LEFT BROKEN 7

So, here's the chapter, I hope you enjoy it. Note: Not Beta-ed and edited. "Rae, if you don't mind, can you please be our temporary maitre d'?" Of course she's minding it alright. But she can't say it out loud. So, because of her too much kindness, here she is right now, changing her clothes inside the dressing room. Rae was dead sure her eyes were squinting right now. What can she do anyway? She can't decline Tix when the poor girl is desperate, and Tix's been a huge help to her before when she was still working here at Restaurant de Manuer, without her she probably didn't finish her college and have such a wonderful job. "Oh, God." She whispered to herself as she took off her blouse. She abruptly stopped when she heard the door open, and then hid herself behind the locker as she tried to hide her almost naked self to whoever opened the door. A breath of relief then went out from her mouth when she found out that it was Tix; carrying her supposedly maître d' uniform. "Hey, Rae." She smiled, "Hey." "You look so pretty in that uniform," A tint of pink was in Rae's cheeks when she heard Tix said it, "S-stop fooling around, Tix." It only worsened when Tix let out a puff of laugh, "Haha. Now you even look cute when you blush like that!" Not wanting to embarrass herself more, Rae shoved her own clothes straight to Tix's face. Honestly speaking, though, Tix was quite thankful that the bastard Eugene went out, since her precious Rae can be finally walking around the restaurant wearing her uniform, she misses seeing her with that, it's been 6 years when she last saw her that after all. And the brunette was still a little girl that time, but look at her now, so incredibly sexy and full of curves. She's damn sure the customers will be in a hot once they saw Rae in that frilly dress. She can only hide her smirk of amusement when that happens. If Tix was in a state of happiness, Rae was in not, she was terribly terrified, terrified that Finn might show up with her in that dress and let all things turn awkward. What happened last night wasn't even good, and she didn't want that to happen again. Oh, she's just going to pray in the heavens that he won't show up today. x-x-x-x-x Archie didn't know what to react once he saw Finn sprawled in his sofa together with a red-headed girl whose, for what he seems, stare was about to kill. He didn't know what the raven-haired man said to her, but he was damn sure the woman didn't like it one bit. "So… should I leave or not?" He asked, out loud, trying to ease the tension inside Finn's condo, but only failed miserably. "Don't." Finn said, "She's leaving, anyways." His blue eyes darted to the woman still lying in the sofa, Finn isn't above her anymore, and Archie was quite thankful that the red-head managed to cover her naked body with a blanket; he didn't even notice it there until Finn stood up, and at least he wouldn't suffer with severe hemorrhage. It probably took the woman for about 2 minutes before she finally regained herself and went straight to Finn's room, probably to get her clothes and cry for a bit because of her humiliation. When the woman was out of ear shot, Archie decided to talk to the man standing just a few feet away from him. "What did you do this time, Finn?" The said man only went straight to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and fished out some beer. "What I always do," was his only reply. Another sigh went out from his lips, "You've done and hurt a woman again." Scoff. "I didn't do anything, Arch. It's her fault." "And yours too, add to that." He heard another scoff from the man, this time; he was now sitting comfortably on his favorite sofa, the same sofa where he nailed the woman into. God, he doesn't want to remember that picture anymore. "What are you doing here?" It was Archie's turn to head to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and fished out some water, no, he doesn't drink beer early in the morning, he doesn't want die early and leave Tom yet. "Well, I came here to know if you found the woman you've been searching for." Pause. "What woman?" Archie rolled his eyes, can he be so stupid? "The woman that I'm talking about, Finn, is the mother of the child you've been eager to have." Silence. "Finn?" Silence. "So you still haven't seen her, huh?" He mumbled silently, clearly disappointed. "Fucking shit!" And Finn gushed out of the living room and headed straight to his room, not even bothering to look at the woman he just fucked last night, then, a few seconds later, dashed out from his condo to god-knows-where. x-x-x-x-x He was stupid, Finn thought as he ran through the hallway. He was stupid for forgetting that he and the Rae was supposed to meet each other at the restaurant where they first met, and that he was supposed to torment that Rae to death. Shit. Why the fuck does he has to forget such important date? He was being out of character, he knows. He didn't know why, but he is. Ever since the Rae came into the picture he's been out of himself lately, fuck, he can't even focus on fucking since every time he looks at his mate's face, all he could see is lust-filled honey-colored eyes and long black hair. And he's fucking sure that his playmate's hair is red, not black. This happened to him before, but he just can't pin-point when. Probably some years ago when he was drunk or not, but I assure you, it wasn't very good. He suffered some deep shit and was almost killed by headache. But anyways, he was still stupid. He just hopes that Rae is still there, or else he's really going to be fucked up. X-X-X-X-X "Excuse me, can I take another order?" "Miss, miss, I want to take another order." "Can I please take my order?" It was tormenting. Tormenting and it was starting to tick off her patience. It's probably because it was already 5 years since she last serve as a waitress that she can't prolong her patience with all those voices in every corner in the restaurant. But Rae was sure that if she does all the work here while all the staffs inside this freaking restaurant keeps on ogling on her, she was damn sure she's going to throw this freaking tray she's holding to each and every one of them. Even her uniform isn't doing much help, it was slowing her down. It's not that it's too small or something but she's really having some difficulty on breathing, the chest part was really tight and her stupid breast is prolonging the freaking torture. She sure don't want to let Finch see this, the uniform neckline was damn long, long enough to show off her cleavage, and the uniform was frilly and all. And Finch never, ever likes frilly things. Her head was snapped to the side when she heard the door open, she motioned the still ogling waitress on her nearest to take the orders while she walked her way to the entrance to welcome to newly entered guess. She bowed her head, raised it up, and then gave her brightest smile that would put the radiant sun to shame. "Welcome to Restaurant de Manuer." Silence. "…The fuck?" Shit. She's dead sure she's familiar with that voice. X-X-X-X-X "Okay, class, I just heard the announcement from our fellow teacher that class is dismissed today. Mrs. Principal and Teachers are having a friendly meeting today. So, please settle down to your seats while I try to contact your Mommies and Daddies or Nannies to fetch you up, Okay?" "Okay, Teacher Rachel." Finch muttered a silent yahoo inside his head as he half-read and half listen to his manga and teacher. He was very relief that class was shortened today, because he didn't have to listen and bore himself to death with listening to teacher's useless blabber and watch T.V in the house instead, plus, he'll have more time with Mommy and relax himself together with her. Some of his classmates were already bought home by their Nannies, they were just waiting outside the school for his classmates so some of them didn't have to waste their precious time waiting inside this borehole, no, not borehole as in a passage or something like that, but borehole from the word bore that meanings boring added with the word hole. He can't say hellhole because it's not that really bad so he decided to call it borehole instead because it's boring. "Finch, aren't you going home yet?" A grumble erupted from his lips when his annoying girl classmate went by his side, it was the same girl who talked to him earlier in the playground, the one with the ridiculous face that keeps on smiling nonstop, sometimes he keeps on wondering if her cheeks ever gets cramps. As much as he can remember, this annoying girl probably goes by the name Trisha Cole, the one who has lots of friends and is very close to their teacher. He decided not to answer but hum instead, he don't wanna waste his time talking to her coz he might get infected with her stupidity, he heard from the adults in their neighborhood that you will get infected it someone's saliva splattered on you, he didn't know if the germ is called stupidity but he doesn't wanna take the risk, Mommy might got worried sick if he catch those germs. "Finch?" Urgh. She's really annoying. How come everybody likes this girl? All she ever does is to smile annoyingly at everybody and greet each of his classmates; it was making her look like she's running as a senator in an election. "Finch…" He groaned, "Stop talking to me." Finch then went back to read in his manga, ignoring the girl who was still smiling at him albeit the boy insulted her. He can still see her there, he thought, but still tried to ignore her, she might probably leave him alone if he won't talk to her, since that's what the adults do when they're being annoying and noisy. 5 minutes passed, but the pesky girl was still there, but she wasn't smiling at him anymore, it even seemed like she was looking at him, speculating him with her blue eyes. Another minute passed, there were only a few of them inside the classroom, but Trisha was still there, staring at him silently. And Finch was finally fed up with it, "Tch. You're annoying the heck out of me, why do you keep on staring at me like a predator?" Trish's head tilted to the side, making her long half ponytailed caramel colored hair to cascade to the side, her eyebrows rose with confusion. "Finch do you have any friends?" It was then Finch realized that his eyes widened a bit, just a little bit, not more. He was a little bit caught off guard with the sudden question. "What makes you say that?" he mumbled, his voice faltering a little bit. The little girl pondered a bit, before answering. "Well, you were always sitting alone in your chair while we're playing and listening to teacher," she breathed out, then added again, "Oh, and you don't talk and play to us when we're having our break time, you're always alone when we're taking lunch too." Hmm… she seems right. "So?" "So that means you didn't have any friends," she answered, "Are you shy with us?" Whaaat? "No. Why would I be?" "Because you don't play with us when we're having fun, you always read that book. Why do even keep reading anyway? You're already smart." "I'm not shy with you people, I just don't like to play with you guys, and it's not a book, as in learning books or anything, it's a manga." Trisha's eyes widened a bit when she heard the word, "Oh… Manga? My bother always read that at home!" Then squinted, "If it's not a learning book, then why are you reading it then?" "Because I wanted to," he simply answered. "Eh? But kids like us are supposed to read kiddies book, like 3 little pigs or Hansel and Gretel, right?" "I don't like reading those things, and besides, I'm already done reading those, they're boring and too colorful and I don't like it." Now she looks really confused, "Eh? Colorful books are kid's books." What is this idiot girl implying? "Yeah, so?" "You're a kid, so there's nothing wrong with it." Finch explained all the pros and cons, from one subject to another. He didn't even notice that they are the only pupils left inside the room, his teacher wasn't even around anymore, he was sure his teacher said something about contacting their parents, but he was so engrossed into answering to her stupid question. And for a little minute, he didn't mind going home late. X-X-X-X-X This is bullshit. If someone was playing at him right now, Finn was fucking sure he's going to damn that