My eyes went wide, and a sharp chill ran through my body. “What? A-ah… th-then I’ll come with you—”
“Are you fucking insane?!” he barked, face red. “I wanna throw away the only shit in my body!” He groaned, clutching his stomach tighter. “Give me some peace, will you?!”
Stammering, I flailed, “B-but—”
“Ugh, girl, for fuck’s sake.” He growled, backing away but still glaring at me. “Don’t you dare follow me to the toilet. If you do, I’ll scream so the whole office knows how freaky you are—ugh, see you later.” He jabbed a finger at me before dashing off.
“Andi—”
“Miss Sophia?”
The voice behind me forced me to a halt. I turned, and numbness washed over me.
Could a heart stop? It shouldn’t. And yet, a single violent beat thundered in my chest the moment my eyes met his sharp, dark-brown gaze.
Because the person standing there was him.
The tall figure. The beautiful, poisonous yet mesmerizing man who had once been my world by existing. Seeing his face up close, breathing in his scent, memories of us slammed back into me, replaying in my head, heating my chest.
Those dark brown eyes looked at me with sharp coldness. Foreign.
He was different. Older.Changed.
His skin, once pale, was now sun-kissed. He was taller, broader, ripped—easily six-foot-four? And his thick black waves were neatly trimmed.
The same man.But no longer the same.
His eyes were dark and scorching, burned into me like a white fire, until the pain turned tangible. I recoiled, stepping back. My body trembled, and heat ignited behind my eyes again.
He shook his head, breaking our eye contact with a heavy sigh. His gaze swept the surroundings, wary and deliberate, refusing to meet my gaze.
My chest crushed.
The kind, gentle, warm Zioh.
My hero.
Gone.
“Miss Sophia?”
The woman beside him jolted me back to reality. I blinked at her, finally noticing her. She was stunning—her pale skin, light-blonde hair, with light-gray eyes—foreign, radiant, elegant.
She gave me a warm smile. “Miss Sophia, right? I’m Natasha, Mr Zioh’s PA,” she said, extending her hand.
Natasha.
The girl who texted me on his phone last night.
Shaking her hand, I stammered. “I-I’m sorry. I-I mean, yes, yes, I’m Tshabina Sophia.”
I glanced at Zioh again. His face was still blank, scanning the lobby like I wasn’t even here.
“So, shall we begin the meeting?” Natasha’s voice snapped me back.
Wait. Meeting?
What did she mean by meeting?
