Lisa's POV :

I rushed to the washroom as soon as he backed-off. My heart felt weak as I washed myself. He must have heard my heavy breaths and unstable heartbeat. I felt so embarrassed, that I almost took an hour to shower so, I don't  face him. I was about to come out when I heard a raspy voice.

"Don't you think you are taking alot of time?" 

Shit. Is he still there? But why? Oh no. I cannot go out then. Aishhhh.

"Aren't you gonna come out? It's almost evening."  I could imagine him smiling.

"Wh-why are you still there?"  I helped myself to spit a phrase.

"Don't worry. I was not standing here for an hour. I just came to tell you that lunch is ready. As I told you, I won't even touch you if you don't allow. "

I opened the door and got out. He was no longer there. I dried my wet hair and went down for the lunch. He wasn't even at the table. Marie, the caretaker told me that he went out for a business. 

"It's good then. I won't be able to face him, if he is not here."  I told myself.  

"What should I do? I am sooo bored."  I murmured softly. I wandered around the house, so that it consumes my time. I went to see the library, the study and even went to the garden but none filled my interest. Everything was just not my type. The wall of the living room was painted matte black with thin white stripes. Everything was so luxurious but not my type. The only tone of color in the whole penthouse was; black. I don't know why but the black, grey and white tone just made me feel cold. That is the reason I prefer violet and yellow. They are warm and soothing. The whole house felt so incomplete and empty, as if it was missing something. It can be called a house but not a home. This is what I thought sincerely.

I went to the kitchen to fetch some water when I realized that someone is standing across the counter. His damp stare was now on me. I felt myself glued to the floor after seeing him like that. He had tears in his eyes. Why?

"Ar- are you ok-okay?"  I stammered.

"Oh, actually no. I am not." He told me while wiping his tears.

"What happened? Why are you crying?" I asked worried because it has been ages since I saw a guy crying. He pulled out his hand which was before holding the counter, showing me his bleeding wound present right on the center of his palm.

"Ho-how?"  I rushed to get a look at his hand. It was bleeding bad. I looked at the floor and I saw broken pieces of glass red with blood.

"Come with me. Let's treat this first and then go to a clinic." I said in a small voice.

"No, it's okay." He smiled and pulled of his hand still whimpering like a injured Puppy. I took his hand again and dragged him to the couch. From the cabinet, I brought the med box and took out the ointment and bandages.

"It will hurt a little. Pinch my hand when it is too much." I told him as he continued to stare me with wet eyes. I placed the cotton to his wound, to which he shrieked but didn't pinch me. I slowly cleaned the wound, putted on some ointment and covered his hand with bandage.

"You are now good to go. Look, it is fine now. It will be okay."  I told him while showing him his palm.

"Thankyou but it was not needed." He faked a smile.

"It was. Anyways, why did this happen?"  I asked.

"I wanted it that way."  He told me to which my eyes grew big due to shock.

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