person. He doesn't believe in faith, oh god, no, so he's sure someone was playing with him or someone was planning to kill him mentally. Because at this moment, with Rae Earl 's outfit, he was damn sure he'll turn into a mentally challenged psycho. It was laboriously hard not to destroy his poker face when he saw her welcome him with her radiant smile, and worsen it when he saw her outfit. Fuck, he thought the bitch was working in a publishing company, then why the heck is she wearing the same uniform she wore when they first met? And the constriction of the damn uniform isn't even helping the burning pain of his head and below. Just look at the way that freaking piece of a cloth is showing her voluptuous breast. It was turning on the heck out of him. Even the males inside the costumer was looking ferociously at her, and if she bent down to pick something on the floor he was sure they're going to jump at her and rape her here and then. Shit, he didn't know why but it was making his blood boil. If he was trying hard not to break his feature, the woman didn't bother to. Her mouth was agape and eyes were as wide as saucers, he can even spot a sweat dripping down from her temple, and her feet were starting to shake. But, in a spur of moment, he came into realization. This woman was just trying to seduce him. Just thinking about it now, makes him want to reach and grab her neck once again and kill her. She even did a good job on making her look like a real French maid, she managed to gather all the men's attention and almost, just almost got his freaking attention too. Even looking at her expression right this very moment, makes you want to think that she was indeed surprise to see him, but he wasn't stupid like any other horny guys out there, he was smart and quick, and he wasn't going to be fooled that easily. He can even feel his fist contract. With his poker face now intact, he made his way to the center of the building, pulled the chair, then made himself comfortable while Rae was still statue-stiff in the hall. Now he was sure the attention was divided, while the men's were at Rae, the women's were at him. "Hey, isn't that Finn Nelson?" "OMG, it's really him! In the flesh!" "Damn, I think I feel wet in my panties." He knows he should feel ego swell up and flirt with those women, but he just felt that instead of being flirtatious, he was in a mood to kill. It was weird, actually, especially when spotted someone just next to the brunette drop his fork on purpose so that she can pick it up and peek at her breast, wearing that disgusting face of his. It was making his fist contract. He didn't even notice that there was someone standing next to him, well, not until that someone tapped his shoulder with its freaking nail. He looked up, and saw a maid, who was wearing a very skimpy uniform, perhaps skimpier than Earl's wearing. "Hi, there gorgeous," she purred, winking at him and biting her full-painted red lips, "can I get your order?" He smiled, a little bit glad that he was distracted even though not that fully, "You." he answered tauntingly, which caused the maid to smile sexily at him. She reached the napkin in his table, lowering her chest a bit to let him see her full cleavage, and of course with his nature, didn't let the chance pass and lowered his gaze down to her breast. It probably took her quite long to fully stand up and him to tore his gaze away, but Finn was quite he can feel someone's burning gaze behind his back. Then after that he felt a soft material in his hand, and came to realize that it was the tissue, with the maid's number on it. "Call me," she whispered to him then sped off. Great, he said to himself, smirking silently, he won't worry about who's going to be his mate later. "Ehem," Finn immediately shoved the tissue on his pocket when he heard someone on his back, went back to his poker face façade, then turned around only to met with a pair of annoyed black colored eyes, which obviously, came from no one but Rae Earl. "Can I get your real order, please." Real. Great, at least she was being specific, well, it's not that he was going to say "you" like what he said to the maid earlier, and he wasn't interested with hooking up with her in bed. Yeah, right. If you're not interested, then why the heck are you eager to grab her hand and shove her into the broom closet to fuck her here and then? Come on, Finn , if your trick is working on anyone, it won't work on me. Shit. It's his stupid subconscious talking to him again. He might as well talk to his psychiatrist and ask him what to do in order to shut the freak up. You can't shut me up, I don't have a mouth. Urgh. "EHEM," Rae called, a little louder this time. Finally, he was distracted again. "What?" Rae's eyes squinted, "Your real order." Wait, it wouldn't be bad to tease her right now, right? Plus, he was a little bit bored and tired, he didn't know where that thought came from but he wanted to be playful right now. "What's with the real order?" Squint. "I'm just being specific." He smirked, "Specific? Why? What do you think I would answer to your question if you didn't include the "real" in it?" Silence. "Nothing." Ha! Busted. "Really?" Blush. "Yeah." Damn this, it was getting a little amusing. "Wait a minute, you're not intending to think that I would say "you", are you?" Her blush darkened. "W-what? W-why would I think that?" "Because you think I'll be interested." "W-what?!" She exclaimed, catching every costumer's attention, yet Finn didn't seem to care. "I knew it." "What the heck do you mean "I knew it"?! I'm not interested in you, you numbskull! He smirked, "Oh, really?" Rae puff out her nose, raising her jaw a bit to show confidence, "Really." "Ok, then." Finally, Rae sighed inside her head, "So?" "So what?" "Your order," And, the smirk was back again, "You." X-X-X-X-X It was all perfect, Tix thought as she chopped the carrots and chili with the knife in her hands, she was still inside the kitchen, helping the other chefs since the main chef was absent, without knowing the reason at all, and she's sure it was reasonable enough. After all, Mr. Kidman was a hard-working man, he barely even take a leave, his last leave was when his son graduated from college, she can still imagine his grinning face when he told them the news. And besides, cooking was her favorite hobby besides from serving the costumers. All her work here in Restaurant de Manuer was all like her hobby, not an obligation. All the staffs here were her close friends, in fact, she treats them all like her biological family, and she could never ask for more, she even swore to the owner that she will work here until she dies. The restaurant was a real work of art, when she was still a teenager it was her dream to work here, so that's why when she graduated from high school she decided to take the course Hotel and Restaurant Management, and immediately applied in the Restaurant for her OJT, and the owner probably saw her perseverance since she ask her to work in the restaurant after she graduated. Tix never really thought of being an engineer or flight attendant, she parent wanted her to, but she just followed her dream and finally achieved it, all she's asking for is to find a right man and get married and have children. It's not that she's lonely or anything, it's just that she wanted to settle down and live to the fullest, with her dream job and dream family. After all, she's already 29 and still not in a relationship, she still hasn't found the right man yet, and she hopes to god that he'll show up in the right time. But sometimes she's can't help but think that maybe hooking up will be tiresome and a pain in the butt, and maybe it might get ahead of her that she won't be minding her work anymore because of her love struck. She wriggled her nose, feeling a little bit disgusted. "You, conceited jerk! Don't think so full of yourself!" Her attention was snapped when she heard Rae's shrill voice, she remembered this phrase before, probably years ago when she was still working here… "You conceited jerk! Don't think so full of yourself!" "I'm not thinking full of myself, I'm already superior enough." "You annoying jerk!" Right! It was 6 years ago! This was the same phrase she heard when Rae fought with the Multibillionaire Tycoon… Finn Nelson. Wait, could it be? Her mind went into a halt when the name entered her mind; she knew the very reason why Rae left her job without telling anyone. And she knows Rae and that guy's history 6 years ago, even if their relationship was a secret to all; she was the only one who knew that they were an item. And even if Rae didn't tell her, she knew deep inside her guts that her disappearance was all relating to Finn Nelson. Forgetting the fact that she's holding a knife, she ran out of the kitchen, her outside and inside panicky. With a loud thud of the door, she found Rae grabbing someone's collar. And that someone was no other than Finn Nelson, with the same posture and position that she saw 6 years ago. X-X-X-X-X It was like déjà vu. No, it wasn't like, it really is déjà vu. Tix on the kitchen door in panic, Finn on the chair being dragged on the collar, and her grabbing Finn while in a very important mission, with the same looks and same situation, except for the fact that they were meeting in purpose. Gee, just thinking about it now sent chills upon her spine, she can't even help but let go of Nelson's collar and stand there like a mannequin, her eyes drifted to Tix, and with her face, it seems that she was thinking the same thing as well. But unlike Tix, Finn seem oblivious to it, since he was looking at her quizzically as if he didn't know the situation at all. She took a step away from Finn, not even noticing that the costumers and the staffs were already looking at her as if she sprouted two heads. But she didn't really care, she don't want to care. What's bothering her was the situation she's in, the words, the time, all of it. She redirected her attention to the maid just a few feet away from her, and can't help but notice that she was a little bit crept out with her, "What day is it today?" "U-uhm… April. April 1," the maid answered with a tint of awareness on her tone. And her world stopped. "Tix, I think I'll take my leave today." "Eh? Can you postpone it tomorrow? Please?" "O-okay then. Can I ask why?" "Uhm… It's just that, the head chef is absent today and I'm the only one the kitchen staff can rely on, so, I was thinking of making you the temporary maitre d', if that's okay with you." "Oh, sure then." "I'm really sorry in advance, today is a really important day for the restaurant." "Important day? Why?" "Oh, you weren't told by the staff are you? Well, I can't blame them; you are a part-timer. Mrs. Owner told us a food critic is going to come by today and test the food, plus, it would be our chance to be a two-star restaurant!" "Oh, gosh! Really?! Ok, ok! I won't miss this!" "Great! Come with me in the locker room, I'll borrow you my uniform." "How come the food critic's visiting today? It's April 1." "I dunno, but I sure hope it's not going to end up like a April Fool's joke." April 1. Why does it have to be April 1? "May I take your order, sir?" "I want you to serve me your finest masterpiece." "Of course, sir. Please wait for my arrival and I will give you our best food." "Did you like our masterpiece, sir?" "What the heck's in this junk? It's not even good! In fact instant meals are much better than these! You call this place a restaurant? It cooks crap!" "You conceited jerk! Don't think so full of yourself!" "I'm not thinking full of myself, I'm already superior enough." "You annoying jerk! Who do you think you are, huh?" Smirk. "Me? Just a nobody. Wait, in fact, I'm the food critic assigned in this very restaurant right now, and you numbskull, just offended me, the critic. You really want your restaurant to put into a shame, don't you?" The very day, when she and Finn met first met, the very day where her life turned upside down. April fool's Day indeed, yet, it seems to be a bad joke to her. Loud thud. "Raew! What's happening?" Loud thud. "Rae?" And she could've swore it could even get any worst. kneekeyta alyssaloca milymargot thatfunnygirllauren jackiewalsh2013 happyfrasers tinakegg ninjarunningzico nenita1978 rinncincin neffanyx

