26 | hysterical

(adj) affected by or deriving from wildly uncontrolled emotion

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                    "How. Much. Longer. Will. This. Take?" I gritted my teeth, glaring at Mr. Frost, sitting opposite of me.

His face remained neutral.

"A few more minutes." He said, his voice calm.

"You said the same thing two hours ago and we are still here!" I said frustratedly and huffed, crossing my arms over my chest and leaned back on the sofa.

Me and Mr. Frost have been waiting in the waiting room outside the meeting room for the meeting to finish, but it has being going on and on and on and on and on and on--

Ok, you probably get it.

I felt my legs tingle from the cold and I crossed them over, trying to keep them warm.

"Who removed my pants? Who undressed me?" I asked Mr. Frost and he blinked twice, keeping a straight face before answering, "Mr. J."

Oh my god.

The door of the meeting room opened. Another huge man, with a french beard and his hair tied in a pony tail came out and walked away.

Every five minutes someone comes out of the door and leaves the meeting.

I don't know what kind of meeting this is.

Frustration and annoyance fills me from my head to toe. I take a deep breath. I want to shout, have a tantrum and beat my hands on the ground like a toddler. And, I control the urge to rip that permanent stern frown on Mr. Frost's face.

Does he ever smile?

Does he feel?

God.

He is horrible.

I need happiness. I need laughter. I need fun. And, it is all behind that goddamn door.

If you never go after what you want, you would never have it.

A famous quote I had read before flashed through my mind.

"Screw this!" I shouted, standing up from my sitting position and walked towards the door. I was too fast for Mr. Frost to process what I was doing. I heard him give me warning, but I couldn't hear them. They were blocked by my blinding rage. I twisted the knob and pushed the door open.

"No. Pleas--"

The man's voice stopped mid-air and I saw a man sitting in a chair, looking really afraid and his eyes narrowed in on me, curiously.

"What are you looking at?" I heard the low erotic voice of the man I love say, and immediately looked up to see him glaring at the man sitting on the chair.

My heart stopped.

It was the first time I have seen him off-session. Without the jacket. And, he looked fresh. So handsome, my knees went weak.

His tousled electric green hair was thick and lustrous. The mesmerising deep ocean blue eyes, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. His face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He had a serious expression. His usually playful smile had drawn into a hard line across his face. His perfect lips ripe for the kissing.

I couldn't see his chest. It was fully covered. He was wearing a full black suit. Even his shirt was black. Part of me wished I could. The other very small part said I should get ahold of myself. I let out a shaky sigh.

The man infront of him shook his head vigorously, sweat droplets riding down his broad forehead. "No, I'm--"

"Shut up!" Mr. J shouted at the man.

That's when I remembered why I had come bursting in, in the first place.

"Mr. J?" I called, and he whipped his head around to see me.

His eyes went bright and a smile danced on his lips, once he saw me and I couldn't help but blush as I walk towards him.

"Dr. Quinzel! How nice of you to join me." Mr. J said, a wide grin on his face.

"I brought you food." I said, pointing at the plate, and I looked up to see his eyes roaming over my bare legs.

My face turned into a tomato.

"Where are your pants?" He asked, and I raised my eyebrow at him.

"How do I know? You removed them." I asked, folding my arms across my chest. He looked up, and narrowed his eyes at me, after a few seconds of silence he said, "You removed them yourself." He says and I tried to suppress a smile.

Aw, he is lying to me.

He probably doesnt want me to think that he has a soft side for me. Well, I will just play along for now.

"Oh." I said, still trying to suppress a goofy grin trying to spread on my face.

"Gecko!" He shouted all of a sudden and I didn't flinch at all. "Get her pants!" He continued shouting and then gave me a wide grin.

I smiled back, hopping slightly on the spot. His eyes slowly travelled to my hand that held the gun and he grinned again. "I see you found my gun."

I held up the gun in my hand and bit my lip. "I like it."

"Keep it." He said, his voice erotic and low, sending tingles all over my body which craved his touch, giving me a grin and I raised my eyebrows in surprise before jumping happily.

"Ma'am."

I heard a man say and looked behind to see a guy with a pants. It was not mine. But, it was black and sleek looking.

I grabbed the pants and pulled it on my legs, tucking the white shirt in my pants, before giving Mr. J a wink to which he laughed at.

His next words made my smile drop.

"Frost ... Bring her home." Mr. J said and I whipped my head around to look at him in shock.

I felt a sharp pain in my chest and my eyes widened at what I just heard. Why do I feel like this? Was I expecting something more? Maybe I was. I was expecting him to make me stay here. Not make me go.

Does he not like me?

"What?" I breathed out, turning my head around to look at him.

"You may go home now." He said, his voice low and his hand pointing towards the door.

The way he said it made my insides break. It was as if he was indirectly asking me to get the eff out.

"I don't want to go home." I managed to finally say, a shaky breath followed as I stared into his cerulean eyes, begging him in my mind to say stay.

"Where do you want to go then?" He asked, clapping his hands together in annoyance, but smiled nonetheless.

My heart raced. This great pounding, this great pressure; every beat. I could hear it, I could feel it.

"I want to stay." I say slowly in a low voice. "Here."

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