The Hated Millionaire Heir

Unsettled

She watched as she disappeared within the crowd before she called her cab. “Where to Miss?” the cab driver asked, “Kang’s enterprise.” She informed, the driver keyed in the coordinates in the GPS screen on the dashboard and he drove off. It took about an hour before she was at her company’s premises, after paying the cab driver his needed amount she began the walk inside the building. As her flats traversed the ground floor she greeted the receptionist with a fake smile as she headed for the elevator. Patiently she waited for the elevator doors to open, she had a lovely time with her girl pal Angel but now she was left to ponder her greatest fear. “Ding!”, the elevator doors opened, she walked in and the reflective side by side walls mirrored her reflection, she brushed her purse higher before clicking her floor number. A minute or so later the elevator doors closed and up it went with her inside. Ten minutes elapsed and she was settled in her office, placing her purse on the far edge of her desk she turned on her laptop while arranging some documents. She went through the company’s business files, she noted the figures of the stocks and fluctuations in the market, she occupied her mind with proposed business alliances, however, it was clear something was bugging her. Similar to her mother she preferably engaged her mind with business agendas so she could stop the constant questioning that slowly devoured her sanity, but amidst the neurons that carried constant signals with business agendas, the troll lurked like a cloud over her brain activities below.

Two hours passed since she walked in her office, she struggled to take her mind off her troubles but it didn’t work out, eventually she shut down her laptop, arranged her documents, grabbed her purse and left the office. Mary walked down the corridor; her face evidently disturbed she used the alternative cafeteria route to exit the building. On the left side of the building, she brushed her hair over her shoulder her mouth munching the doughnut she bought moments ago, Mary stood in the middle of the pavement feeling the gentle city breeze. A brief minute later she reached for her car keys and changed her direction to the parking lot on the opposite side of the building. On her journey she was confused on what to do once she was in the car, she swung her keys on her finger thinking of where to go, absent mindedly she banged her car’s door and it dawned she was there. “I have to.” She convinced herself, gathered enough courage she boarded the four wheeled vehicle, revved the engine and drove calmly out of the parking lot structure. Mary swiveled in the yarn of traffic, she was off to find answers, answers only one person could give, she sighed out deeply as she took the left turn on the green light.

He walked down the alley aching in fatigue, upon approaching his door he reached for his keys and struggled to twine and unlock the hinge, eventually he barged in and banged the door behind him. Ricky untied his laces and removed his shoes, the stench of sweat and athletes foot emitted but he uncaringly shoved them to the edge of the room, he walked his toes sore and pale to the bathroom. He opened the shower and for a minute let the cold splashes calm his heating body, he closed his eyes and blindly reached for the soap on the window, he rubbed the soap on his face and rubbed every corner with his fingers. He let the water wash away the soap as he prepared to scrub the rest of his parts, however, it was after he washed his face clean did he realize he entered the shower with his shirt and khaki trousers. Feeling ashamed and funny at the same time he proceeded to undress the soaking wet clothes and hung them on the shower bar on top of him, afterwards he continued cleansing himself this time naked as when he was born.

Refreshed and alive, Ricky dried himself and rubbed his silk towel over his body and hung it on the shower bar in the bathroom. He then carried his soaking wet clothes and went outside the house to the behind area where the hanging lines were, he grabbed some pegs in the container next to his stinking shoes. In the kitchen he prepared some black tea before he could begin eating some sconces he bought a while back; the fresh water was on its way to maximum temperature and Ricky added his ingredients. One tea spoon of tea leaves, three spoons of sugar, he returned the two containers on the shelf before he covered the tea and turned to grab a glass on the cabinet opposite of the shelf. As he poured some water in the glass he noticed the steam escape from the lid he placed, he reached for a brown faded rug and turned to slide the lid for the steam to escape, however, the steam he misjudged how hot it could be and unknowingly he slid the lid far from him instead of towards him. This action resulted in the steam slapping his face and throwing him off balance and dropping the lid, this sudden commotion and foggy sight prompted him to sit and lean on the lower cabinets inches from the gas cooker. “Knock!”, the door banged, “Come in!” he answered, rubbing his eyes with his palms Ricky’s eyesight was still foggy, his breathing was also out of rhythm, his body functioning was suddenly altered and he struggled to recalibrate it to its before state.

“Hello.” The voice said, “Hi.” He answered, his head was down tucked between his knees when he answered, he groaned and sighed heavily, “What happened?” the voice asked. “Nothing.” Ricky lied, his eyes were turning red at the edges and the rubbing was making his sight much blurry than before, “Come here.” The voice ushered. Tapping Ricky on his bent knees the soft hands grabbed his fingers and gently pulled him up, Ricky was unaware of the being with such concern but he was assured she had no bad intentions. She guided him from the kitchen to the sofa in the other side of the room, he opened and closed his eyes consistently groaning, the itch was growing and was irritating even more. “I am going to give you this medicine and should help you see in some minutes.” The voice informed, reaching for her purse she pulled out a small bottle with a tip like ending, Ricky then lay on his back and relaxed. The being raised the bottle on his eye and dropped two drops of the clear fluid and did the same to the other eye, “I will finish up the tea.” The voice assured. While he was on his back, he processed on the limits the stranger did to help him, firstly how did she know where his kitchen was, how was she aware he was having trouble seeing, he waged the deeds and concluded of only two beings caring enough.

