I walked towards the balcony wishing that person is just my imagination and I will not deal with them today. But alas! When do you think God has favoured me? 'NEVER' screamed my inner voice.

"Ma'am, your breakfast." I shrieked when I heard Aria's voice behind me.

"You scared me!" I announced breathlessly, resting one hand on my hips and the other on my frantically beating heart.

"I just brought you your breakfast. Scrambled egg, some toasts with peanut butter and a glass of orange juice." She said amused, enjoying my reaction.

"Okay, okay, just put it on the table. I will be back in a minute, "I said and marched towards the washroom yet again as I felt uneasy when the smell of the food hit my nostrils.

***

I collapsed against the hard floor of the washroom after throwing away every drop of whatever existed inside my upset belly.

"Ma'am, you have a visitor, " I heard Aria's squeaky voice behind the closed doors.

"Coming in a minute!"

I splashed cold water again, not bothering to look at my appearance, and headed back to my office.

"Who is it?" I asked, praying internally that they shouldn't be the person I think they are.

"First breakfast, then work" I heard a bold familiar manly voice behind Aria. I instantly felt a surge of energy busting inside my body when I recognized the owner of the voice. I stood abruptly, hitting the files lying on the table.

"Anthony, you came back!" I whispered, the happiness clear in my voice. I missed him, but will never let him know that. He is my bodyguard, that's true, but he is my friend. We used to play in SAMS when both our parents got busy. His father was my grandma's PA back then, and now his son is my bodyguard not because of his qualification but he chose this post, I seriously don't know why.

He took a tentative step forward, towards my direction and chuckled, seeing my excitement.

"Reporting on duty, Maam," He said bowing a little. I just let my bossiness at the corner and rushed towards him and wrapped my arms around his torso, squeezing him to death. "God, I missed this guy." I thought.

"Woah, easy there! Liara, are you alright? You look awful," he said, breath fanning my forehead.

"I'm good," assuring him, I took a step back.

"Good, the task is completed. Sorry that it took me some time,"

"No problem, it's alright!" I said beaming with joy finally having someone who I can trust with everything I have.

"Ahem, Ma'am, someone is waiting outside to meet you," Aria's voice brought me back to reality.

"Aria, give her a minute. You can finish other works if you have any. I will bring the visitor inside after she completes the food." Anthony advised Aria, and I rolled my eyes at their overly caring nature, completely forgetting about the bomb waiting outside.

After Aria trotted out of my cabin, I fall back on the couch and massage my head. I felt the couch dipping beside me a little and open my eyes. I saw a pair of golden brown eyes looking at me, concern etching on it.

"Hand me the plate, let me eat and get back to work, " I said and scooted over to drag the plate near me and suddenly, I was hungry. I ate the food and gulped down the entire glass of juice completely.

"You ate as if you were hungry since ages woman," Anthony said handing me a napkin to wipe my face.

"You bet?"

"Tell me what is bothering you," he asked, and I dodged the question asking him to call the visitor instead.

He glared at my face for some breathing moment. But as always, obediently followed my orders.

"Hello, pretty lady! You had me waiting for so long." And there he is. I cringed when I heard his awful voice.

"Johnson, it's so nice to see you. For what do I owe this honour?" I ask. Sarcasm is a bitch, I tell you. I don't even bother lifting my head, instead, I carry on submerging myself in the documents piling in front of me.

"Uh, no, it's nothing. I just wanted to know how you doing, as I couldn't attend your birthday party." He said taking his seat in front of me.

"Oh, that's a shame! I didn't miss you though." I mumbled, tapping the pen on my cheek. I heard someone snicker. Raising my head, I saw Anthony standing near the door and he was trying very hard to control his laughter.

"That hurt," he said, faking pain in the chest.

"Anyway, jokes apart, I learnt that you've been sick today?" He asked, and I can note the concern in his voice.

"Uh-huh, but now I'm good, thanks to Anthony," I said internally, doing a trump dance because of the look at Johnson's face. It's like someone pooped on his face.

"Ahem, Ma'am Aria needs my help for something. I need to go now." Anthony whispered into my ears, clearing his throat. I just nod, dissatisfied that I have to deal with this asshole alone.

I could sense the tension rising in the air. Instead of giving Johnson the attention he was so desperate to get, I gripped my pen and started working on the documents again.

"Well," Johnson's unpleasant voice passed through my eardrums, making me nausea.

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to talk about something important. I called you several times, but you didn't respond. I couldn't even get an appointment to meet you. They said you are busy." He said, fixing his shirt that is alright and scratching the back of his head as if he has got a bug bite over there.

"They won't let you because I ordered them not to," I said in a duh tone and kept on working on the next file from the pile.

"Why would you do that?" He sounded hurt. I felt a tinge of guilt in the farthest corner of my heart, but soon I overcame it.

"I was busy, silly," I said, not intending to hurt his feelings even if he backstabbed me.

"Liara, you know I like you since the day my eyes have noticed you," he whispered, his words hitting my heart like a needle.