LEFT BROKEN 6

Note: This is not beta-ed, so I hope you understand the grammatical errors and typos. Thank you readers for reblogging XXX XXX XXX XXX XXX XXX Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How can she be so stupid? She should have known better than to let Finn decide where they should meet up, and now look what happened. Urgh. That jerk is definitely a sadistic bastard, that's a fact. What's wrong with meeting up with him on the place where you two first met, anyway? Of course it's wrong, you stupid subconscious! They can't meet up in a place where they, as EX-lovers, first met! They bring back the awkwardness and weird feeling or whatever crap around the two of you. Past is supposed to stick in the past. Not bring them back again, especially when the two of you broke up bitterly. Like Rae's case. So, that means you're affected? What?! She's totally OVER him! Why is she going to be affected? I mean, geez, past is past. It's over. So why's she going to be affected? And duh, it's not like they met up because they want to bring back the way it was before and get back together. They were just going to meet up to decide on how to introduce Finn to his child. See, she didn't even think it as their child there. Huh, so she's over him. Yeah, right. Why the heck is your heart thumping so hard right now if you're over him, then? 'Shut up', Rae retorted back mentally. Don't be so denial. She can feel her own subconscious smirking at her right now. Rae groaned, clasping her both hands as she tried to compose herself from snapping at her own self. People might think of her as if she's a retard. Good thing her own subconscious shut her mouth, well, if she did have any, and completely disappeared. Rae sighed, feeling really relieved that she finally has the peace she's been craving ever since she step a foot inside the restaurant. Rae looked around the building, and noticed that the once plain restaurant was now majestic. It wasn't too luxurious and too radiant like those 5 star restaurants she went before with her dates. But instead it was elegant with a twist of simplicity and serenity. The once plain dirty white walls were now newly painted. The draperies were neatly placed on the windows. There was even a chandelier hanging on the center of the ceiling which shimmers when the sunlight radiated through it. When she was still a waitress here the tables were only clothed with a plain white tablecloth, together with a small vase with a pair of dandelions. And also some soy sauce container and other various containers for the vinegar and pepper. She can't even tell if this was still the former restaurant she once worked. The place was humongous! Well, not relatively huge like Chloe's condo but it was huge enough to her. "Would you like some wine, mademoiselle?" Rae was immediately snapped back to her senses. With a small tilt on her head she saw a man on the same age as her, well, according to her own perspective of course. The man was wearing a white long sleeved polo shirt with a black vest on. It was paired with black slacks together with a pair of black leather shoes. The man's hair was messy, the kind of mess when you woke up from bed, which actually gave the man a charming, rakish look. She smiled. "Yes, please." The man grinned beguilingly, and gave her the water he offered. The man was definitely handsome. And well-toned if she might add, his abs were really noticeable on that attire he's wearing. His hair was dark brown, and even though it's really messy she was quite sure it's smooth and silky if you ran a hand through it. "Thank you." "You're very welcome." Rae thought he was going to leave. But he surprised her when he suddenly pulled back the chair facing her and sat in it, putting the water container with finesse on the table separating them. God, he even looked more handsome when you're facing face-to-face. "Excuse me?" Rae breathe out, trying her damn hard not to croak but failed. The man's green orbs widened. "Oh," then chuckled, "how rude of me." But instead of answering, Rae only stared back at him, getting suddenly enthralled by his charms. "I'm Eugene. Eugene Scott." The man, which actually named Eugene, beamed at her, showing off his white pearls that she found really appealing. Well, what can she do? A man with white teeth was her top one on her "ideal man" list. And this man, Eugene, was the perfect candidate for it. It took her quite a long time until she finally answered, "Rae. My name's Rae Earl." Eugene shot her another beam, and Rae was dead sure that she would really faint soon if he wouldn't stop showing off his really white teeth. "That's a beautiful name," he complimented, making the brunette's cheeks burn different types of red. "T-thanks." Eugene smiled again, but this time, he wasn't showing his teeth anymore, much to Rae's relief and dismay. "Anyway, why are you here sitting alone, Rae?" He suddenly asked when the brunette didn't spoke, which of course, caused her to open her mouth to form a cute little "O". He's calling you with honorifics already? That's quite fast. Rae didn't bother retorting back to her subconscious who apparently returned, she was too busy checking out Eugene with her own eyes that she forgot the main reason why she came here in the first place. Well, not until now. "Me? I'm waiting for someone." Eugene's head nodded in understanding, and then added, "It's not good to let a beautiful woman like you wait." Heat crept into Rae's cheeks once again. God, why is this man doing this to her? Not to mention while he's on his working hours. "Why are you here, Eugene? I might be slowing you down at your work," she said, picking up the water glass and bought it up on her mouth, gulping all the contents inside to freshen up her already burning throat. Eugene smiled again, "Nah, it's OK. I just can't help myself." A brow rose up. "Can't help with what?" "Can't help letting a very beautiful woamn like you sit here all alone," he whispered softly, but made sure it was audible enough for Rae to hear. Oh, my. What the heck is he doing with her? Is he trying to kill her? Hypnotize her? Sabotage her? Wooing her? Heavens, she couldn't even think straight anymore! First, Finn is killing her by making the two of them meet in this nightmare of a restaurant and now this man is making her feel gelatin just because of his silky voice and handsome face! Will somebody just freaking help her?! "Oi! Scott! What the heck? Are you wasting your working hours over useless things again?!" A shrill cry of a woman suddenly broke off the tension inside Rae's head, causing the latter to divert her attention to the owner of the voice which seems to be really familiar to her. Her honey brown eyes meet with a pair of gray ones. And then found out that the woman who called was no other than Tix, her closest friend in Restaurant de Manuer. The woman seemed to notice the familiarity too, coz her beautiful eyes just practically bulged out of their sockets. Even her plump pink lips turned agape. "Oh, My God, is that you, Rae?!" Oh, great bundle of joy. "Fatty!" Rae exclaimed, not even caring the fact that the people inside the restaurant was already looking at them as if a head sprouted inside their mouths. She immediately stood up from her seat, and then squeezed the woman into a tight embrace until even she could not even breathe anymore. But Tix didn't even mind. Well, she was too enthralled and too happy that her friend who just disappeared all of the sudden and didn't even left any trace was now right here. Face to face. Rae was the first one to break the hug, but her hands were still in Tixy's soft shoulders. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, Tix broke down the chance and blurted out instead. "Oh, my God, Skinny. Where have you been hiding, huh?" Tix's almost trombone-like voice boomed the entire supposedly serene atmosphere of the restaurant. She just really couldn't believe her eyes! It was really Rae! Her beautiful and kind angel from 5 years ago! Rae let out a melodious giggle, making the men inside the place, especially Eugene, to turn their heads back to look at her. "You're exaggerating, Tix." She stated, trying her best to suppress her laugh. Tix smiled. Seeing Rae so blooming in front of her, Tix couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. Rae had always been like her sister, 5 years ago when the brunette was still working her she was the whole restaurant's angel. The staff loves her, the customer as well. Heck, even their grumpy manger Ryan shows some signs that he adores this little angel. And when they found out that Rae just disappeared was like their radiant was stolen away from them, and seeing Rae right now felt as if she was a withered flower being poured with fresh water from Alps. She went back again to embracing her. Feeling her soft body crush into hers as if she was a pillow, like as if letting her go would only means dying. "I miss you so much, Rae. We miss you so much," she whispered breathlessly, her tears slowly rolling down on her cheeks. Rae hugged back, fighting the urge to cry as well. "I miss you too." They didn't even give a damn if they're already making a scene inside the restaurant. Today was the weirdest day on Eugene's life. No, it wasn't like seeing a ghost or something. It was more than that. For the 4 years Eugene served as a waiter here in Restaurant de Manuer, this was the very first time he saw Tixxy, the restaurant's renowned scary and sadistic Maitre d', cry. She even cried in front of the WHOLE customers, not in a private place. And she cried just because of a beautiful woman named Rae Earl. Are they some kind of lost siblings? No, he doesn't think so. The resemblance was way far. Rae's hair was in a shade of Black while Tix's were hazelhut. Even their eyes didn't have the same shade. So, what's in this girl that made the monster cry? Maybe they're distant cousins, and Rae's family disappeared or probably died and Rae was the only survivor left then Tix search for her for so long and only saw her now. Yeah, that could be right. Eugene diverted his attention back to the two women as they broke their hugs, not failing to notice a slight tint of tear on the corners of Rae and Tix's eyes. If only the situation wasn't so dramatic right now, Eugene was damn sure he'll be laughing because of Tix's face. She looks really, well, you know, kinda weird because of all this and stuff. He stifles back silently a light chuckle. X^X^X^X^X^ 9:56 A.M Finn Nelson bit back a groan as he kicked away the blanket from his figure. Not caring if he's completely naked underneath. He was damn tired with last night at the bitch's house and