I TOOK big steps toward his dressing room. I didn't bother to knock on the door. I went in immediately and sat on the sofa.
"What's that for, huh?" I asked. He looked up at me without any reaction.
"Haven't you been taught good manners? Why don't you knock first before entering?"
I sighed because of what he said. "Why don't you just answer my damn question? And it looks like you should go back to school to be taught good manners." I crossed my arms on my chest and looked straight into his eyes.
I thought I was brave because of what I said, but when he stood up, I immediately backed away.
"Who are you to talked to me that way? I'm your boss!" His eyes were narrowed and intense.
I glanced away. Hell, yes. He is my boss-my freaking boss! Why did he have to repeat that to me?
"Are you going to order something? Because I still have work to do." I turned my gaze back to him with a grin on my lips.
"One more thing." He stepped closer to me again. He grabbed my arm and lowered down his face to mine.
"Before you entertain a man, make sure your work is done so we don't have any problems. If you can't stop yourself, better leave because I don't need someone like you!" he muttered coldly.
I bit my lip damn hard. How dare him! How could he easily tear me into pieces big time?
Even if I wanted to stop crying, I couldn't. Tears ran down my cheek like a river, but I didn't move because I met his gaze and his frown.
He slowly released my arm and clenched his jaw.
"I'm sorry," he said softly before he turned and walked away.
I feel like I was a robot that should never get tired, a doll that should be twisted with no emotions.
I tried to make everything okay with me. He never talked to me the whole day. Instead of calling me when he needs something, he called some staff or Jeff's P.A.
It's okay with me, but I still can't help but feel bad. I don't know how he has gotten to my mind. I can't stop thinking about him, about our fight earlier, especially what he told me.
To be honest, I was hurt by his allegations. I was just doing my job truthfully. I also know where I should be, especially in his life, but how can he be so cruel and vicious?
I couldn't help but shake my head as his smile widened while talking to some of the staff taking care of him.
Maybe I should simply leave if I have nothing else to do. I stood up and walked out of the mall without saying anything. That day, I headed straight home.
"Oh, I guess you're up early today. Have you eaten?" Dad asked me.
"Yes. I'll just rest for a while." I went straight to my room and immediately went to bed. Even if I want to sleep, I couldn't do it. My mind was preoccupied with Rex.
His words and his actions were divergent. I can't understand him anymore. One moment, I was important; the next minute, he made me feel unwanted. Why should I feel this way towards him?
I closed my eyes tightly and suddenly stand up.
I don't like this feeling. Why was he messing with my mind? I patted both cheeks before shaking my head. "No, this can't be happening! Don't let him get into your system, Cherry!"
I just forced myself to sleep because I might go crazy thinking about him if I didn't do it.
***
The next day, I woke up early to shower and prepared a delicious breakfast for Dad and Aunt Melva.
"Oh, morning. You're early today, huh?" Aunt Melva was kind to me. She even glanced at her wristwatch. And it was only past four in the morning.
"I slept early last night, and I want to cook breakfast for you." I smiled at her before continuing what I was doing.
"It's better if you sit down and have a cup of coffee. So let me cook for you instead." She approached me and snatched the spoon from me so I could do nothing but followed her.
"Thank you for taking care of dad when I'm not around," I started while sipping on my coffee.
"You don't have to say that. I should be the one thanking you for letting me and your cousin to stay here." She glanced at me while smiling.
"That's not a problem. I'm actually grateful that you're here. I'm sure someone watches over Daddy when I'm at work."
"Don't worry about Gorio. I'll take care of him, especially when you're not around."
I just smiled.
When I returned to my room to check on my cellphone, I was devastated to discover that it had run out of power. I quickly charged the phone before opening it. I was no longer surprised by the successive incoming messages from Rexon. I closed my eyes emphatically before opening the first message.
But before I could open the message, my cellphone rang. My heart was pounding when I saw who was calling-it's Rexon.
I took a few sighs before answering his call.
"Hello?" And I bit my lip after.
"Fuck! Where are you?! I texted you last night. I even called you many times, but your stupid phone was out of reach!" he started.
I couldn't speak because of the suddenness. I knew this was what he was going to say, but I seemed stunned at a depth of his resignation on the other line.
"I'm sorry?" I shook my head because of the uncontrollable stuttering.
"You didn't even bother to inform me that you were leaving yesterday! If the staff hadn't told me I wouldn't have known!" His voice was like a knife, digging deeper in my ribcage.
Again, I was dumbfounded. It's like I just want to faint from extreme nervousness. I tried to speak, but my throat got stuck.
"Where are you?" He was obviously irritated based on the tone of his voice.
"H-here at home," I uttered in reply.
"Fuck! I texted you last night that we have out of town show today and what time is it?!" He was almost screaming at the phone.
"I'm on my way," that's all I said before I turned off the call.
I packed some clothes and put them in my shoulder bag before leaving my room.
"Oh, are you going to work? Why don't you eat first?" Aunt Melva stopped me from coming out.
"No, thanks. I'll just eat breakfast at work. Please tell Dad I'm leaving early. I'll just call him later."
I said goodbye to her before leaving the house.