~~~Steve's POV~~~

"I've better company now." She smirked and bloody damn walked away.

I felt like killing my own best friend. He is so changed. He used to be downright rude and mean to everybody like me. But with her, he was so good. I don't know this is kind of frustrating. It's unbelievable. I fail to understand. God help me!

Just her. Why? Why does she catch my attention? Why doesn't she understand? She is so different and good. She doesn't put up a facade, I know now. She is a hell of a person. She is strong, she is responsible, she is successful, she is down to earth, she is contented, she is glamorous, she is graceful, she is so nice to everyone, she's social, she's caring, she is forgiving, she is professional, she's dignified, she's so diverse yet so good, she's is just so different from what I used to think of a woman.
I can't bloody concentrate on anything. From a tiny spot she has grown into a big room into my head.
She is rude to me, she cares for me but doesn't want to show it, she doesn't pay heed to me, she doesn't get affected by me. I don't know why.

She's perfect.
Oh you're d..

|=*(|<!|\|(# stop it.
She is perfect.
And I'M NOT drugged.

She is heartless. She is fake. She is mean. She's pathetic. She is discourteous.
Excuse me. She is the one of the most courteous people in my life.
Except with me.
But she is
No...

God this mess.
I slammed my fist on the side table, where the lamp, I'd broken a few days ago, used to be kept.
It was already hurt and I added to it. It didn't affect unless I remembered what her reaction would be like and then realising that she probably was busy with her better company.

I laid down on my bed, shirtless in my boxers, thinking what to do.
Oh yeah, I also observed that telling her about my problem, though unintentionally, was helpful. I felt lighter. I never share what goes in my head with any one, not even my dad. Rick, somethings but rarely. But it felt nice.
:::

"***** this headache" I muttered as I opened my eyes, weary from tiredness.
I glanced at the clock to see that I was early by fifteen minutes. I sat up rubbing my temples and rushed to shower and freshen up, skipping gym.

Once the cool water and successfully failed to provide me comfort, I headed out. Changing into my three piece I headed down. It seemed like my inadvertent absence on her birthday was affecting me more than her.
"You know I hate you. I will kill you." I heard her yell at Llan.

"Oooh! Miss Evelyn is going to kill me. I hate you too for records."
The impulsive relief that was slowly spreading through my chest retreated as fresh red burned my eyes. They were there again, walking arm in arm.

"Hey SJ." I looked up.
She gave me the cold shoulder she reserved especially for me and then sat down.
"SJ?"
I looked down at my hands, slowly clenching and unclenching my fists. The marks of last night were still prominent and my mind again wandered to her supposed reaction. Not that it was going to come.
"SJ!" I shuffled.
"What?"
"What what? Where are you lost?"
"Uh nothing." I shook my head, trying my best to not be noticed.
God, for once in my life.

I finished up the breakfast and then got up to leave.
I hugged mom and dad in their respective 'work places' and finally turned once to see if she was there.

I knew she wouldn't be.
My phone buzzed.
Be polite to them. Calm your atrocious instincts and try not to grit, speaking in your terms. And don't insult them. People will respect you only if you respect them. All the best!
I raised an eyebrow. Then the other one. What was that?

Her car ran swiftly from the garage towards the gate. I looked expectantly towards it, hoping her to turn.

Cmon turn.

Yeah!

Do it.

A little turn.

Sideways.

Yup.

And she left.
Without so much a glance.
Steve. Go there. Might be being away from her helps. Might be.

I hope.
I dropped by the office to check everything before leaving and meeting Rick.

"Boss the company has been steady since last three months as far as Jayce corporations is concerned. However, designing one has been in a state of moderate impasse since we had that unsuccessful meeting with Mr Dwayne, three months ago. There not has been any major case. Here is this file of Mr Jones as well. These two meetings...."
"I know they are very important." I said taking the case study file from his hands.

"But what policy exactly do you think we shall be using? Mr Jones is slowly withdrawing all his invests. He is readily selling the land. But the land is useless unless and until we get the best person to invest into it."

"So, If we get the land owned by Mr Jones and sell it to Mr Dwayne, at the reap if mean 7%, we can help it out. I had a talk with one of his people and seems his idea to plan up a resort at this place, a chain of hotels on this specific location in six different cities and of course a few more extensions of his club in the local areas." He replied triumphantly, going through another file.

"What is the authentication of that news?" I asked concocting a plan in my head. "What if we do not send the land to him at all? Not that we can't cancel the meeting." I clasped my hands together.