his dick was still hurt from the kick that hag just did to him. He was even unable to properly penetrate after the incident when he wasted his time on the club and fucked a redhead who willingly oblige to his command just the first time he saw her. Not giving the naked red-head sleeping dreamily beside him, he headed straight to the bath, not forgetting to bring the towel just lying carelessly on the sofa. "Finn, baby? Can you please open the door so we can start a new round?" The woman who was now awake from her deepest and heavenly slumber in her entire life cooed to the firmly locked door just in front of her, still naked and bold for the whole world to see. She just couldn't believe herself. She just bedded with the infamous Finn Nelson, the owner of the top-notch hotel and CEO of one of the renowned company in the entire world. She must be heck lucky to be able to get laid to this one heck of a handsome and rich bachelor. Just thinking about what will happen to her future now that she has Finn Nelson had her squirming. Sure as hell she'll be receiving designer shoes and expensive jewelries from this man. Oh, my Golly! She's so damn lucky! Her thoughts immediately drifted back to reality when the bathroom door opened, revealing the modern Adonis with his perfectly toned muscles and oh-so-complete six abs showing off and dripping wet from recent shower. And me oh my, his face wasn't even one to miss at. Just looking at it right now, with his hair dripping and eyes boring into hers makes her wanna jump back to bed and open her legs from him to ravish right here and there. Good thing she managed to regain her composure. She grinned at him, trying her best damn to make it hell sexy, "Hey, babe." Instead of receiving a husky reply from the gorgeous man, he only slid past her, not even caring to look down her naked body. "What are you still doing here?" was his cold reply from her supposedly hot greeting. She suddenly felt stupefied, "O-of course. I-I'm waiting for you, silly." He didn't even bother to look at her, "Get out." What?! Is he kidding her?! "W-what?" Scoff. "I didn't actually think you're a deaf." He has got to be kidding her! She can't just leave now! Damn it, this is Finn Nelson for Prada's sake! She just hooked up with the top-notch bachelor and friggin rich lad! What about her jewelries? Her future bags and designer shoes? Her future Mercedes? She can't just leave now! "H-honey, you're kidding, right?" This time he looked at her, and damn hell it wasn't the look he gave her last night. That look was a look to kill, and no, she wasn't talking about the figurative meaning, oh no, she was talking about the opposite of it. "Do I look like I'm kidding?" Oh, no. You don't look like you are, alright, she said internally, somehow thankful that she managed to calm herself a bit by composing like she wasn't affected by the menacing aura surrounding him like a halo. She saw his short eyebrows shot up a bit, no, not like the bitches do when they lift their brows up when they look down at people who has low-standards, it was a tad different, hell, this man doesn't even look like a bitch, he look like a dark prince, a handsome and sexy one, add to that. "Why the hell aren't you moving?" Oh, so that's why he's mad! She smirked, thinking that the reason why he's grumpy because she wasn't making the first mood. Maybe that's why he's taking a shower, because he wanted another round. Men, she thought, smirking mentally inside her head. She was just worried over nothing; she damn thought she wasn't going to lay a slender finger on her future Prada bags and Victoria Secret lingerie. Not wanting to make her future boyfriend any longer, she moved from her frozen spot to his side, walking tardily to him while smiling sexily, when she was finally at his side, she lazily brushed her manicured nails to his oh, so well-toned chest, and just as she was suppose to lower her tingling hands below him, she suddenly found herself being pulled away by an iron grip from Finn, then was thrown into the nearest couch. She felt her lips tug up into a smirk when Finn finally lowered his body to her's, his bare chest brushing to her naked ones, her breath hitched when his calloused hand brushed against her slim back, her eyes immediately fluttered close when his hands went down lower and lower. "Get out, bitch. I'm already done with you. I don't do do-overs." X_X_X_X_X_X "Finch, Finch, play with us!" Play time. The only time that Finch never liked about school. Actually, there was nothing wrong with play time because you can have a break with sitting all day, listening to teacher's redundant lectures and finally have a time in reading the latest manga series that Mommy Rae bought him, but he just really hate the fact that his classmates were annoying him to depths just so that they can play with him. His classmates were just really annoying and stubborn. I mean, he already tried shooing them off and telling them that he didn't like to play, but no, they were just really, really stubborn! All of his classmates evaded his privacy and always ask him to play with them, he even asked teacher to let him hide under teacher's table but his stupid classmates still find him and bug him to death. It was killing him double-dead. So, here he is now underneath the tree, reading and shrugging off his stupid classmates who never bother to listen to his rejection. He can't even concentrate on reading his manga because his classmates are getting too noisy on their pleadings and ranting. Sometimes he wanted to punch each one of them. But of course he can't do that, he doesn't want to disappoint mommy. She's been so tired with working all day and taking care of him every night, helping him with his assignments and stuff. Homework wasn't even hard, all you just have to do is follow the dotted lines until you can finally recognize them that they were actually letters (he doesn't even get why he has to trace those lines since he can already recognize what letter is it in the first look) and also add and subtract numbers (and another funny thing is that the numbers didn't even exceed to number 20). Oh, and there was also something about recognizing what time is it (which was the easiest thing of all). Sometimes he couldn't help but think if teacher was just underestimating them. I mean, they were super easy! And come on, how can his classmates have to be stupid? They can't even memorize the alphabets from A to Z and recite the numbers from 1 to 100, and let's not forget the fact that they were super easy. "Finch, Finch, come on, let's play!" Here they are again. "No, I don't wanna play." His girl classmate's face was ridiculous when she heard him speak, "Please, Finch? It's really a fun game! All you have to do is cover your eyes with a handkerchief and put this tail into the donkey's batt." Finch's face scrunched into a frown, "I told you already, I don't wanna. And it's not batts, you stupid girl. It's 'butt', 'batts' is a completely non-existent word, well, unless if you take out the extra 't' so that it's can be an animal but that doesn't make any sense." Everybody went silent after that, even teacher was looking at them, Finch just wanted to bury himself like a seed into the soil and stay there forever, but of course that can't happen. He can't breathe under earth and he can't absorb the sun's energy because he doesn't have any leaves. And also he can't convert carbon dioxide into an oxygen coz he's the one who exerts carbon dioxide and he can't make oxygen. That girl is making that ridiculous face again. "What are you talking about, Finch? What does 'non-existent' means?" "Yeah, Finch, what does it mean?" "Yeah, yeah, give us the meaning." "Finch's so cool. He already knows a weird word." Oh, pancakes. Finch definitely hates play time. X-X-X-X-X-X He's late. Oh, her freaking Goal he's certainly late and she's damn sure that that bastard is doing this on purpose. Oh, when she saw that bitch right now he will never accept his apology and punch his damn balls right here and there. And no, she don't care if she's going to make a scene here, she really won't give a damn. "Your date sure is late, Rae." Another grumble erupted from her mouth when she heard Tix talk about her 'date' and she was damn well sure it sounds yucky, real yucky. "For goodness' sake, Tixy, he's not my date! How many times do I have to tell you that he's not my date? He's just uhm… you know? Uhm..." Tix wasn't even tad convince, "He's what then, Rae? A fuck buddy?" Rae immediately felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "W-what?! Oh, my God, I do not require myself over…" fuck, she can't even make out the word, "t-that!" Oh, the look of that beautiful embarrassed face right now. If only it was appropriate to laugh right now, Tix won't definitely hesitate to do so. "Oh, don't give me that look! I've known you for 2 years and a half and I know what that freaking look means!" yelled Rae, utterly exasperated and vexed. She's soo cute, Tix thought to herself. This was her favorite part when she's with Rae: teasing her thoroughly until her face turns the reddest red of all. It was so cute that she wanted to worsen it up by pinching her cheeks so firmly that the red in her cheeks would gush out through her ears. And she knows it sounds quite brutal but come on, she was just too cute that she's willing to kill the man beside her. Wait, speaking of the man beside her, where the hell did that Eugene disappeared to? Her head turned from left to right, looking for any familiar messy brown hair inside the restaurant but failed to spot any. "That stupid lazybun just left me when I was off guard," she mumbled under her breath, not minding if the brunette heard her mutter. "Lazybun?" Rae repeated, "Are you talking about Eugene, Tix?" "Yeah," she said, "that idiot keeps on ditching his job to flirt with women." Rae giggled, "We can't do anything about that, it's his nature." Tix's soft hand flew to her forehead, shaking her head repeatedly while mumbling some incoherent words that Rae find quite cute, "I suppose you're right. But, I really need that guy right now." Her brow immediately shot up from her response. Are they having some kind of important guess that requires Eugene's presence? "What's wrong? Are you having some kind of important guest?" She guess it damn right. "Yeah." So it's an important guess, huh? Just where the heck did Mr. Perfect teeth go? And if it's an important guess then why did he leave? "Who's the guess, Tixy?" Tix quieted down for a minute, somehow making the brunette a little bit uneasy, she wasn't used with seeing Tix quiet, it's not that she has any problem with that, it's just that she was used with seeing her all energetic and noisy like a fish vendor. For what seemed like a minute, Tix finally answered her, "The food critic," Oh, my. It really is an important guest. "I can't serve as the maitre d' right now coz I have to help the cook in the kitchen, our head chief is absent for some reason, and I'm the only one they can depend at times like these," she added. Tixy noticed her surprised expression, which only worsen her worry. Just where did that bastard go? Leaving such an important time over some useless reasons, she's damn sure that idiot's going to ditch for a date again. And she's definitely going to kill him when he returns. Her eyes darted down the beautiful brunette who seems to share her worry. She knew that Rae was worried too. Even if she's not saying anything, her face was expressing everything. And she also knew that Rae was feeling useless for not helping. She can't blame her, it wasn't her fault anyway, and besides, she used to be the most useful maid 6 years ago. And as if on cue, a bulb lightened up inside her head. "Rae, if you don't mind, can you please be our temporary maitre d'?" 