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THAT SUMMER I MET HIM

She thought he was her childhood friend, but she was wrong. It isn't him. This man is vicious, this man is cruel but against all odds, this man is the one who will take her heart.
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Chapter 6

•••

Chapter Five

CAIDEN

This was just plain ridiculous.

I can't believe this. I mean, the girl whom I'll be married with was that crazy girl whom I shouted at the park? I touched the swelling bump in the back of my head and wince, glaring at her.

She looked at me with anger and hurt. She is clenching her hands that I couldn’t help but distance myself from her. I turn to look at her again and checked her out. Hmmm, well she has a nice body and oh yeah. It will be great for her to be in my bed. My thoughts snap when I heard her irritated voice speaking "Dad can you just make this meeting fast so I could go back to sleep and rest?"

"Well, Alex. Caiden here will be staying for two months so that you two can have a good time and also, you'll be the one to be his tour guide, understand?" Her dad looked at her but she just nodded her head like the matter was nothing to her.

"Understood" she answered while moving far away from me but it gave me the urge to move closer to her. Well, I'm a tease...

"Like I really have a say" I heard her mutter beside me.

The girl, Alex, went up the stairs and disappeared. I turned to her parents as they began to talk to me. "Caiden, this is Krista," an old lady pop out from behind Mrs. Anderson and settled beside them. "She'll be the one to assist you and would guide you to your room for you know that we and your parents needed to attend the meeting with the Moore's" Mr. Anderson shook my hand while Mrs. Anderson trap me into a bear hug " Don't be shy to call me Mom," She gave me a smile before heading in their Maserati. I watch their car went off before I followed Krista upstairs.

While we walk, I notice the picture frames lining the walls. It was the girl. She was so cute and adorable, so far from that mean girl who threw a helmet at me. We reach the last room of this long hallway. Our house was big but I'm used to it, this house was new to me though it felt very familiar to me.

Krista opened the door and a room with a shade of navy blue and black welcomed me in. Hmm, just like my room back home. I went to my window and was amazed with the scenery.

A knock interrupted me, from the door -the chauffeur from a while ago carried my luggage in.

"Just put it in," I look at his nametag and acknowledge him, "Jake, then you could leave." I saw him nod as he put my things inside the room. He left without another word. Not having anything to do, I decided to just tidy things up.

I opened my luggage and brought out my laptop. I put it on the table near the window. Next my clothes then shoes. As the sun went down, I was finally finished.

I went to my bed and plan to have a nap but before I fall into my dream world a knock interrupted me. I opened it to see Krista. "Dinner is ready, Mr. Cole Ford" Krista said bowing her head.

"Give me a minute and I'll be down." I fix my shirt then checked myself in the mirror. Hey, I know I'm a man but shouldn’t we need to look nice to be attractive?

As I descend downstairs to the dining hall, I saw Alex look up and then down to her food again. Her parents are still not here so the two of us remain seated, eating, not saying a word. The silence was lingering even the clattering of our spoon and fork was barely heard.

After having her meal she went up and left me there. Krista saw me staring at Alex’s ass and slap my arm. "Hey!"

"Hey to you too, mister! Haven't you learned any manners? How could she be nice to you if you look at her like you wanted to-to-to have-“

“what?”

“Like you wanted to have sex with her?" Krista stopped, her face growing red.

"Your words not mine." and that gave me another painful slap on my shoulder. “Ow! People here are so sadist!”

“We are not sadist. You are just so bad so you need a good beating.” She raise her hand to hit me a

"No, I'm not bad. She just have a nice--" I tried to reason out which results me to receive another slap.

"Stop right there. I tell you, if you get to know her, you would really treasure her! She's a precious jewel, very sensitive, vulnerable little flower. I promise you if you forget to be an egoistic as*hole, she will get closer to you and treat you as a friend or maybe even a lover," with that she left me there astonished at her choice of words.

Hey! I didn't know that old people nowadays speak like us.

I went upstairs and strip off my clothes, settling in my boxers before I lay down on my bed. I turn off the light and fell asleep

•••

"Ow." my head bumped again at the headboard. I've been staying here for more than a week now. Sometimes I'll go out of my room and to the park but most of the time I talk on the phone with my clients.

I cursed some more and sat up. This thing usually happened to me when I have my nightmare. I usually dream of what happen to us on that car accident.

I can't remember all of the details just a little part of it. It sucks though, not to remember your name, where you live or who your parents are. When the accident happened my parents weren't with me for they went on a business trip.