"But boss the most important thing is that only. Investing millions in the addition of some stupid hotels isn't a very innovative idea, plus it's not the policy.."
"I guess I'm well aware with the policies of the company." I hissed.
"Yeah of course." He gritted. "But..."
"Ask Miss Zelch to cancel my meetings with him. We'll play the card this time." I muttered with finality, closing the file. His face was distraught.

"Be careful. Don't get wasted. Handle everything and the moment you need to take a decision, confirm with me." I told him after he'd told Zelch about it.
"Yeah whatever. So..." He trailed.
"Rick this..."
"What this?"
"This is official."
"I'm not taking you outside and spending money so that I can help you out."
"I don't need help."

"Speak idiot." He gave me that you-need-a-doctor look.

"That woman... This is totally foreign and infuriating. I can't catch her attention. She's so different from every girl. Even Jenifer and Finn. Jenifer taught me to never trust anyone and Finn just showed how week and pathetic women are. They just further enlarged my ocean of hostility against women. But she.... I hate her. But there is something, well a lot of things which are good about her."
I said.

He just folded his hand and tilted his head the other side.

"I don't understand why but she doesn't pay heed to me. It enrages me to no end that where she spends so much of time with her idiot of a best friend 'Andy', she doesn't even notice me?"
"But Andy is Llan right, you told me." He raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. They are like ...like they are in a relationship. Together 24/7. " I said.
He took a paper stone from my table and started playing with it.
I rested my head back on the seat.
"How did she manage to get noticed by you?" He asked.
"I never intended to know her. But I don't know honestly. I can't scare her. She is not afraid of me. She just treats me so casually. Ignoring me half the time or fighting with me. That day, I asked her to not go to office, strictly, she argued but did not yield. The next moment, when Llan said it, she obliged without any contradiction. I don't know man."
"Hmm."
"Stop it." I snapped as he nearly dropped my paper stone.
"Steve what's gotten into you?"
"I don't know. I'm tired of saying this but I really don't know." I raked a hand through my hair.
"You remember you wanted to make her bend." He asked.
"Yeah but now I don't think that's going to happen. She is not what I thought of her to be."
"I told that to you before when you threatened to fire me. She actually wanted to apologise but you won't listen." He snapped.
"I was angry. It was justified." I muttered professionally hoping it would work.
"Done with lies now aren't we? Cmon, tell me what you're hiding." He smirked.

"I want to control her." I finally spoke.

"As in?" He smirked again.
"Your perverted thoughts have affected me." I couldn't stop a small smile from forming up on my face.
"Steve, are you serious?" He inquired.
"I actually am. But calm down. It's not what that idiotic mind of yours is deeply thinking about." I studied him.
"You don't know what it is capable of."
"Oh really? You know I've met Meg..." I said making him turn pink at the name of his ex girlfriend who dumped him due to his 'dark and deeply' perverted mind.
"Steve, back to Eve." He said stretching his coat.
"You know when you told me about how beautiful your girlfriend looked, what she did that impressed you effortlessly.... I thought it was nothing but bluff. But this woman. She is epitome of perfection. Except for the facts that she is a too much overreacting, rude to me, stubborn and does not understand the kind of danger I can pose her. I hate her." I just rambled.
"What is the worst thing you can do to Mitchell?" He asked.
"I can make him bleed from each organ in his body. I can kick him a thousand times a minute just for him to cry out screaming. I want to lock him up in a room filed with broken glass. I want to whip him till he can't even remember his own name." I clutched a pen tightly, not understanding this sudden boil of my blood.
What was that? Why?

"The fact that you can actually do all that is not a secret I guess?"
"Of course."
"What is the worst thing you can do to her?"
"I .... I won't do anything...?" I rather questioned back.
"Why?"
"Why would I... Are you mad? Is there a comparison between her and Mitchell?" I gritted forgetting all about our previous conversation.

"Why would I not? You said you hate her." He shrugged.

"Hate her. Differently." I slumped back.
"If you can please explain that 'differently'." Are you bloody damn interviewing me?

I massaged my jaw slightly before speaking the final straw out. "I don't want to see her talking to any other male, including Llan. I don't want her disobeying me. I want her to oblige to whatever I say, without arguments. I want to be the one and only person she shall listen to. She needs to be afraid of me. She should...." I stopped.
"Continue." He strode towards me, patting my back.
"She should not dare to shout back at me though I love to see her agitated. She reacts so cutely yet angrily to situations. I don't know why getting on her nerves is exceedingly soothing. The way she threatens me. God! I feel like controlling even what she wears. Sometimes. I want to punish her like she is in school. I care for her. Sometimes I want her to know that but the other times, I want her to never know that, because honestly, it frustrates me that she doesn't care."