Ten minutes later his sight was back to its original state, he could see clearly and his breathing system was cleared, Ricky sat and leaned on the sofa’s upright structure. The being came from the kitchen and placed two mugs on the table, Ricky had shut his eyes when she came and opened to find the mugs on the table. He reached for a mug and raised to his lips and made a slight heave of the black fluid, the temperature was warm enough he affirmed and took another sip. The being came from the kitchen with a plate, she neared and her presence surprised Ricky, the tea switched into his trachea and he abruptly coughed a tear unwillingly flowing. “Good you are up.” She stated, removing the robe she placed on the cushion beside him and proceeded to sit on his left side, “We need to talk.” She began her fingers clamped together.

He avoided eye contact, he drunk the tea and took a bit of his sconce, she looked at him with her death stare because she was looking for answers and he was the only one to give her. “We need to talk about us Ricky.” She began, “What do we talk about Mary?” he asked, Mary sighed out gathering her thoughts because for both of them this was the most fragile moment in their relationship. “Ricky do you love me?” she asked, “Mary my answer is always and will always be the same. I do love you.” He answered taking a sip of his tea. He took a bite of his sconce while Mary reached for her mug and took a sip, “Where can we say we are?” she asked her finger rubbing the mug’s lining. “I would say,” he paused to swallow his sconce, “I would say we are at the point we need to be.” He answered placing his mug on the table.

“Really Ricky!” she hissed placing her mug on the table, her tone was suddenly harsh and her looks were evidently pissed, “Can you for once answer a question like a normal person!” She ordered. “What do you mean I answered the way I thought fit.” He defended himself placing his mug on the table likewise, “No! Screw you, you know what I mean.” She cursed. “What do you mean?” he asked his tone calmed, “You know what I f*****g mean!” she cried. “All this day I have been thinking about this and haven’t done anything right because of this. I have tried distracting this truth that keeps haunting me but it hasn’t worked out. I can’t do anything right!” she broke down. Ricky rubbed his fingers on his nose to his eyes and eyebrows, he was too familiar with her episodes but this was the finale of them all. “Just look I am here breaking down and you act like you don’t give a shit. You are closing your eyes! F**k you!” she cussed loudly hitting him with a cushion she pulled from her side of the sofa. She threw consistent futile attacks and Ricky humbly received them processing on his next move, “F**k you!” she repeatedly screamed bashing his chest with her palms.

His hand grabbed her neck and pushed her to the edge of the sofa, “Let me go! I hate you!” she screamed vigorously flapping her feet, the other hand grabbed both her hands by the wrist and stretched them past her head. Her screams volumed down, seductively he looked in her eyes, “I hate you.” She said calmly quitting her fisting. Slowly he hoisted her feet on the sofa and slightly she moaned as Ricky stretched her legs and gently tucked his waist between them. He reached for her neck and gently he planted warm kisses shifting from one side to the other, her fingers clutched together as she let out heavy sighs. Moving his hand from her neck to her shirt he gently slid to the far edge of it tucked in her skirt and smoothly pulled it exposing her light smooth skin. His movement shifted from her neck to her chest, her sighs went deeper and her struggles less violent, using both hands he brushed his fingers on her thighs as he slid lower and lower till eventually Mary’s initial screams were now loud moans of pleasure.

An hour later Mary was motionless, tired from the pleasure train she journeyed, with no clothes on she tucked the sheets closer turning on the watery mess she caused. Ricky was in the shower freshening up, Mary made contact with the wall blocking the shower, she felt much lighter and in a relaxed state than before. “You can go in.” Ricky ushered brushing his hair with his towel, his behinds clapped as they faced Mary who chuckled slightly, “So when are we getting married?” she asked settling her legs on the floor. “I am thinking.” Ricky spoke, he reached for his lotion and moisturized his hand brushing over his lower body, “Shit!” Mary clicked in disappointment. She headed for the shower grabbing one of Ricky’s shirts as her towel, as Ricky dressed in his casual clothing Mary was in a fight between herself. Thirty minutes later both sat on the sofa, Ricky had warmed up the tea she prepared initially and some sconces that had hardened.

“Ricky I have to go I can’t stay here.” Mary broke, she placed her mug and grabbed her purse and phone, “What’s wrong?” he asked confused as he commonly was. “Ricky I love you. But till I am confident and secure that you are serious about us I can’t be having this fear that all these years were a waste.” Mary stated. “But they weren’t I do love you but I need time to think.” He spoke advancing towards her, “No, till you make me secure I don’t think I can live like this. I want to stay but also make me want to because currently I don’t feel like you want to.” She muttered denying his advances. A brief silence settled before Mary stood and began her walk to the door, “Goodbye.” She bid exiting the room. Ricky sat there confused, he knew what he was supposed to do but he wasn’t brave or ready enough to face it, Mary walked down the alley, her love was strong but her insecurities were the better half, as she reached on the end of the alley into the street a tear leaked from her eye and dropped on the dry dusty stone rubble ground.