Chapter 2

Eternity’s POV

I notice I am hovering over a man.

He has tousled dark black hair, which is thick and lustrous. His eyes are hypnotic deep crystal blue. Flecks of silvery light perform ballet throughout. His face is strong and defined. His features are molded from granite. He has dark eyebrows, which slope downward in a serious expression. His lips are drawn into a hard line across his face. His perfect lips are ripe for kissing.

When our eyes meet, I feel time stops. Everything pauses, it’s just him and me.

The crystal blue color swirls into an Atlantic blue as he gazes at me. I can feel myself becoming hypnotized by the changing colors.

I can see wind-stirred waves in his eyes. If one is brave enough to enter their depths, all else will blur, and you will fall so deeply in love that you will choose to stay there, no matter what. Of that, I’m completely sure.

“What the hell, girl? If you don’t know how to ride a bicycle, why the hell do you ride it? What if something happens to my favorite car?” he snaps with his jaw clenched.

He squints at me with hardened eyes that once had been my salvation, but now they bring only unfounded accusations. Their color has just reminded me of my seaport home, gazing out to where the blue of the ocean blended into the blue of the sky. Now they are simply chilling.

Every muscle on his face is tense, and without a word, he communicates intense mistrust, anger, and despising. He is glaring at me, seething, clenching his fists rhythmically…

His sudden outburst takes me back, and I even bare my teeth after hearing his ugly words.

“It’s none of your business, Mr. Whatever-your-name-is, I don’t care,” I snap at him with clenched fists.

“Did you have mental issues? Because of you I am in this condition,” he barks with a dry mouth.

I notice he wears an expensive maroon suit, but his hand is bleeding. Of course, because of falling on the hard surface of the road, practically because of me. Even though I am hovering over him, it’s so intimate.

“Oh, so sorry,” he says and gets up from behind. I extend my hand to him to help him, but he abruptly stands by himself, rejecting my help.

Whatever he thinks of me, the truth is he is injured because of my stupidity. Even though blood is coming out of his hand, he doesn’t even let a scratch come to me. I am perfectly fine because of him.

“You are hurt,” I say and take his hand to examine the wound, but he quickly snatches away his hand from my touch as if I am about to burn him.

“I don’t need your help. I will take care of it by myself,” he snaps with bared teeth.

I close my eyes, breathing deeply. One, two, three, four, five…

I notice a clay ball beneath my feet; I crush it so hard, cursing in my heart. It’s practically my mistake. I should be grateful to him rather than be angry with him.

“Please, let me at least examine your wound, otherwise it will catch something serious,” I say, second-guessing the consequences if I don’t treat his wound. What if he catches a serious infection?

He stares intensely into my eyes. Something flickers in his beautiful crystal blue eyes, some unknown emotion. Before I can read it, they change to his usual cold, emotionless eyes.

“Don’t you understand? I don’t need your bloody help. Get lost from here!” he sneers at me.

“Listen, Mister. I am going to examine your wound, don’t you dare to refuse me!” I say, thrusting my chin upward to him, who seems surprised by my outburst.

I lead him to his car; it is that Mexus. How beautiful is this car… Ugh, my obsession…

I open the door of the car for him and make him sit there.

“Um, you have to pull away from your suit so I can properly see your wound and treat it,” I say, and he sighs and starts taking off his suit.

I help him do it. When he finally takes off his suit, he is in a white shirt. Even from the shirt, I can see his perfectly sculpted abs and Greek god’s body like bliss. Wait, what am I thinking? No, he is a jerk but still my savior.

I unbutton his shirt because his elbow and lower hand are injured; he is staring at me without blinking his eyes. Does he ever blink?

I take a first aid kit and cotton and drip it into an antiseptic.

“It will hurt a little, but trust me, not much,” I say to him, and he rolls his eyes while tapping his foot.

While I am treating his wound, I feel his eyes on me the entire time. I look up and notice him again, having emotions in his cold eyes. When he noticed my gaze, his eyes again darkened. He looked away from me with fidgeting muscles.

“Get out,” he barks at me.

I frown, confused. “W-what?” I ask, gripping the hem of the bandage in my hand.

You saved me from that freaking accident, Mr. Unmannered Jerk. I don’t think I made your condition so bad that you’re talking to me in such a rude manner.

He closes his eyes, and his hands are clenched into fists. “I said get the hell out. I don’t like to repeat myself.” This time he replies loudly to me, with bared teeth.

I quickly get out of his car as he says to me, and a man in his late thirties comes running toward us. He is in a white uniform, like a driver.

“Sir,” he says, bowing slightly.

I take some steps back to turn around and look away.

“Blake, to my penthouse,” he orders, and Blake quickly runs toward the driver’s seat.

Mr. Jerk closes his car’s window.

I cup my elbow with one hand while tapping my lips with the other.

The sound of the car starts to eavesdrop on my ears.

I stare at Mr. Jerk already in the car, but like he realizes something, he quickly snaps his head in my direction, just as his cold eyes meet mine.

I feel my breathing grow faster and more audible. Something is there in those beautiful crystal blue eyes, and after some seconds, the car is out of my sight like it has never existed.

Poor Blake. How can he even tolerate that irritated by everything in this world Mr. Jerk? My cheeks dimple at my thoughts. I should not think like this. He saved me from the accident.

I can’t even say thank you to him. He saved me from getting hurt, but how could I? He didn’t even talk properly to me, and besides this, why was he so rude and cold toward me? I shake away this thought.

Well, it seems like I have to take the subway to my apartment.

I shrug and go toward the subway station.