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LEFT BROKEN 5 Thanks so much! I'm really happy that you appreciated my story. And I'll try to make it better. :) So, here is the chapter .... :D When Rae reached her and Finch's home late that night, she wasted no time and immediately dropped her bag she's carrying with her left hand to the nearest couch and headed straight to her bedroom, together with the sleeping Finch she's carrying with her right hand, balancing him carefully. He was already in deep slumber by the time they reached the train station. And she was quite thankful that she only travelled light. Or else right now she must be limping with heavy baggage and a small body sleeping at her arms. Finch wasn't that heavy anyways, and it's not like she found it troublesome with him sleeping peacefully in her arms. In fact, she even liked it. She twisted the doorknob with surreptitiously, cautious that Finch might woke up, and brought him down gingerly on the bed. She saw him shift a little, moving his arms lazily as if he was searching for something. She smiled. Of course, he was searching for her warmth. She reached out her palm, draping her smooth arms around his small figure and heard the boy let out a sigh of contentment. Rae knew she have to change her clothes. But her eyes were betraying her, and before she knew it: She fell into deep slumber. Raw woke up that night when she heard a soft rustle outside her room. She was still sleepy, but her mother instinct was telling her that there was someone inside her house besides her and Finch And she knew her son will be in peril if she didn't check it out. She glanced down to the boy beside her, who was still heavily sleeping and was silently snoring. Another smile tugged up, but then disappeared when she heard another rustle outside. Standing up, she unknotted her arms away from Finch s figure. She heard him groan. Then, his eyes cracked open. Shit, she woke him up. "Where are you going, mom?" he groggily asked, rubbing his tired eyes while yawning. Damn, she forgot this boy wakes up so easily, especially when his instinct tells him that she wasn't with him anymore. "I'm going to pee," she lied. Finch sleepy eyes examined her for a few seconds then yawned once again, "Hurry up then," he said, dozing off. Taking it as permission, Rae then stood up from the bed, but before she left, she covered the young man first with the comforter, not forgetting to give his forehead a soft peck. She strode her way to the study table just few feet away from their bed, pulled the drawer slowly, then fished out the pepper spray that she brought from the market 3 months ago. Rae knew she's got to buy some self-defense tools the moment they moved here in London, the city was prone to danger, especially with the criminal lurking everywhere, and she never thought that the time has finally came for the pepper spray to come in handy. Cautiously, she twisted the doorknob surreptitiously, her heart hammering as she looked from left to right to search for any suspicious presence ready to pounce on her, when she noticed that the coast was clear, she locked the room from the inside before she headed straight to the living room, there were some spare keys in her pocket. She'll just open it later when it's safe. She didn't want Finch in danger. Guard still on. The pepper spray still tucked secretly on her chest. She looked around attentively. Her eyesight was finally adjusted to the dark. She was about to head to the kitchen when she noticed that the main door was slightly ajar. Then, the lampshade flickered open to her side. She snapped her head to the direction of the light. Her eyes widened. "Am I going to be invited to his graduation in High School?" Finn Nelson was there. Sitting on her recliner leisurely with his feet in quartet position, his broad back leaned back, his muscular arms crossed, and his eyes ready to kill. She was caught deer in the headlights. She opened her mouth to speak, but then no words came out. She seems to lose her voice. Even now it was hard to breath. She held the pepper spray tight. If he was going to lunge and kill her, at least she has a pepper spray with her. As if he was reading her mind, he bursts into laughter. It wasn't the melodious laugh that she used to love that escaped from his lips. It was different. "A pepper spray, you're going to use that fucking pepper spray." Another laugh went out. "You've got to be fucking kidding with me, bitch." Then, he stood up walking slowly and halted to a stop when he was only about 5 steps far from her. Rae took a step back, clutching the container a little tightly than before. She knew she was scared, but she's got to be brave. She was a damn coward before, and she didn't wanna be one again. When Rae finally found her breath, she spoke, "Why are you here, Finn?" The dark brown eyed lad noticed the tremble of her voice. His lips tugged up into a smirk, "What do you think?" "Leave this place at once, Finn," she ordered her tone firmer and louder than the last one. He remained silent. Finn stepped forward, while Rae did the opposite. "You still didn't answer my question," he finally spoked. His smirk already gone and eyes were now narrowed. This time, it was Rae who didn't answer. She can't seem to find her voice, yet her eyes were still looking up at him, full of confidence and bravery, as if she, too, was ready to kill. She tried to control herself, but still can't help but to be enthralled by his dark brown orbs, it was so mesmerizing, so exceptional, and so bright. It was illuminating the dark engulfing them. And if vampires do exist, she was quite sure this man in front of her was part of it. She knew he was angry. His eyes were telling her "No," she found herself say, her voice loud than what she expected. Then, in a blink of an eye, as fast as the cyclone's pace, he was already beside her. His hands snake his way to her neck, gripping her poor neck as she felt her body being carried up by his mere hand, letting her hang like a dummy doll. "Finn," she choked out, letting go of the pepper spray to remove his firm grip, but to no avail. He seemed to notice her attempt, coz she felt his grip getting firmer and firmer that by any minute by now she would lose her breath. She gasped for air, but always failed to do so. She could already feel the rush of blood on her head as her eyes started to get dizzy, her face getting red, and her throat getting sore. Somebody save me, her mind practically yelled, hands still griping Finn's hands to let her go. And as she thought she was going to die, she suddenly caught a vision of a young man with dark brown orbs, unkempt raven hair and nonchalant expression inside her head. Finch! She can't just die now! She can't leave her son behind and let his fucking father take him! She have to be strong! She's got to live or else her son will suffer his father's wrath. Suddenly, with an unknown strength, she managed to hit Finn's groin with her knee, causing the latter to duck his hands away from her neck and travel down to his loins, groaning in pain as he lost his balance and fell backwards. Air finally entered to her nostrils and felt her throat burning. She looked down at Finn, and saw him still groaning in the floor, both his hand on the offended groin and eyes were snapped shut. She knew she's got to get away from him now, but she can't. She can't leave Finch all alone in their bedroom while Finn was here in the living room, groaning in pain. Finn might not know that Finch is in the bedroom, but she knew that he'll find out soon. And if she went back inside her room, Finn might know that Finch's there, and there's a possibility that he'll follow her there and take Finch. Think, Rae! Think! "You…bitch," Finn's labored voice suddenly interrupted her train of thoughts and there she saw him slowly standing up, his hand never leaving his loins. She went alarmed, looking around frantically to look for anything to bang his head into, yet only found nothing but the pepper spray lying on the floor, neglected. An idea ticked inside her head, and with all the speed she could muster, she ran to the spot where the pepper spray was, grab it up, then pointed it to Finn who was only just about 3 feet away from her, and to what seems to her, he was ready to kill her again. "Move or I'll fucking use this," she warned, her eyes flashing with determination yet her hands was trembling with fear. Finn stood frozen in the ground. He didn't make any plans or whatsoever of moving from his spot. As much as he wants to kill her right now, he didn't want to burn his eyes. Seeing that Finn listened to her threat, she took a step back, positioning her right foot backwards so that she won't fall back, she was still shaking, and she didn't want to lose her balance coz Finn might took it as a chance to lunge towards her and kill her right here and then. Taking another attempt to pace backward, she noticed that Finn moved once again. "I said don't move!" Finn stopped, his teeth grinding and his hands were no longer grabbing his groin. It was now on the either side of him, clenching and knuckles were already pale white. His eyes, oh god, have mercy on her. His eyes were already burning. "You're going to use that fucking spray on me? Go on. I don't care, you fucking whore." He said, and was now really starting to move. It hit her straight in the chest when he called her a whore, she already let it slide when he called her a bitch, but a whore was too much. "I'm not a