CEO'S Impolite Love

When there is no end for sorrows.

CARA.

Moving down from the hospital hall, carefully inspecting around all the hospital beds I see, I reached near a board above stuck to the wall, explaining direction, and there I saw naming 'waiting room.' I sighed in relief and went to the edge, locating the waiting room. Hanging my head inside I checked to see him inside, and thankfully there he survived, sitting there with his hand on his head. A band-aid around his forehead, groaning in pain with his fake cry.

And over his fake reactions, my temper was out of my command,

"You know you are such a fucking bastard!!" I yelled loudly at him without reciting that I am in the hospital, the nurse passed me a glare and I apologized.

"Look I am sorry. Don't tell mom, she will be a lot more hurt than I am. " He insisted on zipping my mouth.

"If you do care about her. Then what the heck you are doing James?" I asked him, tired from his constant injury and him in the hospital. "I will shut my mouth this time. If you will promise to leave those thug friends of yours." I threatened him and he sighed.

"You know I can't do that. They are the only thing brother left me after he died." He teared up and got depressed again as I went and sat near him.

"What was the reason this time? " I asked him as he looked at my face and smiled.

"We saved a girl from getting raped. " He said and I raised my eyebrows in shock and confusion.

"What?? "

"Yeah she was on her way somewhere and we were behind her but then some man dragged her in an alley. So we went and saved her. " He said while my mind was wondering on not to yell 'What the fuck ' in hospital with kids

Calm my darling. Calm.

"And do you realize, that this can be a police case? " I queried him as he nodded.

"Who cares? She was saved that's all that matters doesn't it? " He asked me and I couldn't deny the fact.

"Whatever. Let's go home. Call mom and talk with her nicely. And don't beg her, to not come to visit because she gets more suspicious. Understood? " I asked him and he nodded.

The apple of my parent's eyes. And a total trouble maker. While I am his forever savior ever since brother died.

Leaving the hospital a bike passed me, throwing me to the ground. I tried to read the number but it was all zero and the man was under his helmet.

"What the fuck!!! " While James screamed from his spot as he ran towards me and picked me up to stand. "Are you okay? " He asked me to check for any injuries from to down.

And then an egg landed on my head, some group of people running towards us. With some boards hovering over their heads.

'RAPIST'

They ran over us and started to throw eggs and tomatoes. There are tomatoes all over me. There are eggs over my head and face while there are shoes and slippers too. They all were chanting rapists. While James was shocked.

After hitting us for a while they ran over me and James and started to hit us with their foot and hand as we fell on the ground.

I hugged James, makings sure he doesn't hurt since he was the center for all the wrath.

"Cara...why...are - they hitting us?? " Under the chaos, he managed to ask me for a question and I was shocked with what was happening?

"How can you rape an innocent girl? "

"Because of people like you, girls are scared to go out!! "

"You should die!!"

"You should die!!! "

They all keep yelling at us while I hugged him tighter.

"Death is too small!!! " A loud voice came from the opposite directions. They all turned to look at the man as well as we.

A man in a suit with his hands in his pocket was walking over.

"They must repay the same way."

Chapter 1: Caffeine greeting.

CARA.

I jogged downstairs, coming out of my room that I haven't left for a while now, depressed! I hung my head out of the stairwell and peeked at James with his group of friends, all were rugged and goon like people, with these immense scars on their bodies and big tattoos, dangerous ones on their whole arms. I don't even understand what they do?

Usually, James has forbidden me from coming out of the room if he is home, he doesn't like it when his men see me in me. And even though he is my little brother, I am somewhat scared of his wrath.

There he was sitting with his men, who were just so lost in a deep conversation they were having. Which I bare no idea, what was that about? And dare I ever ask them. I am highly forbidden to.

"Hii Cara!" His friend, Morris with this large blonde head and shirt all open, tempting body, called out to me. And I was crunching my eyes, that James probably heard him, he will not let this go, will he? James turned, as soon as he heard my name. "Why are you out?" He yelped me, he was fiery but how displeased he was from me being here was clear on his face.

I smiled at the man and he didn't give me anything in return then his blank face.

"Hey!" I timidly said to him, and the others who had their eyes on me. But one among them was giving me this weird striking look, that was making my inner fear him. As expected James kept his hands on his shoulder and I can feel him squishing his muscles, with all his strength as he whirled his head towards the innocent guy.