"What else?"
"I want her to be my yes woman. She is careless about herself and I can care for her better."
"Why do you want to care for her? Like you hate her no?" He asked, looking through his phone.
"She doesn't care but I can't help doing it."
"She does..." He showed me his phone, a text displayed on the screen.

Has he left? How was his mood? Ask him to tell you when he reaches there.-Eve

He's not left yet. Hella bad mood, though not a new thing.. -R

Text me the response, alright? -Eve
Yeah! Enjoy- R

"Rick stop making it difficult for me."
"I'm just asking how it feels to love someone and showing you reason to not depress yourself."

"What? Are you mad? I don't love her. No way........ Have you lost it or something? I just bluntly told you that I hate her. I just don't..... And I'm not getting depressed even if she doesn't give a shit about me." Sure?

Oh! Shut **** up.

"And it also isn't just about trust and care. It's about the way she looks at people and not me. The way she greets people, smiles at them. Not me. It constantly keeps throbbing inside me."

"It's you who has lost."
"What have I lost?" I asked incredulously.
"Your mind..."
"And how is that so, Mr Blyton?" I scowled.

"You're being possessive over her. Can't you simply understand that?"
"I'm not." I muttered.
"What?"
"I'm not possessive." I snapped.

"Did you tell her about this?" He said irritation marring his forehead.
"I'm not stupid enough to tell her this."
"That means you agree that you're stupid?"
"I don't know. Being with her makes me feel odd. I unconsciously admire all her activities. She's so... determined at times. I like it. But at the same time, I want her to take my opinion and not go about making decisions alone. She makes me feel responsible to not let her do any crazy stuff to herself. I can't stand her with another person. And neither can I stand her without another person. Because the moment we are alone, she starts glaring and flaring. It looks absolutely peaceful to see her anger. When I hold her tightly near me, the look on her face..... She can't wiggle out from my grip. It's funny to see her try, then mutter some profanities, try again and then slowly hit me, some more struggle and then some silly threats. But she doesn't give in. That day, she easily hugged Llan, holding on him for long, but me.... she'd rather..." I looked away trying to unclench my jaw at the memory.
"You sure you don't like her?" He asked.
"Yes. I'm sure. And I'm sure I'll get rid of these unholy thoughts during the course of my trip. I might extend the stay and visit some clubs." I shrugged.
"You'll not be making out with club girls. You're not that Steve."
"When did I say that?"
"You're not doing that."
"Doing what?"
"Hooking up with girls at the her back."
"Not that she cares."
"She cares."
"Why does it matter?"
"It matters because she matters. She matters to me. And she should matter to you." He retorted angrily.
"You're questioning your own best friend for the sake of a girl? You think I'll stoop that low?"
"Just imagine the cause then."
"Do you doubt me?" I asked.
"The fact that you've got that handsome face and shitty head which is going absolutely the wrong way, I do. Don't break her trust."
"She doesn't trust me." I slammed my hand again. This time it was my agitation for the fact that she doesn't care. She won't care even if it breaks. She's got Andy of course.
"She does."
"Had she, I would have thought. But if you say, I'll not break 'her trust'."I mocked, though that was comforting.

"You're mad. I know Steve you are not that sort of a man. Don't change yourself. Think about her and give her some time. I repeat don't go the wrong way. This might end up becoming your only and only biggest regret." He shook his head.

"Exactly. I've been going the wrong way. Time to change it. I'm not going the wrong way anymore. She's the wrong way. Women are the wrong way. She is the epitome of best but still."

I was still confused.
I tried not to be.

But her birthday?
Alone with Llan?

Not the wrong way Steve, not the wrong way....

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Hey berries!
How are you people? And how was the chappie? Hope you liked it!

Late? Hey! Its my special day. It's justified.
Anyways, how's the story going?
You guys don't react people? Seriously?
No ship names?
Be creative now.

And oh my god! Cap wrapped his last shoot for Marvel! I am in tears!!! Miss you so much cap💙💙! Do something and come back!!!!!

What's brewing by the way?? In the story I mean.

You know I'm short of good pick up lines. This friend of mine, he uses such stupid pick ups. God save me! My bestie has gone for a vacation and here I am getting irritated by that guy at school.
Though good people are also there but still! As usual I need help!

So ..... Use your fingers some more💫💫✨
Thanks for reading!

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