I undergo a brain operation for I’ve got a head injury. I also had a leg fracture and five broken ribs. Lucky though, I'm alive. My father was furious though. He fired my driver right at that moment and from then on, every driver of mine went on a special training before they were hired.

I was in comma for five and a half month. Had a therapy for three months and a frequent headache for that whole year, but now I'm perfectly fine. Seven long years have passed since then.

I took a bath and after that walk inside the closet. I settled on a white shirt and cargo pants and went to find my running shoes. I crouch down and saw it under my bed. I locked my door, went downstairs and saw Krista putting flowers in the vase. I told her that I am going out and that I'll be back by breakfast.

As I open the door, the cool breeze blew on my face. It is a little bit cold outside but bearable. I put on my earphones and sang with ColdPlay while jogging.

Not knowing where I would go, I was brought by my feet to the park. I continue to jog and as I pass the third tree I saw a girl sitting near it, her back facing me.

I went to sit with her and ask why she's here but I'm surprise to see Alex. She glared at my hand which is resting on her shoulder. I swear, I almost felt my hand tingling with just touching her. As I was looking at her eyes, I almost felt guilty for what I did to her, but I have my reasons.

I was surprised to hear a smack, and found my head tingling. Did she just hit me? Was it her way of greeting me? I glared at her and said, "What's the matter with you?! Is that the way you treat a person which is concern for you? Tell me what your problem is!"

*smack* And that told me to shut up and not yell at her. She glare at me with those gray eyes that I found myself being hypnotize. I shook my head as I hear her start talking.

"First off, you invaded my personal space, second you shouted at me and laugh at me, and third you as$hole will be marrying me and will be staying with me for the rest of my life! "

“Well. We could easily get a divorce after that” She spit on my face and walk off without looking back.

Hey I didn't see that coming, I sat there astonished. I wiped the spit off my face, stood up and jogged unto her.

I would show her that she spit on the wrong person!

ALEX

I was sitting at the tree where I usually hang out when suddenly someone put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and I glared at him but still he didn't get the message. I smack him upside the head and he glared at me. How dare he glare at me like I'm the one which is wrong here!

"What's the matter with you?! Is that the way you treat a person which is concern for you? Tell me what your problem is! "Oh he speaks! I smack him again and glared at him.

“First off, you invaded my personal space, second you shouted and laugh at me; third, you f*cking as$hole will be marrying me and will be staying with me for the rest of my life! "

“Well. We could easily get a divorce after that” I spit on him and walk off without looking back.

I ran until I reach our neighborhood. I was about to go inside our house but I was yank by someone. I look down to see Tommy. He stared at me curiously and ask, "What's your problem Alex? Please tell me"

"It's nothing you should worry about, Tommy" I pick him up and settled him in my arms. I look behind him and sure enough the devil is standing there watching us curiously.

"Can you please stop following me Cold foot!" I glared at him and look back at Tommy but notice that he was staring at him too.

"Alex, is he the one who made you cry?" Tommy locked eyes with him and they had a staring contest. Dway-I mean Caiden bowed down after a while making me cheer. Yey! Tommy bear won.

"Kid, can you please leave us alone? I need to talk to her" The devil told my Tommy bear but he just shook his head furiously.

"No! I won't leave my sister! " and with that he force me to put him down and hug my knees closer. I smiled down at him but saw the shadow of the devil is coming closer.

He yank Tommy's hand off me and drag him out to the road.

"Alex! Help me" Tommy keep on repeating this but the devil was already dragging me back home. He locked the door and ignored Tommy's banging on the door. Caiden glared at me and I return it back.

"What do you want?" I asked after a moment of silent.

What he did surprise me.

He put his finger in his mouth, took it out and wiped it on my face. I stood there shocked. He took out his phone and took a picture of me with mouth open wide. And that made me chase him.

"You as*hole will going to pay, Rraaa!" I screamed while chasing him upstairs, but then he is a fast runner and he locked his door before I got him.

I look under and heard him laughing his fat arse! Oh, I'm going to make him pay. As I stay outside his room Krista called me out for breakfast. I went downstairs open the door and let Tommy in.

We sat on the bar stools and ate our waffles. Tommy put too much maple syrup on our waffles and that made us hyper. We even ordered Krista to make us her special hot chocolate.

As we finish all of it, an idea pops inside my head. I told Tommy about it and he also gave me his idea of revenge. We laugh hysterically as we plan the things we will do to him.

Caiden Archer Cold foot, You Are Going To PAY!

© A.G_2018

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