Chapter 8 I trust you!

That was the hand I had used to punch the elevator walls, how did he find out?

It turned out, it didn't bleed but, it still hurt. He wouldn't care about that, right?

His hand felt nice on mine. It was warm and smooth compared to mine. My fingers weren't long or slender like how you would describe a girls' but I couldn't be blamed for that.

My rough palms were unlike that of a girls' either. I did so many manual labour and fighting over the years, that, was to blame. But looking at my hands, they retained a few traces of femininity.

"Ouch!" I felt a slight pain as he pressed on my knuckles. Turns out, I really broke them.

How was I still able to hold the steering wheel so firmly without feeling it? Yet, he noticed. I drew back my hand.

"You're hurt!" He pointed out

"Not your business, though." I replied, sounding a bit rude. He took hold of my hand again, despite my resolve.

"You work under me, so your business is my business. Follow me!" He dragged me to the kitchen. I sneered at him. Was he playing the nice boss now? What exactly did he want to do? "Sit!"

"I'm not a damn dog!" I said feeling offended. I folded my arms and continued to sneer at him.

"Just sit on that stool and stop acting like you're 12!" He glared at me and I flinched.

Without a second to waste, I sat down on the kitchen stool and lowered my head. This guy could be so scary sometimes.

Seeing that I had behaved, he went to a cupboard and took out a first-aid box. He walked towards me and dropped the box on the table. He opened it and took out a bandaid.

While all this was going on, I couldn't help but admire his looks. He was indeed Mr Perfect. He had caught what no other guy could, my attention!

I continued from my last observation. His nose looked like one that had come out of a famous model in the front of vogue magazines. It was pointed but not too pointed, it held the right angle.

Moving down to his lips, gosh, they looked soft and smooth. I wondered how they would feel when brushed against my palms.

I watched as they patted each other but heard no sound come out. If I could just feel them for a moment. I gulped feeling my cheeks burn again. What was I thinking all of a sudden?

Oscar snapped his fingers at me and I immediately came back to reality. I looked at my hand, it was neatly and perfectly wrapped.

"Gosh, is every damn thing about you perfect?" I subconciously let my thought out.

"No!" Oscar answered and I looked up confused. Did I just ask a question? "You asked if everything about me is perfect and I said, no!"

"Did I say that out loud?" I covered my face. How could I have said that out loud? Oscar stared at me inquisitively. I guess he couldn't tell what I was thinking and once again, thought of me as weird.

Then again, I looked at my wrapped knuckle. It hurt less now. I looked up at him. Honestly, I couldn't remember when last someone cared for me?

Although he seemed scary and cold a lot of times, he's actually quite a caring person. Is there a reason why he acts so cold and aloof to everyone? Did it have to do with this house being empty? Was he lonely?

"Kid, do you have sisters?" He asked and I sighed. I shouldn't feel pity for a stranger, especially a rich one.

"I said I'm 23, and no! I don't have sisters nor brothers. I am an only child to a broken home." I blurted out. On realizing what I said, I smiled awkwardly. "Forget that last part!"

"Fine by me!" He said and took off his coat. "You can't leave just yet." I gave him the 'why not?' look and he answered "More will be waiting. Strangely enough, they never attack when it's dark." I didn't understand why either but just nodded.

"So boss, how come you've got no maids or even guards guarding the house?"

I asked even though I knew I shouldn't but the curiosity was killing me. I thought he'd get mad but instead, looked at me with a sad expression.

"I don't mean to intrude in your private life, I just wanted to know if there was anyone to look out for. I don't want a situation where a guy walks in and I take em for a killer, you know?"

"I understand!" He said with a soft expression which took me by surprise.

Was this the same man whom I saw as terrifying and unapproachable? It's true that you only get to see a person's true nature when you get close to them. Instead of fierce, he looked rather lonely.

"If you don't want to talk about it, it's cool!"

"No, you should know since you're here." He loosened his tie, took it off and dropped it on the chair, where he dropped his coat.

After taking off his tie, he released two buttons from his shirt, revealing his collar bone. I felt tempted to touch it but held myself back. There was no way he wouldn't see me as a pervert if I did that.

"The reason why the place is empty," he began "...is because I don't trust anyone." He said and lowered his head "It's not that I don't want to but I can't, it's too dangerous!"

Wow, way to ruin the atmosphere!

"Those guys after me are sent by someone very powerful."

"Um, excuse me but, I don't think there's anyone more powerful than the Kings when doing business. Anyone else would just be an inch higher plus, they wouldn't have any reason to assassinate you seeing as you're not in the same line of business. So technically speaking, the only ones who can hurt you are the kings themselves!" I concluded and he gave me a nod.

My eyes widened in shock. This was too much to take in. I felt like I had entered the rich people plot of family plotting against one another. How surreal?!

"And your family's plotting against you because...?"

"I'm an illegitimate child!" He dropped the bombshell. Did I hear that right? "My mother was a mistress before she left. My father's wife despises me and treats me as a threat to her son's future. She doesn't want me to get a single penny from my father and I don't want it. All that I have today, I have raised from scratch."

"Then shouldn't she be happy you're not in her son's way anymore?" I asked but he shook his head.

"She's mad that I'm progressing. She wants me to fall flat with nothing to my name. She wants me dead!" I was speechless. Heartless people were never far from those who progressed. As much as I wanted to pity him, I found myself fascinated by everything. Who knew I would get to experience such a thing as 'the rich feud'? How cool was that?

"What about your father? Doesn't he want you? Why is he letting them do this to you?" I asked

"My father is currently bedridden. They won't let me see him because if he knew what they were up to, he'd have them killed without a second thought. That's how much I mean to him. So, I suspect they had a hand in his condition as to keep him in the dark concerning their activities." This was too much to take.

But at least, his father loved him and his mother...she left like mine did, how pitiful are we? But at least I didn't have assassins following my every move, so how did I suddenly jump into this boat?

"It's not likely to see a mistress's son being valued to such an extent!" I said

"And it's the exact reason why they want me dead. They're scared my father would 'will' all his property to me and leave them penniless."

"Tch, that's exciting!" I exclaimed "They totally deserve to be penniless. I'd like to see the reaction on their faces once the 'will' is out. Not that I wish your father dead or anything." I smiled awkwardly. "But, shouldn't you deal with them before it gets out of control? I mean, you don't plan to hide away forever, right?"

"I've got it all planned out." He said confidently "That's why for now, I can't have maids or guards around. I'm trying to be careful. No one knows when I'll get killed in my sleep. I might even get poisoned to death without realizing." His words made sense and I nodded

"Oh, that's why you didn't drink the water I gave you!" I pointed o

ut on realizing and he nodded.

"I needed to make sure you weren't one of them." He shoved his fingers through his hair. This action looked so sexy and as I worshipped that perfect pose, he said. "I trust you!"

'Wow! When did I earn such honors? I must be dreaming'