whore." Finn stopped. Then bursts into a maniacal laugh once again, it was starting to get really creepy. Laughing like a lunatic lad and being volatile all of the sudden. "You're not?" He said incredulously. His laugh no longer there but was still chuckling, "Give me a break." Her patience snapped, glaring at him hardly until her eyes blazed like aventurine. She noticed him flinch back a little, but didn't pay it any heed. She was too engrossed with her anger towards him that she didn't have any time to contemplate his composure. "I was never a whore, Nelson," She uttered in a rumbling way, trying to make it audible enough for him to hear, "and if someone's a whore between us two: it's you." She added before he could even retort back. She caught a glimpse of a throbbing on his jaw when Finn's jaw hardened from the declaration, and for a moment there, there was a sudden urge building inside her that begged her to run her forefinger among it and kiss in tenderly. Yet she knew it wasn't time for it. Nor will ever be a time for it. She was about to tell him that he was a whore for fucking another woman in their own first anniversary. But she knew she'll only make that sound that she was moping and was terribly hurt when he cheated on her. She better die than sacrifice her pride to this bastard. Finn didn't utter a word. He just stood there, rigid. Barely moving, and was hardly even breathing. She took this as an opportunity to scrutinize his features. And maybe crack down her anger a little. She noticed the changes: from his height, his perfectly chiseled face, the firm line of his thin lips, his ragged clothes, and everything that's in him. She noted that he more handsome and manlier than before yet looked like in stress. Well, probably because he matured, 5 years ago he was still young, his complexion a little bit pale and oozing with youth. But now, he was a little bit tanned, making him look really hot and sexy than before. Even with his office attire she could see his muscular arms and chest screaming at her, urging her to unbutton those hindrances so that she could inspect those wonderful chest and biceps. Shit, she could feel her fingers tingling with anticipation. But she can't help but feel a sudden pinch in her chest when she noticed the tired lines on his forehead, the wrinkles between his eyebrows, and the hollowness on his eyes when he took another step at her. Was he really that busy that he doesn't have any time for himself anymore? She didn't know the answer. She didn't wanna know the answer. Too occupied with her contemplating, she didn't even notice that Finn was already too close, closing the spaces between them until their noses almost touched. Rae stood frozen. She felt numb. She can't even move a single finger anymore. And before she knew it, Finn was already touching her elbows, moving his calloused hands up and down on her smooth arms, then moved on his way to her hands, making her let go the pepper spray once again. Butterflies fluttered erratically inside her stomach the moment when his hands intertwined with hers, tangling their fingers until they were finally holding hands. She felt his thumb massage the gap between her thumb and forefinger, and then abruptly stopped when she closed her eyes. She felt a sudden rush on her veins when she felt his hot breath tingling on her cheeks until his nose brushed hers. Finn's fingers brushed to her arms then travelled up to her cheeks, rubbing her jaw gently then stopped once again when it accidentally brushed her lower lip. When she fluttered her eyes open, she almost lost her breath. Finn Nelson was really there, holding her lovingly, with his eyes glimmering like rubies, shining at her with a tint of…love? Oh, Lord. This must be a dream. Just as she closed her eyes once again thinking that he's going to kiss her, Finn just suddenly pulled back, letting her go as if she's just nothing but a useless piece of trash. When Rae snapped her eyes open, she saw his eyes lost its glimmer, and was now replaced with emotionless and nonchalant stare. Her heart stopped. "You're nothing but a low-graded slut," he snarled, frown marring his handsome face. Okay, now those fluttering freaky butterflies were gone. "What?!" she yelled in disbelief. Oh, heck. She didn't care if Finch wakes up alright. That bastard already called her a bitch. Then called her a whore, which is in the first place, is definitely NOT her type of character. And now, he's calling her a low-graded slut?! What the heck is wrong with him?! Her yell didn't even shift Finn. He just stood there, not rigid, but just there. His was breathing slow, deliberate. He didn't even shift any muscle, completely impassive if she must say. When she didn't hear him say a word, she continued, "I am NOT a slut, Finn." He didn't spoke. A groan escaped from her lips. She was frustrated now, she knew. And if this guy is just going to stand there not talking. Oh, she was damn sure she's going to pick up that pepper spray again and this time, shot it in his beautiful eyes. Oh God, help her, now she's thinking his eyes are beautiful. Still, he didn't spoke. He was just there, speculating her with his damn hard stare that leaves her breathless. God, what's his problem? She didn't remember him being mute! He just talked a few minutes ago! "Seems like you're one to me," Already fed up with her anger, she slapped him. Slapped him with all her emotions bundled up in one great force. All her anger, frustration, hatred, loathes, confusion, exasperation. And most of all, love. "You changed." She whispered absentmindedly, not noticing she was already shaking with her emotions slowly flooding out of her She swore she saw his eyes widen a little, just a little, but barely noticeable. Yet he concealed it immediately with his cold stare. His left cheek was red from the impact. But for him it seems like it was nothing at all. Like it was just nothing but a slap of the wind, nothing more. "You left me. That's why I changed." he whispered lowly. Making it damn low that she didn't even heard it one bit. She didn't even need to anyway. I should've just killed her. Finn knew it would be much better if he just choked her to death when she was still hanging like a hang man earlier, yet maybe he was just too bothered to do so, and now look what happened. The bitch got away. He just really can't understand why he didn't do it. He can't understand why, but there was something like a magnetic force inside his gut that's preventing him from killing her. Fuck, he was already close to killing her. He was reallyclose on doing it. Yet he didn't. He couldn't. Thanks to that so-called force, that bitch almost made him infertile with that kick she just fucking did to his groin. But to hell with that shit, that attempted murder wasn't the thing bothering inside his mind, it was the fact that he almost kissed her. It's probably that shitty hormone again. He was just caught up from the moment he saw her acting all feisty. It made him remember how much of a tigress she was when they were in bed. Fuck off if he's thinking perverted things, he couldn't help it. He is a man with humongous sex drive. It was normal. And maybe he couldn't get away with the fact that it did quite crack his façade when she called him a whore. I mean, hey, he may fuck women but that didn't mean he's a whore. And besides, she was the one being a whore because she left him, even though he didn't know what's the reason, he was damn sure she left him for a man, and brought his son with her so that she can use it as an advantage against him. It was funny that he only realized it now. His hidden anger was gushing in to his system like a virus in a computer, because heck, it really was like a virus, you never knew that it was already victimized until it shows up on you. He just really realized it now. And he was damn stupid for not noticing it. He was mad, alright. And it only added the fuel she damaged his ego by calling him a whore. He could feel his jaw throbbing with anger when it was set with fury. And he knew that the bitch saw it too, because he noticed her eyes gaze dart towards it. He even took it as a chance to speculate her appearance when she was too busy scrutinizing him. She still didn't change. She was still blooming with life. Still radiating with her beauty that she always disregard before when they were still a couple. Her hips were a bit narrower now, maybe because she's already experience getting pregnant. Yet even so, she was still sexy, with the curves and all. Her body was still something to die for. And it was still perfectly compatible with his. Heck, when he hugged her earlier it still matched with his. Like their bodies were made for each other. But he knew that it wasn't. Maybe his hormones were just really gushing out of his pores. Maybe because he didn't have any sex these few days, his junior might be just looking for something to penetrate. But god, he just can't really understand why this woman can turn him into a romantically crazed schoolboy; minus the crap they called "love", of course. He hopes so. So, now here they are looking at each other like a goldfish, not even blinking their own eyes in order to avoid it from getting sore. Yet ironically though, he didn't felt any pain in his own bloodshot eyes. It was as if it was soothing instead. God, he's crazy. Can someone just give him a scientific explanation as to why he's being such out of character? "Look," Rae started once again, breaking him out of his stupid thoughts, "you have to go, Finn. I still have to work tomorrow and I can't afford to be late. There's still a lot to catch up tomorrow because I took a leave. And Finch won't like it when I'm the reason why he's late for school tomorrow. If you want to talk why don't you just call me tomorrow and find a decent place to talk?" Finch? So that's the name of his son? Not bad. Thought it's quite funny how it was just a two letter different from his own name. It even matched properly with his kid's attitude. "Tomorrow." He heard himself say. Rae's eyebrows rose, "Tomorrow. Where?" Where? Where should they meet up? He can't seem to find any decent place to meet up with her. In a five-star restaurant would be too risky. A fast-food chain is not his type either. As if of nowhere, an idea suddenly ticked inside his head. Smirking, probably even grinning because it was too wide, he finally answered. "Restaurant de Manuer." It wouldn't be bad when they meet up to the place when they first met, right? And Jesus, her face was definitely priceless right now. kneekeyta alyssaloca milymargot thatfunnygirllauren jackiewalsh2013 happyfrasers tinakegg ninjarunningzi