"She is my sister and the only girl in this world, who is out of your reach. Go find someone else if you are feeling desperate to fuck!" He warned him as the guy gave a slight nod before he took his eyes back to the matter. I felt overwhelmed by his protective side, at some extent it's cute but to the latter, it's scarier

"Why are you down? I have warned you not to come out?" He asked me, I fear the dead and cold glare he was passing me. "Yes, I came out for some food you have been out here from early morning, I haven't even had breakfast yet!" I told him. He took his rough eyes from me.

After I just walked out and away from the circle towards the attached kitchen with the hallway and made myself a sandwich the length I was preparing, no one uttered a word of business. Am I wondering what they talk about and do?

Does that need to be so secretive?

I miss the old James. The one who was timid a little boy. Before everything that has happened to me. The things I yet have to overcome. A lot changed after he came out of jail.

As if he is an entirely different person.

~

I came back from downstairs a while ago, though finally, the wide presence around my house felt like right now. No one was around and his friend's

assumption. They have a big presence. When they are here, I can feel them from up in my room. The way they laugh loudly kinda sends my nerve in dismay.

I haven't talked to James about everything, I feel about his friends. But I don't Iike this gathering and the conversations they have.

I can't forever be worried about him. When he barely lets me know what is happening.

I was all set and ready, looking at myself for the last time in the mirror. It's been so long since I have come out in public. Nearly never. All the news that had flashed about me and him for the past years. It has been a long time. No one will recognise me. Will they?

"Where are you going?" I heard someone at the door. James, "I have a job interview." I told him, his frown clouding over his forehead.

"You don't need to work?" he asked me, more like a command. He came my way, the excruciating look in his sight had me trembling. I am not scared of him. Maybe.

But his presence around me is not very pleasant.

"I need to face the world someday, James. I think I am ready now. Don't stop me. I will follow the rules you have for me. I promise," I told him. He took a deep inhale to release the frustration he was feeling for not having an upper hand on me to make me stay at home for eternity.

"Fine, I want you to have changed too. Just know, a single word and I will kill anyone for you," he informed me. And leaning over my head, on which I flinch unwantedly. He kept a smooch on my head.

"Best of luck!"

It feels weird when he shows affection toward me.

~

Coming out in the world. As expected, no one recognised me. And that kind of built up my courage at high as if I was back to those years of my life. Before everything was ruined.

I went in for the first interview with a man, but my certificates and the extra year break in my life weren't meeting their standard enough. Got discouraged from the beginning. On the way to the second one, I ruined this one.

Sighing and almost giving up for today I went inside the last interview and saw a man sitting with his glasses on at the café table. I don't understand why was he taking a formal interview at a café? He was a man in his thirties.

His eyes came my way, the bell ringing on the door. He stood up as soon as he looked at me.

"Are you here for an interview?" He queried me, while I entered the cafe.

"Yes." I nodded and sat on the chair.

"Did I ask you to sit?" He asked me, I stood again, figuring out already how much of a jerk he is.

I need the job, You need the job, Cara.

"Bring me a latte and blueberry, cherry pastry. Along with a side mango with no pulp juice having a sour taste more than the sweet. As well as make sure the pastry is sugar-free and the latte must have chocolate sprinkles and a hot double espresso to go. As well as four Americano, two lattes with no sugar, three one-shot espressos and ice Americano, and seven milk tea. Three masala tea. Two vanilla pastries, four chocolate pastries, and orange juice with extra pulp in it." He ordered me and gave me a card on the table. As soon as I arrived, my jaw dropped at his list which I was in doubt if I remember. So many names. What was? How much? But I couldn't say no in this situation after failing two interviews already, So I went nodded and went towards the counter and started to count all that I remember.

"Ma'am, may I help you? " The guy asked me as I nodded and started to speak. I tried naming all the things he said. The other way around, the going ones first and then those he is going to eat. In the beginning, the man got confused but then he started to write them down. After a brief moment of recollecting and telling.

The man nodded and went to bring my order. It was quite a while after he came back with so many things. And asked me to leave with them. I looked at my interviewer who was staring at me and smiling. Instead of coming and helping me to pick them up.

"Bring all at once. I hate waiting. " He said from his seat.

Asshole!

I started to pick things trying to take them all in my hand. Some are hanging in my fingers. Some are hanging on my wrist. The trays are in my arms and other trays are tucked between my rib and my wrist. And started to walk towards the chair.

