Westside of the wall had a closet and it was locked. Eastside of the wall had glass windows, he sat near them, looking outside and playing the piano. Northside of the room had other kinds of stuff such as video games, gym materials, a tennis table and a billiard table. The entire floor is embedded with white marbles and it shined showing its worth.I went near him, he was wearing a black half sleeve plain t-shirt and sweatpants. He smiled looking at me.I leaned near the piano and cupped my cheek with my right hand. His long fingers were moving perfectly to keys. He played the 'Rue des frois freres' from Fabrizio Paterlini.I eyed him, he was so perfect. That charming smile which always crept on his lips. That t-shirt stuck with his perfect body. He was concentrating keeping his eyes down at the piano. His beautiful pink lips are wording the notes. His sharp straight nose inhaling a deep breath and his nerves bulged out while playing it. I lost myself in him for a moment.He finished playing after minutes. I clapped my hands for him. He chuckled and bowed down accepting that."You can play the piano this lovely?""Since 7, I was forced into this stuff. Dance, music. I learned them without any interest"."You can dance?"He stood up and showed his hand, "Let me prove it"."Let's see out of 10, how much your score will be" I gave my hand. He pulled me softly towards his chest. I stood under him. He interlocked my fingers with his, he slowly moved front and back like moving to the music. It was soft and good. He spun me around and pulled me back to him. This time he caught me from behind and we interlocked our opposite hands while I crossed my arms against my chest. I perfectly fitted inside him. My breath was heavy, up and down. His hot breath rushed on my ears made hairs on my back to stand erect.He released me again, oh God! My heart pounded heavily. This is a very very wrong move. He looked into my eyes very deeply making eye contact, I reciprocated it. Finally, he stopped us in dip position, he holding my back with strong arms and I'm in slanting angle. His face was directly above me, only an inch apart. His breath was now heavy which I couldn't decide either it was due to dance or seeing me in close-up.We remained in that position for few minutes. He moved closer and asked me huskily, "So, what's my mark?"I swallowed hard, "Ummm...umm....you..you.." his oaky scent engulfed me, Jesus save me! "You got 11".His lips twitched into a smile and it came near me. The bridge of our nose touched, I closed my eyes. The doorbell rang, bringing us back to sense. We moved away from each other."I..I..think..someone is here" I tucked my hair behind my ears."Excuse me" he excused and went to open the door. I followed him behind, omg! What was that? Am I into him? Did I become his other fangirl? Whatever this shit is, I need to talk with Jamie.He opened the door, Crystal came inside removing her coolers.She looked at me and her smile vanished immediately, "What are you doing here, Ms Thomas?"I opened my mouth to reply. My phone rang, I excused them and took that out of my purse, it's Jamie. I answered, "Yes, Jamie"."Ana, we have a problem. Our Publisher and printer are refusing to publish our magazine anymore"."What?" I got shocked, "How..how..what..happened?""What Ms Thomas, you have any problem?" Crystal asked me.Now, I know how that happened. I looked at her, she smiled crookedly.