LEFT BROKEN 4

Sorry for the late late update of the story i just been busy past months, so here the continuetion of Left broken

The cold and refreshing weather was all Rae craved for when she was still in London, and right this moment, she finally has it now. She was really happy she made the right decision on taking a short vacation here in Stamford with Finch, she can feel all of her fatigue washing out of her body as she closes her eyes, and the refreshing autumn air was dipping coldly on her exposed skin. She fluttered her eyes open, and was greeted by the calm and serene view at her wake; it’s exceptionally symmetrical form even made it calmer, the yellow-orange autumn leaves of the deciduous trees adorning the grass she’s standing at was complimenting the cold chill of upcoming winter, she fixed her gaze on the skies, it was gray, sign that the winter was fast approaching, the vast horizon emitting something like a white mist and the red-orange color of the leaves was somewhat making her feel a little melancholic.

You should stop thinking about it, her own mind said, trying to make her feelings think that everything will be OK and that she was going to be fine.

She knew she was running away from him, that she was damn scared that they might see each other again, she tried digesting the fact that London was huge and that it was impossible for them to cross paths but she her heart was keeping on ranting that they will indeed see each other.

She was convincing herself that this was the only way to avoid Finn from finding out that he was the father of Finch. But mostly part of it was that because she was afraid to face him, she was afraid to bore her eyes on those tantalizing eyes and be caught up again like a deer in the headlights.

She doesn’t care if they call her selfish, she doesn’t give a damn if people think that she was being a coward by hiding herself away from Finn. She knew that time will definitely come that Finch will know about his father, and knew that he will be in rage once he found out that her mother has been hiding him away from his Dad. That his Dad didn’t even knew that he has a freaking son.

Finch wasn’t vocal about questioning her about his dad but his eyes were the one’s speaking, almost shouting agonizingly at her.

Whenever they went out strolling at the park together and spot a kid happily wandering around with his Dad, hand in hand together, she always find him glancing up at her and mentally asking her about his Dad.

Mom, who’s my dad?

Mom, where is he?

Does my father hate me?

Rae always feel her heart wrench whenever those cold, melancholic eyes glance up to her, she knew he was seeking answers, but only kept his mouth shut to avoid her getting hurt with it. It might’ve sound foolish, but she was quite thankful that Finch didn’t ask her those questions, she was still not quite ready on what answers will she gave him.

It really touched her when her son was being sensitive to her feelings, he might be quite rude and stubborn but he was never insensitive, it might sound harsh whenever he speaks crudely but she knew that it was just his way of showing his care for an individual. He might seem cold and emotionless on the outside, but he was warm and kind in the inside, though he has this habit of hiding it away from people.

The young boy carefully chooses a person to trust. Believe it or not it took Chloe a year and 7 months before Finch could finally trust her, and right now he still doesn’t trust Mike so much.

Besides herself, Finch was only close with her stepdad and her 10 year old sister Jazz. Rae thought that maybe Finch was really close with them is that because they both shared the same attitude. Those 3 were similarly calm and collected, witty and wise, and rude but caring. The 3 of them were also quiet and prefers to spend the whole time watching T.V than staying at the outside with the bunch of crowd around.

It was probably why her stepdad chose to live here in the stamford, because the place was remote from the busy grounds of London, and also because you can vividly feel the weather of the seasons here than the Capital.

If Mikan only graduated in Uni, she could’ve been rich, and she could’ve been swimming with a bunch of money right this very moment and not suffering with any depts.

She closed her eyes once again, trying to reminisce and picture everything about her past, anything except for the certain dark brown eyed lad who turned her world upside down.

But then suddenly she felt a light tug on her sweater.

With a crack of an eye, she saw Finch tugging the hem of her clothes, his expression unfazed, still blank.

“Hm?” she hummed, drawing her palms out for an invitation for a certain gesture.

The boy immediately knew it was her sign, and without hesitation, he shoved his small hands out from his jacket pocket and linked hands with her, closing his dark brown eyes for a minute to feel her warmth.

Rae smiled at this, then, she bent her body down and swept the boy off his feet and carried him to her arms, closing her eyes as well as he encircled her neck with his small hands covered with his red jacket, readjusting himself from her warmth as he made himself comfortable in her arms.

“Do you like it here?” she whispered lovingly, straightening her body up so that she can still see the wonderful sight.

Finch buried his head to her neck, his ruffled hair tickling her pinkish cheeks and only making it worst when he nodded his head several times.

Rae giggled, leaning her cheeks to his head to feel more of his hair’s silkiness, she heard him stifle a small chuckle as he continues on nodding his head to tickle her with his hair and nibbling her sensitive neck playfully as he let out another chuckle.

Now this time, she’s finally laughing, gripping her soft hands to his torso to restrain him from falling, but the boy didn’t stop, he still keeps on doing it.

“Stop that,” she giggled, dipping her cheek firmly to somehow stop the ticklish feeling he’s giving her.

And for the sum of 3 minutes, he finally stopped, and this time, he was nuzzling her neck with his warm breath inhaling and exhaling. He has that habit of nuzzling and sniffing at her neck when she’s carrying him, it was an indication that he was tired and sleepy.

“We should probably go back to her grandma now,” she told him, and received nothing but a nod.

Then, they left the place, the wheezing sound of chilly air making the fallen leaves dance around the whole place.

Finn’s blood was boiling.

Not only because he found out that he has a son but also because he found out that the Rae just left the place she’s staying at with his child. The place was still intact. The land owner said that the woman staying there didn’t say anything about moving out.

He tried searching for her everywhere, from his son’s school, her work, and even the park. His anger only worsened when he found out from her boss that she just took a leave from work and will be back in 2 days time.

Huh, so she’s finally making her move now that she found out that he’s here in London. Woe to her, he was willing to do everything to gain his right for his child. That Rae can’t do anything to stop him; no one will ever defy him.

Rae was going to pay.

Snapping his eyes shut, he massaged his throbbing temple with his rough hands, this headache was killing him, and this game of Cat and Mouse was NOT really helping him at all. But even so, he didn’t do anything to stop his search. He’s not going to stop. He didn’t care if he wasted tons of money, he can always add them up anytime he wants.

What he cares now was his son. Fuck, he’s going to fucking kill that woman when he saw her; he’s going to fucking wring out that neck of hers until she dies from lack of air.

How dare she hide her son from him? Left him just because she’s pregnant? That selfish, she’s probably planning on blackmailing him about spreading news that he has a son and use the boy as an advantage so that she can have his money. Well, he didn’t care about that. He was willing to pay her billions just so that he can have the kid.

God, she probably brain-washed the poor boy, telling him bloody lies about his father not giving any damn for him, she probably sugar-coated the boy some massive shit about him so that the boy would despise him.

His lips let out a low growl, his muscular hands curling into as fist as he watched its knuckles turn white with rage, his white teeth clenched, producing faint sounds of grinding together with a growl that would match up the Lion’s.

But the most dangerous though, was his eyes. It was burning deep red.

Then for a second, it clashed with a pair of panic-stricken blue ones.

“God, Finn, what the heck’s wrong with you? You look…” Archie’s voice faltered for a while, thinking for the appropriate word to describe him as he strides on his way to him, he looked at his face, his glower, his gritted white teeth, his clenching hands, and his piercing bloodshot eyes, “like a murderer.” Yup, that’s the word.

Finn didn’t answer. He just stayed there, sitting on his swivel chair while his elbows were propped against the mahogany table, this time with his fingers intertwined, and his firm, hard jaw resting against his knuckles. His glare never wavers.

Archie knew this look, it was the same look when Finn found out that one of his financers was sprouting dirty money on his business, and he can still quite remember what happened to the poor man like a permanent scar when Finn had taken his move on him, and mind you, it was too horrible that he preferred not reminiscing those.

Thinking that he’ll never get the answer he’s seeking for, he gave up and slumped his butt on the swivel chair just across Finn’s, tapping his manly finger on the hard wood while looking anywhere but him.

“I have a son,” he heard a low, guttural voice from behind him. Archie twirled his head to his direction, raising his right brow upward.

“Come again?”

There was a long pause. “I’ve got a son, Archie,” he repeated, and this time, loud enough for the blonde to hear.

Dead silence….

Silence…

Deafening silence…

Then, it broke.

“WHAT?!”

Ok, that seriously went out unexpected. His ears must be playing tricks on him. No, he just took his hearing examination 3 days ago and the doctor said it was normal, but, seriously, it was just too impossible. His-that guy uses his mind than his dick so it was clearly impossible for him to have a child. Maybe he should ask again.

Finn seemed to notice that look Archie was obliviously giving off, since his dark brown orbs seems to darken, his growl getting louder, like a Lion’s frightening growl. And God Lord, his face was getting hard. Literally.

“Leave this place at once, Archie.”

Archie’s blonde hair swift instantly to the sides once he heard his command. Leave? Huh, he’s got to be kidding him. He’s not going to leave when he just gave him the most shocking news that almost dropped his precious soul. Oh yeah, Archie wasn’t going to leave his 4 cornered room until that idiot explains everything.

And when he said everything, it means from start to finish.

“I’m not leaving.” He confidently drawled. This time, he was completely facing him, face to face, with the mahogany desk separating them from ripping their throats out.

The dark brown eyed lad let out a low growl, he was mad, alright. But, he didn’t give any damn.

It was kinda funny, really, coz he was acting like a damn perverse lad, earlier he was acting like an incredulous jerk, and now he’s acting like a damn detective demanding answers.

But there was no time to laugh right now.

The situation was too damn serious for him to feel ridiculed.

“Arch.” Finn groaned, his tone menacingly threatening.