Go for it! You can take it there, you can do it, Cara!

Go for it!

You can do it!

You can do it!

And bam. They all were on the table.

"Good." The man said to me and stood. "Now take it all to the main office. You can pass the trays later. "

What the fuck!

"Go! " He said and made me pick them all again.

I taking them in my hands again followed his asshole ass.

It was not a long way. The same building in which the cafe was located. Going inside the gate. I witnessed an immensely big company with so many employees, dressed in so beautiful clothes as well as so pretty female employees.

If I get to work in a company like this- I was lost in contemplation of the place, while I collided!

I fell to the ground with all the drinks and pastry on a man and me. My clothes and everything were dirty. The coffee cup was all over my head.

Everyone halted and started to stare at us.

The drink dripping from my head, my chin rising to glance at the man who led things this way?

Meanwhile, he was too shunned to speak and say anything. Looking at nowhere in the air with his jaw tightening. He was this tall and lean man with the muscles that were seen thorough under the white shirt. His dampened muscles, abs.

Finding him that way, I ended up rising temptation in me. Even when I was in no position to feel this way inside my chest.

"If possible start using your eyes," The man gritted at me and started to leave.

And the man who made me like this came and gave me his hand.

"You are hired." He said, helping me up.

While I was astounded by the information.

"What do you mean Sir?" I asked him as he smiled.

"You are the new assistant manager, of the man who just left. Greyson Luis. "

GREYSON.

I was pissed at the stupid girl. Took my jacket off and went towards my car. But looking that Debby was more responsible for this. I was rather very angry at him. I know he must be having a little entertainment for himself as usual.

He for his jerky amusement forced some random girl again to do the work for him.

He is being more and more damn asshole every day.

I sat in my car, hitting the accelerator. My phone rang beside me. Looking at the name surfacing up, I just silenced the phone. I don't want to pick it up. Every time I see her or talk to her. All the things surface right before me. And I don't like it when they do.

No matter how much I am trying to forget things, everything keeps surfacing before me. Just back there, I felt like I saw her. I saw, in that girl. The memories are colliding with my reality lately. I took a deep breath, parking my car outside the shop. Where I can maybe have a change of clothes. I entered the store. Picking up the same shirt I was wearing and changed in quickly.

I came out, taking out the bill. I just went back in the car. The call still surfacing. I just couldn't take the irritation anymore. And I just picked it up.

"When are you coming home? " Lily asked me, she knows I don't like her taking all the time from my call, so just begins with the question that she wanted to ask in the first place.

"Grandma is missing you dearly, and I have caused some trouble." She continued, scrunching my eyes, displeased. "How many times it have been Lily? I told you! I am not going to tolerate this abdominal behaviour from you." I yelled at her, from this side. When I heard her sobbing.

Here it goes, all the crying and headaches. Damn!

"I wasn't wishing that I cause trouble. They keep calling me! " She froze on that I can't already assume, what they said that she ain't telling it out loud in words. She must be devasted. I shouldn't shriek at her.

"I'll come soon," I assured her that I am going to be there as soon as possible. She heard me and went silent on the other side. She is not that aged. But she has taken things in more wisely than I have, she knows that what she is? And what she should say. "It isn't cheery on the cake for me too, to call you. Unless I am desperate. It wouldn't hurt you if you just don't screen me. And rather pick up." She hung up the call right after she said that making me feel like the bad guy here.

Well, it ain't a lie that I was screening her calls. But the cherry on the cake kinda kicked me. Our relationship is not great. But she just admitted it felt bad.

~

Finally ending my meetings, one after another. I came back and sat down in my car.

I feel like I saw her. Once again. Was it her? I just turned the car. And wanted to follow her, Wait! The clothes. The way they are dirty? Is she, or is she the girl I collided with within the office.?The brunette? I saw the same pastry girl looking depressed.

While she walked with her hand, clutching the purse strap. And she was staring at the ground. She was walking unhinged that the people were glaring at her with disgust. While a young body with his bike, just ran through her and collided with her making her fall down.

Indeed she doesn't own eyes.

While I still couldn't see her face clear, for if it was her. I just waited for her to look up and show me her face clearer. Because right now, I was on a road, and she was sitting on the ground. The boy ran off with his bike.

