The Blind One

Chapter 23

It was very late when I got to the front of the hall where mr bus ticket man told me to meet him. After being anti social for the entire gathering and getting into random quick and short conversation with a few more people who we're interested in my dress, I finally pulled away to go and meet the man who was waiting impatiently. He was leaning against the car when i got out, his dark suit complemented the car. His expression was a mixture between frustration and slight anger, and I knew he was annoyed as I got closer to him making my footsteps audible. He huffed when I addressed him with an apology, he stepped into the car and waited for me to follow before he could tell the driver to get a move on. I was slightly scared to be in his presence when he was so annoyed, I mean yes I was thirty minutes late but isn't that what making contacts is always about, now a few people know about his company and its all because of me, my thoughts lingered on Antonio who had sort of become a network.

The horn beeped and I quickly snapped out of my thoughts, climbed into the car before strapping myself in. I wasn't going to look at my boss, I couldn't do it.

"Go" his voice was deep and cold making my chest swell and my heart race. He wasn't going to shout at me was he?
the car was silent as we began  to move, the car tyres gliding over the Tarmac making a soft gritty sound.
The silence was awkward as hell, I felt like I had just been told off by a parent and told to sit down quietly. Taking my gaze away from my lap I subtly turned to look at him. I was surprised to see him sitting straight with his head leaning back on the head support. His eyes closed and arms crossed...although he seemed give sleeping or resting , the lines between his eyebrows showing a Frown and the way he crossed his arms showed that he was still upset.
Suddenly I thought about my situation. He left me all alone in crowd of people who happened to be strangers and he's angry?

I huffed and crossed my arms too, leaning back against the seat as staring straight ahead. My eyes caught the drivers through the mirror who looked concerned before his eyes switched  to look a my boss. I followed him and turned to the man next to me seeing that he was still laying still only chest rising and falling.  I could smell his familiar scent which seemed to get stronger the longer we sat in the car, my stomach knotted as butterflies fluttered in my tummy sending a warm tingly feeling throughout my body.
I continued to stare at the man who was oblivious to the continuous emotional struggles I was going through all because of him. I felt like he was the reason why the idea of luck when plucking off petals from a flower was invented... He loves me, he loves me not, I thought as I stared at the man who I knew was taking my heart away and didn't even know it.
Why must it be you? Why can't I stick to my vow and not notice you as a man...why now after being so focused is this man begging to break my walls without even showing me a clear and not confusing reaction. These thoughts even plagues my mind when I realised is just admitted to like the man next to me.
As my eyes trailed over the familiar bumps of his features, his shade of skin tone, hair and more , I looked closely and noticed his hair slightly sticking to his forehead, sprinkles of water on his nose and chin, and a small bead trailed from his hair to his sideburn and down to his chin. the rest of his body seemed dry and It wasn't raining either. So why was he covered in so much water.

My eyes turned back to the drivers and I looked at him in concern.

"He was look for you" that's all the driver said "run in building"  although the man's English was limited I still understood what he meant. My boss had been running. I thought of all the bad things that would happen to a blind man who went around running around a massive building he's never been in before. I felt bad, he must have been so confused and scared and it was all because of me.
Looking at him I felt guilt. I had to properly apologies to him.

When we arrived back at our hotel I thanked the driver and almost ran towards my boss who was already walking towards the hotel entrance. He seemed eager to get away from me and took long strides that I had to hobble over to him, my heals clanking on the paved ground and my dress dragging along in the wind. I caught up with him half way up the stairs when he stopped and suddenly grabbed on the banister of the swirling stairs.
I gasped as he swayed a little and quickly went to his side to see him clutching to his head as though he was in pain

"Hey" I called softly and grabbed on to his firm arm. "Are you-"

He flinched from my touch, gritting his teeth causing his jaw to clench before he pushed himself off the side and continued to walk up the stairs. I thought he would need my help walking and everything but everyone i spoke he ignored me..
As we got off he elevator his movements were quick and strong. He walked to his room door and placed his key in the hole.

"Let me help you" I argued...I knew he was angry with me but I also noticed that he looked quite ill.

Opening his door he went in and turned to me briefly.

"I will send for your assistance some when mason returns" with that he slammed the door in my face.

"But-" I sighed giving up the thought of trying to get it in his head that he needed My help.
As I turned to my own hotel room, an irritating feeling developed in my chest.
The thought that he'd ignored me and rejected my attempt to help him make me feel bitter inside. I felt angry with myself that I'd let him down.
"I'm so stupid" I groaned as I threw my body on the soft bed. I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before deciding to strip out of the dress, fold it and return it to the owner.
I stepped into the bathroom looking at the full length mirror, I looked...amazing. Although Antonio's blazer overpowered the classy look I almost looked like a decent person wearing her husbands jacket after a date. The thought of Antonio as my husband?

"Doesn't sound to bad" I said to my reflection then laughed.

I quickly stripped out of the blazer, dress and carefully put them aside. I turned on the shower and stepped in the steaming water just soaking in the warmth after being out in the cold.
"This...is life" I smiled and grabbed the shower gel provided by the hotel before proceeding to clean myself which badly singing random songs that I'd heard.
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