As much as he hated admitting it, he almostpeed on his pants when he heard his best friend’s threatening tone. He’d seen him like this before, but that was only once. Finn rarely gets mad, he was always self-composed and calm, even at most crucial times, he never loses his temper, and it was quite surprising to see him deadly mad.

“I’ve made myself clear, Finn. I’m not leaving.”

For the sum of 5 minutes of glaring at each other, Finn finally gave up, sighing as he raised both his hands as a sign of surrender.

“Ok, suit yourself.”

Grinning triumphantly, the blond immediately settled himself on the cushioned swivel chair facing Finn while he, like Finn, also tangled his fingers together as he settle himself, face to face.

Seeing that the stupid blond was really determined and seemingly looked attentive, he heave out another sigh of grieve.

And the blond got what he wanted.

“So, how’s London, pet?” Her mum asked serenely to Rae sitting across her as she sipped the newly-brewed tea that Karim specially prepared for him.

Sipping the hot drink as well, Rae answered, “It was fine, mum. Finch was okay with his studies, in fact, he was even an honor student in their class.” She took a short glance at the dark brown-eyed boy just a few feet away from them, who was just there sitting leisurely at the wooden floor while talking to her sister, Jazz.

“That’s great,” she commented, this time placing the ceramic teacup on the wooden table just front of her.

Rae nodded respectfully, and then she, as well, decided to share a conversation with her, “How about you, mum? How’s life?”

This earned her a humorous laugh from her mum, her blue green eyes shimmering like emerald gem, her soft, silky blonde tresses jiggling a bit as her shoulders rocked simultaneously with his chest on his every laugh.

“You make it sound like my life’s been through difficulties.” She said, this time, slowly calming down for her shoulders seemed to relax a little.

Rae only giggled.

“Well,” she added, “with you gone for almost quite long, there were some changes.”

She smiled, looking at her mum over the rim of her ceramic tea mug, and saw her looking at her as well.

“Rae,” Linda suddenly drawled, her stare suddenly turning into a serious one, “why did you come here?”

Oh, God. She’s busted.

Archie couldn’t believe it. He fucking can’t believe it.

Finn, the ever so cold and grumpy guy in the whole-wide world…

Was a father.

A freaking father.

A father of a kid who didn’t even knew a shit about him, add to that.

“So, you only found out about it now?” he queried, trying his utmost best not to sound harsh.

Finn let out another low growl, causing Archie to fidget on his seat. “Yeah,”

Trying to ease the tension, Archie stood up from the chair, pacing around Finn’s office, “So what are you going to do now that you found out that you’re a father?”

He heard a sigh from Finn, and soon realized that the poor man was already stressed out, he can’t believe he failed to notice the eyebags surrounding his sockets, his 5 o'clock shadow wasn’t even shaved, his dress was such a mess, and his breath was a bit shallow.

Archie’s eyes immediately flared, “Never mind about that,” He added before Finn could even open his mouth to answer him, “Clean yourself up first before you open that mouth.”

Finn grunted, “I don’t have time for that crap, Archie. I still have to look for that bitch.”

“Oh, yeah? Do you wanna look like a Mexican wrestler when you face your son? Dude, you’re going to scare him shitless!”

The moment Archie said the frigging word, Finn groaned, earning a triumphant smirk from the blonde, well of course he never wanted that to happen, he didn’t want to make a bad impression from his son, the boy might disregard him for being his father.

“You know what?” Finn started, finally chuckling, “You freaking sound right now.”

Archie then followed suit, “I caught his virus.”

Finn rolled his eyes, standing up and striding his way to the door with Archie following him, the idiot was still chuckling, “That’s what you get for hanging out with the monkey.”

“Oh, really?” he challenged, crossing his manly arms over his chest, “Does that counts to you as well?”

“Shut up, Archie. We both know that I’m completely sane than that frigging Chop.”

“I don’t think so. Right now, you look like you’re about to run around with a butcher knife and chase women.”

“I don’t need to chase women, Archie. They’re the one chasing me.”

Achie laughed, “Touché.”

“Wait, Finn.” The blonde suddenly called, making Finn halt to stop just to look at him with raised eyebrows.

“I need to pee.” And Archie freaking needs it. NOW.

“What, Rachel? Aren’t you going to tell me the reason why you came here?” Linda’s firm voice rang the whole 4 cornered living room of the Botchut residence, causing Rae to jerk by the sudden firmness her voice, and some slight nervousness as well.

Oh, she should’ve known better than to come here and give a lame excuse of visiting her Mum. She sighed. Oh, God. She knew her mum was demanding answers right now, but what could she do?

Oh, dammit. She should’ve think first before coming here, despite that cool façade her mum is showing in that face of her, that woman easily suspects.

Well, there’s nothing she could do, her mum deserves to know the truth anyways, she was the one who took great care of her when she was pregnant with Finch, and also the one who defended her from the excruciations of people, so at least this could be the appropriate way of showing her gratitude, she guess.

Before moving on by the supposedly shocking news, she made sure Finch wasn’t listening, and found out that the boy was only just few feet away from her, and is awfully in the hearing-zone.

“Karim,” a firm yet calm voice of her mun called, earning another jerk from Rae.

Silver tresses swept sideways when Karim averted his head to their direction, he was watching Jazz with Finch watching telly, and it seems to it that he was attentive to them.

The man didn’t answer, but he made sure to let Linda know that he was being attentive.

“Bring Jazz and Finch outside, anywhere, just not here. Rachel and I have something important to discuss.” She ask, her husband sweetly.

Rae’s head immediately snapped to her mum. This is stupid? Finch will surely suspect it when she said something like that!

Linda shared the same posture, but, opposite of Rae’s demeanor, was her cool and calm façade. Her eyebrows shot up, giving her a what-are-you-looking-for look.

Rae bit back a groan. Urgh. With a roll of her eyes, she stared back to the man who was now looking speculatively at them, his façade emotionless and void, yet there was a spark of interest on those emerald eyes of his.

Her thoughts were immediately cut off when Karim stood up from the sofa, carrying Finch to his already powerful arms and hold Jazz his other hand, Finch paid no mind of carrying him of course, because he must’ve ticked his interest when the man whispered something on his ears whilst carrying him.

When they were finally alone, Rae realized that her mum was patiently staring at her, waiting for her to speak and get on with it.

Sighing audibly, Rae finally spoked, “She’s here, mum.”

At first she thought she would hear a gasp from her mum, or probably a confused gaze at her, but she surprised her when he just looked at her in her casual way, then queried, “What are you going to do then?”

Figures, she knew it! She knew he was going to ask her that!

“I don’t know, mum.” Another sigh went out from her lips.

Linda scoffed, “I don’t know, my ass. I know you’re not stupid, Rachel.”

Wow, who knew her mum would say such vulgar word? Well, it really did change here when she was away. But no, it wasn’t the perfect time to feel outcast or such, something was as stake here, Finch.

“Maybe run away? Go to another planet? I really don’t know, mum. I really don’t know,” was her desperate reply, clutching the ceramic cup as if her whole life depends on it.

“Running away will do you no good, Rae.”

“And what would I do then? Go to him and say, ‘Oh, hi Finn! Did you know that you were a father? Meet Finch, your son, your son who I took away from you!” Oh, geez. She didn’t have time to follow the “respect your elders” oath that her mum always taught her.

Linda just sit there across her, completely rigid, except for her hands which were busy lifting the teacup up to her thin lips for her to sip.

Rae waited, waited for any response coming out from her, milliseconds turned seconds, seconds turned to minute, and minute turned into minutes.

For her, it seems like for eternity until Linda finally opened her mouth to speak.

“She deserves to know, Rae. If it wasn’t for him, Finch wouldn’t be with you right now.”

Urgh. Why did her mum have to be this logical?

After the so-called logical talk and debates with her mum, Rae finally made up her mind. Finn really do deserved to know about his son, and it was also, the time to make up her heart as well, after all, past is past. There was nothing for them to settle anymore, well, except for Finch.

On their way home, Rae only did nothing but ponder on her thoughts, thinking for any possible turn up events that might happen now that Finn’s going to be part of Finch’s once peaceful life.

Sighing silently, she looked down to the sleeping figure lying comfortably on her lap, raven tresses sprawled carelessly at her jeans, with the small arm tucked beneath the small head.

Using her free hand, Rae brushed off the hair covering Finch’s handsome face, then caressed his smooth, young skin using the back of her hands, a her lips unconsciously tugging up into a smile.

He looked so peaceful in his sleep right now. There was no shade of tired lines on his forehead, lips were firmly shut, and his eye lashes were long that it even brushed on his cheek.

Why did he have to look so much like his father?

She closed her eyes whilst puffing out another stressful sigh. She can’t even remember how times she sighed on this very day. And don’t even wanna bother counting them.

Memories of Finn Nelson flashed on her memories once again like lightning. From the restaurant to the first date, the first time she met his parent, to the time they spent their very first night sprawled naked in bed, making love.

She can still clearly remember every second of it. Every tingling sensations they both shared together. And she didn’t even know how to put an end to it.

Times together with Finn was what she calls “unforgettable”, because just like what the freaking word says, it’s hard to forget. Or preferably, can’t forget.

But fortunately though, as time passes by, the feelings slowly faltered. But it wasn’t the love for him that dissolved.

It was the pain.

The pain of seeing Finn fucking another woman on their 1st anniversary with her very own eyes, which was the sole reason of why she left him together with the baby she was planning to tell him on that very day.

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