But what more stunned me was she was that she was laughing right now, After falling like a kid she was laughing instead of being embarrassed. Was she born yesterday? How come she can laugh when she is sitting on the floor, her dresses covered in food. And laughing.

If it was me, I would have run away and would have never come back to this market but she was different. Like a normal person,

She was smiling as she attempted to stand up and cleaned her with some little shovelling.

Is she Mentally retarded? Because nothing is normal for me. It felt like she was loving every moment, she was having in this world rather been sunk in desperation of death like me. or wondering when the world will end. I guess I have missed reading her face. She can never be that woman who has been through the worsts of her life.

A person who has been through such things will ask for nothing more than death.

She passed through me but didn't see me. And somewhat I was thankful for this.

And hell! She just stepped in a puddle. And she laughed again. Looking down. While she kicked once again.

What the heck??

She was happy in the puddle. And looking at that some kids too went to her and did the same things.

Gosh!!!

This was destroying my nerves. I tried to ignore this and started to walk again but this was too hard for me.

How can someone ignore a walking joker?

I am damn sure, she is not her. But I couldn't help and wonder what was next?

After a few struggles., I finally started the my car and once again I kept following her. But refused to drive. Since I was wanting to keep looking at the girl.

What next is she going to do now? What trouble is she going to be in next? And how will she react to that?

How can someone still be smiling if just had a bad day?

And how can I just cannot at all?

After her play in the puddle, she came out and folded the bottom of her formal trousers and started to walk again.

And a in few seconds she was lost and gone.

I started my car and turned to follow her. And started to drive in the slow face behind her. Looking at her.

Hitting the pebbles on the ground, while walking. Or how she dragged the paper ball for half-hour. She play with her purse as she kept throwing it in the air and catching it. How she was swaying and singing in murmurTheyThe saw she was saying hi to all the kids passing by her. Or how randomly she was helping the holders to pick up there heavy bags.

Or how she wasn't lost in her phone while walking like others. How she was not taking selfies or making videos.

But then all the moments stopped as she turned to walk under the alley. On which my car can't follow. So I walked out of my car and started to walk behind her. It was small and dark. But she was not afraid.

While following her, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and remembered that I need to be home early and that someone was waiting.

But before I could realize that I was following some random girl I met once. The girl hit me and I was thrown on the wall. She locked me on the wall as I saw her entire face. Then just her half-face which was covered with her hair all this time.

"Why are you following me? " She asked me and I started to cough because even I don't know why am I?

I won't say I was scared. But I was surprised.

"I was not following you. " I said to her, trying not to meet her eyes.

"Really? Then driving on 2 km/hr is your way? " She asked sarcastically to me. And I realized that the call was on the pick.

Lily must be hearing all this.

"Look I wasn't following you. I was just typing on my phone all this while. So I slowed my pace.

I said to her and she left me scoffing.

"Whatever. If you will get caught again. My brother will make sure, you won't be able to drive or walk either. So just leave." She said to me, and let me go. And started to walk away.

She was alone with me. In this dark alley and she was not afraid, scared at all.

Someone can do anything.

Not my concern though. I shrugged and started to walk away but then I saw a group of men walking in the alley. They were looking like thugs.

I can't leave her alone like this. They don't look like good people. One of them passed me a glare as he crossed me. But I pivoted at looked at the girl.

And she was smiling.

The man who glared at me, went to her and caressed her head, and started to walk with her

What the hell? She is friends with thugs?

~

I walked inside the company as all the employees greeted me morning. I went inside the elevator. As a huge yell came for stopping. And it was a familiar voice.

Who was it? I think I have heard it before?

Who is it??

And then the same girl, from before the weekend came in front of me.

The one I kept thinking about the whole time in these last two days.

She looked at me, and the smile on her face disappear. Instead of coming in, she decided to stay there.

"Aren't you coming inside? " I asked her but she twitched the side of her lips and looked away.

"I don't know what you are going to do inside. " She said and scoffed.

What??

The door closed, at this. And the elevator began.

I went to the top floor, locating my office.

Debby greeted me as soon as he saw me. And then behind me, the same girl came. I was shocked at looking at her. My office is the only thing on the floor.

"Greyson, She is your new assistant."

"What??!!! " We both yelled at the same time.

"Yeah " He nodded. And then she released the words I couldn't digest well.

"He is a damn pervert!!! "