Micah

It was 3:15 am and I was still awake. Why? My mind didn't permit me to rest. Why? Don't even ask.

I sat by the bed still looking at nothing in particular. I managed to keep warm thanks to my baggy pj's.

My head ached and my mind swerved. Even moment of the kiss resurfaced in my head causing it to ache more.

Mr Lyon is such a frog!

I let a frog kiss me?

I couldn't stop the single tear that rolled down my cheek. I didn't understand why I was crying, I hated Kristopher so much but I didn't have to cry.

I hated the fact that I didn't push him away. I hated myself for not pushing him away.

After a minute of wallowing in self hate, I eventually picked myself up. I couldn't stand the fact that while I let this bother me, he'd probably be sleeping soundly.

He affected me in so many ways and he didn't even care. He had no heart! No, no that's too mean. He had an Ugly Heart! A very ugly one at that!.

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Using make up to hide the tiredness of your face is an excellent idea. Light make up had managed to hide my pale face and the bags under my eyes.

As much as I didn't want to see Mr Lyon today, I had to.

I had to avoid eye contact and under no circumstances talk about the kiss. He was drunk yesterday so, that explains it.

But still..

No! I had to do this!

It's already 9:50am, is it too late for coffee?

I asked myself while in the Elevator with Mr Lyon's coffee. It's really ironic that a coffee maker like me hated coffee.

The Elevator door opened on Mr Lyon's office floor and I hopped out.

I can do this, I can do this, I can do this!

It's funny how many times I assure myself earlier in the morning that meeting Mr Lyon is going to be a piece of cake but now, seconds away from meeting him, I'm so nervous.

My hands gripped the icy cold knob, it ran shivers down my spine

Just as I opened it, it was being opened from the other end.

My rapidly beating heart hurt so much as I stared at the handsome devil staring into my eyes.

Didn't I promise myself I'll avoid eye contact?

"Good morning sir!" I practically yelled as my eyes left his pale green to the ceramic floor.

He didn't return my greeting.

"I'm going out." He walked pass me.

"Where to?" I turned to his direction as he walked towards the Elevator.

"Shopping."

"Shopping?" My face lit up. Oh did I forget to say, I'm a sucker for shopping.

"I'll be out of the country for a few days, I have an important meeting in Italy."

"Italy?"

Did I forget to say? I'm in love with Italy.

I wasn't sure whether I should be happy or upset.

Happy because I won't get to see Mr Lyon for a few days, upset because it'll affect our contract.

Mr Lyon ignored my question getting into the elevator, it was about shutting before I hopped in.

Mr Lyon stared intensely at me, probably wanting to ask me why I was here, why I was tagging along but he didn't.

"W-What about the contract?" I asked as the elevator approached the first floor.

"What about it?" I gulped as his voice sounded especially deep in the elevator.

Why the hell do I care about how deep his voice sounds?

"Won't your sudden travel affect it?"

He was quiet untill the elevator door finally opened and he stepped out.

A nod was his only reply.

I had gotten bored eventually, sitting on a sofa, doing nothing but checking Instagram reels and waiting for Mr Lyon.

Ugh, I had no idea what made me even want to tag along. Everything in the mall just seemed to annoy me.

The luxurious scent of the place, the high standard suits and watches and shoes, the fact that everyone that came here was insanely rich, old and boring.

I irked at the workers who did anything to please the costumers.

The old men mostly came with way younger ladies who'd wait on the sofa with me pressing Thier phones and all that.

The only ladies who actually came to shop were middle aged elegant looking ladies who I guessed must be buying gifts for Thier husband's.

No jokes, this place wasn't for me .

This was totally different from what I had in mind when I heard shopping. Shopping is meant to be fun. Then again, I can't put Kristopher Lyon and fun in the same sentence. Every single thing was about work for him.

After what seemed like hours, he finally came out from the men section with a worker behind him carrying all what he bought.

I sighed in relief as I stood up from the sofa readjusting my coat.

We were about to leave when I heard my name from a distance. It was kind of confusing because I don't think I have any male friend who would have business here.

My gaze shifted to Mr Lyon before shifting to the direction which I heard my name from.

My Lyon's sudden paleness caused my eyes to widen slightly. He looked like he'd just seen a ghost.

"Mabelle." I heard my name again as my eyes fell on the young man who had visited the coffee shop the day before. What was his name again?

Brian? Oh.. Bryson

"Hey," I waved at him as he approached both Mr Lyon and me.

"Mabelle." He called again as he pulled me into a hug which was very surprising.

"Bryson, how are you?" I pulled out of the hug with a smile, tucking some some strands of my hair behind my ear.

"I'm great. Surprising running into you here." He shoved both hands into his pockets.

"Yeah, well..." I trailed off, I didn't know what to introduce Mr Lyon as. My boss? My friend? My enemy?

I glanced at Mr Lyon once more, only to see his features hardened. He didn't looked like he'd seen a ghost anymore, he looked like he'd seen the devil himself, he looked like he could strangle Bryson.

"This is...Mr Lyon." That's all I had.

"Lyon?" Bryson chuckled, passing Mr Lyon a knowing smile. "Alright, Lyon. I'm Bryson Smith." He extended his hand for a shake.

Mr Lyon glared intensively at Bryson who did nothing but smile at him. His fists rolled into balls and before I could say anything else, his icy cold hands had grabbed my wrists pulling me out of the mall.

I struggled and shouted at him but his grip was too strong, it was so tight it began to hurt.

"God! Mr Lyon let me go!" I shouted as he pulled me outside finally realising me.

He breath was unsteady like he'd just run a marathon and his chest heaved up and down.

This was the first time I had seen him lose his composure like this and I didn't like it. He looked scary.

"What is your problem?''

"I don't want to see you anywhere near that man again" he ignored my question, warning me instead.

"Why? Why are you like this?"

"Don't test me Micah." His voice was suddenly calm. I take back what I said, he's much more scary when his calm.

"Or what?" I folded my arms.

I'm so tired of him acting like he's all powerful, like he knows everything.

He leaned in closer, closing the gap between our faces. My heart suddenly tensed up. What if he kissed me again? In public this time. What if I'm unable to push him away? What if I kiss back this time?

Once again, I didn't withdraw my face as he leaned even closer, I wanted to pull away, believe me I did but I didn't. Instead, I shut my eyes.

He was so close now, I felt his warmth on my cheek.

"Don't fucking test me." He whispered into my ears, his breath fanning my cheeks.

I melted under his voice and when I opened my eyes, he was far gone with the worker running after him.

Shit!

I pulled at my hair with a muffled scream.

I was even more stupid than I thought.

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It's been a while hasn't it guys? I know I haven't updated in a while but schools been tough and writers block been a bitch, as usual.

Luckily, I'm done for the session so hopefully I'm gonna be updating more and yay! I'm in grade 12 now so, that's new.

I love you all❤️
And I sincerely thank you for taking your time to read His Ugly Heart.

Have a great Morning/ Afternoon/ Evening/ Night.