Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Chapter 13

I forgave Paxton. After all, he was just following orders.

Sitting outside the garden, I sighed as I watched the little flowers.

How I wish I was one of them, being watered everyday, being taken care, being loved..

'And being cut off.' My mind jumped in and I chuckled.

"Are you okay Henley?" It was Finn.

He walked to the garden and dropped a plate of grape and apple for me.

"Eat this, it's good for your heart." He said, and I nodded.

Picking the grapes I began to eat then slowly.

I was so tired.

"You saw Tim?" He asked, and I looked up meeting his eyes.

"Yes."

"How was he? Did he look good?" He asked, and I sighed.

"I really want to help you Henley, and you have to tell me whatever you saw so I'd help you." He said, and I nodded.

"Will you tell Sandro?' I asked and he nodded sadly.

"I have to."

"He was dressed well. A black tuxedo, a blue tie and a shoe that speaks of royalty." I said, and he chuckled.

"You're Joking right?" He asked.

Seeing my expression, his face darkened.

"I really wanted Tim not to be the bad guy Henley but everything we've gotten up till now makes him the bad guy...Sandro is so pissed not because of what he stole but who he was to him. He trusted him Henley." Finn said.

What kind of relationship did they have? What had Tim done? Where was my brother?!

I sighed tiredly.

"Do you want to rest." I shook my head and suddenly the watch began to beep again.

Too much stress.

My phone rang and I sighed.

"What is it?' I asked.

"Can you stop thinking rubbish and let my ear rest? I'm in the middle of something Henley." He said and cut the call.

He was crazy!

It was disturbing his ear? Why was it disturbing his ear?

I was so tired to even think of Sandro now.

"Are you okay?" Finn asked and I nodded.

"Are you okay?" I asked back and he chuckled.

"You're indeed sick." He said and I nodded.

"Henley!" I turned and it was Sandro.

"What the fuck are you doing here? And what the fuck are you telling her? That fucking thing is beeping Henley..if it beeps, then it wants you to keep your mouth shut and relax your body."

I stood up.

"I'm okay Sandro and if I'm not, I'll tell you about it." I mumbled but he didn't buy my words as he picked me up in a bridal style.

"What are you doing?! Let me down!" I yelled.

"Stop yelling. Fanculo!" He cussed in Italian.

"Motherfucker." I cussed back in English and he laughed.

He walked into his office and dropped me on the table.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't test my patience Henley, it's growing thin. Sit down and do not stand." He said.

Picking the files, he began to flip them as he signed some paperwork.

Was I to sit here and watch him sign papers?

"I'm really tired Sandro and I do not have the strength to exchange words with you, so pleas with everything in my Sandro. Let me go." I said, and he cussed again in Italian, something about me being a Problem in his ass.

I sighted a novel on his table and picked it up..

"Drop it." He commanded.

I rolled my eyes. He brought me here, he should take me back and leave me the fuck alone.

"Drop it." He repeated out of annoyance.

He didn't like repeating himself...good!

He raised his hand to get it back, but I lowered him down on my laps and winked.

He smirked, and lowered his hand to pick it up.

I tried to take it away but he grabbed it tightly on my lap, his hand brushing my thighs.

My eyes widened and I pushed him away, still with the book.

"Two can play this game Henley." He stated as a matter of fact and grabbed it again tightly, digging his other two hands into the inner part of my thighs.

I immediately let go of the book.

"You man whore, it's not appropriate to touch a woman over there if she's not your wife!" I held yelled but he laughed.

He laughed? Was I laughing?

He did that intentionally!

"And who said it was appropriate to touch a man's book when he says no?" He asked back.

"Those are not the same thing. It's just a book and mine is..." I stopped, thinking of what to use.

"And yours is what? Gold? Silver? I have touched those things." He said, and I glared at him.

It wasn't silver, neither was it gold.

"Mind is sacred!" I mumbled.

He stared at me before bursting into laughter.

"There's nothing like sacred Miss Henley. Women bend over my desk just to get a sweet nice spank from me." He said, and I frowned.

I don't care how many women try to get on your good side, never ever do that again." I said and he shrugged.

"We'll see about that." He said, and I glared at him.

Who did he think he was?

'Just an ass.'

"Okay, can I go now?" I asked, but he said nothing, his eyes fixed on the book he was going through.

"See yourself out. And I don't want any beeping disturbing my ears. Get out." He said, not even looking at me.

'Why do you want him to look at you so badly?'

I got up from the bee, It was now I saw where the skirt stopped.

It was so short! Was it because I was sitting?

I blinked.

I got to the door hurriedly. Opening the door to leave, I heard him cough and I turn.

"Ha!" He began, that smirk reaching his lips.

"That skirt is nice. Gives a wide range of view. You dress so decently." He muttered, and i cussed before slamming the door shut and running to my room.

I would surely repay him back.

"Hey Henley, nice skirt by the way." Paxton waved, as he walked out.

The blood on my face drained out of embarrassment.

Sandro was the cause of it all!!

TBC