Their End, My Beginning

Chapter 17

When he retained his composure, I remembered that we were in a room with at least 15 people waiting

for me to say something, and with a cough I took a deep breath and started my presentation. I thought I

would stutter in between or at least forget but something inside me burned as I looked at his I-don’t-

care-about-anything attitude, which made me say something and by the looks of my chief I knew what I

was saying is not rubbish and it makes sense but if u ask me later what it was, I wouldn’t even say hell

I wouldn’t even remember a word from what I am saying.

As I was done with my presentation, I looked at everyone or everything except those blue eyes. There

were a few seconds were I passed by his eyes and I could see the anger in his eyes. I don’t know why

he is angry, is it because of me? What did I do to for him to me mad? To be honest, if it is anybody who

should be angry, it should be me. The way he fools around with new girl everyday hurts me but what

hurts me more is how he looks like a stranger to me.

As everyone discussed on my presentation, I was thinking for a reason to why is the way he is now. Is

it because of his parents’ death? The moment we heard of that news my parents and I tried to call him,

we even went to the hostel where he stays to support him, but he was nowhere to be found. From that

day onwards we lost all contacts with him. It was as if he vanished.

Ryder was the last person I thought to be the so-called cold icy handsome CEO. Wasn’t his company’s

name Scott enterprises how did it became Waynst and what does it mean? If I should think about

anything right now, it should be if they will accept my designs instead of why he is here. If his anger

were of any hints, I was very much sure that we won’t get the deal. But his words shocked me.

“Yes, we accept your designs bring that to my office next thing in the morning. We will discuss the rest

in my office.” He said firmly after he stood up and left soon after his words were out. And here I was

thinking on ways to keep my job after this deal was not accepted, and shock is a simple version of what

I was feeling. Should I be happy because he agreed to my designs, meaning I will get to see him more

often? Or should I be sad, angry that he doesn’t acknowledge me and looks at me as if I am a stranger.

For now, I should think about how to get out of the tight, literally breathtaking hugs from my chief and

friends.

*POV of Ryder Scott

Today morning, I was pissed as the person in-charge of our new building said he was taking leave and

that is the reason for why I had to go to the Simiona Architects. But little did I know soon the last thing

on my mind will be why he took leave.

As I entered the room, I saw the most beautiful woman I have seen in my entire life. My woman. Or

was my woman. The mere thought of her being someone else angered me, but the main reason why

we are not together is because of me. When I locked my eyes with her beautiful hazel eyes, I felt

different emotions igniting in me which only held anger the past five years. Her eyes were my

weakness. I could sit the whole day doing nothing with no complaints looking at her eyes, and me

saying that is a big thing considering me to be the restless type of person I hate sitting idle doing

nothing.

I felt relieved, happy to see her, above all, love. The moment I realised I felt something I had trained

myself not to feel, I retained my cold icy composure I made all these years. She was truly something.

All these years I have met many women, slept with almost half of this city, but no one has made me

feel the way she has made me feel just by a look which was hardly for 5 seconds.

As she was doing her presentations with all the hand gestures and the best presentation and designs I

never seen before, I heard nothing but her sweat voice and the memories it brought me back to. The

days I used to lie on her lap and the way she used to massage my head with those skillful hands and Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

talk. When her presentation was over, I realised I heard nothing at all throughout the 30-minute

presentation.

When it was time to decide whether to accept their design, I heard men talk about how excellent the

designs and presentation were, and that left me to say whether I should accept it. Everything in me

screamed to say no because accepting the designs means I will have to see her every day and that

means the cold cover I have created will be broken down. But I cannot decline it and say the reason as

I don’t want her to work with me because I still love her and that she will be able to make me return to

my old self, which is something I cannot do. It is too late to return.

The business mind in me won, and I agreed to it and asked her to meet me in the morning. Only god

knows what will happen in the future. Will I return to who I was before? Will she melt my icy heart? Is it

too late to be the old me? Only time will tell.