I tried so hard to maintain a poker face as if I have heard nothing. But the next second, I felt a presence beside me. My heart hammered inside my ribcage and eyebrows furrowed. My breath hitched when I found Johnson, one knee down, a lone tear trailing down his left eye, face flushed and his eyes boring into my face as if he is looking at my soul.

"Wha-What the hell is this Johnson? Stand up" my mouth dry, I've already expected something like this but not this way. His genuine feelings unhidden and this vulnerable expression states that he truly loves me and to be honest, that scared me like nothing else.

He shook his head as I watched another lone tear wetting his cheek. "I've hidden my feelings for you for 4 years, Liara. Now my heart isn't in my control. It wants you, your touch, all of you. It's not satisfied by barely talking to you."

"Johnson!" I almost yelled at him, gripping hard the hands of my chair, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. Not because of happiness, but his powerful feeling that's tearing my heart apart, because I wanted Keryl to be wrong. I didn't want to lose another friend of mine. A part of me always prayed that Johnson is true to me and not a backstabber. But I can see in front of me I'm losing another friend who once was my supporter.

"Liara," he said, coming even closer to me. I scurried back, pushing my chair away from his body.

"Don't" surprised by my action, he halted.

"I love you! Why don't you understand it?" The next second, I heard his high-pitched voice yelling at me, standing on his legs, bending a little, hurt clear in his face.

He came forward and clutched my hands that are holding the chair tighter.

I yelped in discomfort as the intensity of the pain was too much for me to bear.

"Don't you dare move away from me like that!" he shouted right in front of my face, spitting saliva.

He then dragged my chair closer to his body, slowly held my face by placing a finger below my chin and forced me to look at his eyes.

"Do you think I'm joking around? Look at my eyes and tell me what you see," he whispered. The sudden change in his demeanour terrified me.

I did as I was told. His blue eyes gazing at my eyes, which are red at the moment because of anger. And maybe because he cried? I asked myself. I shook my head as anger sparkled through my veins.

"You know what Johnson? FUCK YOU!" I've had enough, I kneed his crouch so hard that he fell back with a thud, covering his manhood that's been probably twisted.

I hit the intercom buttons to call Anthony inside, but soon I was dragged back when a firm hand clutched my hair and hit the nearby desk. I squealed in pain again, gripping my forehead that hit the desk. When I brought my hand down, I saw a layer of red liquid covering my fingers. My blood.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I'm so fuckin sorry, Liara"

I looked at Johnson, who was now shaking his head and apologizing to me. 'Is he insane now?' I asked my inner self.

"Liara, what's wrong?" I heard Anthony's voice on the other side of the intercom.

Before I could speak anything, Johnson's filthy hands covered my mouth. I tried hard and held his hand covering my mouth harder, scratching it completely with my nails. I noticed blood trickling down from the scars. 'Good' I was satisfied and then held the nearby paperweight. I didn't want to give him time to react and tried to hit his head hard with it, but to my dismay, he saw that coming and avoided my hand, dodging the paperweight.

For the first time in my life, I regretted planning my chamber soundproof. I just hoped someone would come inside and take this crazy beast away.

"I said I didn't want to hurt you! I would never! I love you so fucking much. Don't fight, my love," he whispered, breath fanning my ears, and I cringed at the closeness. 'Love? Your ass, you dumbass' I wanted to yell at him but his hand didn't allow me to.

I sunk my teeth into his hand harder, making him flinch in process and then he retreated for a second allowing me space to plan my next move. I would not waste even a second and punched him harder under his chin with the force I could muster. I heard a crack, and he cried in agony, covering his chin.

I stood as soon as he stumbled back and then kicked him harder on his stomach. He fell face-first, kissing the ground. I'd rather die before allowing him time to recover, so I slammed the pointed heels of my sandal hard on his butt, letting blood flowing out of it.

I saw red as I felt the blood boiling in my body. I heard something ringing and nothing else. I'm so fucking angry right now that I fear I might kill him. I felt his hand clucking my ankle, but I slapped his face instead, harder than I could imagine I can. He carries a broad body, damn John Cena built. Even after hurting him so much, he still flipped me hard on the ground, hitting my head on the floor. His body above mine, hard chest pressing so damn hard on my body that I could barely breathe.

"Don't do this to me. I want you as my wife so fucking much! Liara, please stop avoiding me. I would never hurt you." He breathed on my neck, pressing his hard crouch on me. "Look what effect you have on me." He said and pressed even harder this time.

A sob escaped my lips as he pinned me down completely. I looked above my head, desperate to find something that could help me get out of his grasp. Luckily, I found a vase standing at the corner as my saviour.

I scurried towards it a little, not concentrating on the fact that he is grinding his hip upon me. I looked at him and saw him mumbling something, still dipping his head in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent. I slammed the vase on his head, harder as if this was my last chance.

His movement paused all of a sudden.

I laid down still, waiting for his next move.

Slowly, small black dots appeared in my peripheral vision and I felt like floating. I couldn't care less if now he would do anything with me.

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