Publishedat 9th of April 2019 05:06:43 PMChapter 89
She looked at him with mild disdain in her eyes as she sincerely felt that he had cheated . He was too clever with his words and she had realized it now the hard way after falling into his traps multiple times .
She was angry and she pouted her lips and said,
"You cheated . Twisting the words is not fair" .
"Cheated? That"s a very strongly opinionated word, Miss Akira . Don"t you think so?", he said and turned towards her .
"Strongly opinionated? Really? Then what about the fool I made out of myself by teaching you the rules of the dancing? Jeez, I even told you how to count the steps rhythmically . The whole time I was thinking I was teaching you and helping you learn", she said disappointedly .
"Yes, you were . It was a good brush up of the fundamentals you know . Your efforts are much appreciated and I must say, you do possess good teaching abilities", he said with all seriousness .
His words somehow made her even angrier . Her face turned red hot . She couldn"t believe that he let her go on and on and on about dancing when he himself was a master and probably danced even better than her . She felt like a complete idiot .
"Then I guess you have practiced enough and probably that"s all the a.s.sistance that you would be needing from me", Akira said sarcastically .
"Are you angry with me or something?" Raymond asked .
"Really? Did you get that now?", she asked disdainfully .
"How do I know? Your emotions are always jumbled up . Sometimes your heart wants something, but your mouth speaks otherwise", Raymond said and threw a double-edged knife of twisted words at her .
"What do you mean?", she demanded .
"Didn"t you tell that you like dirty dancing and wanted to dance like that someday?", He asked .
"I did, so?", Akira questioned back .
"So instead of thanking me, I don"t understand why are you getting angry with me", Raymond said and sat on the chair next to him .
"I am angry because you lied to me", Akira said and looked at him .
"I didn"t and you know that", he said calmly and then again folded his hands in front of him defensively .
She opened her mouth to say something but then she restrained herself . She stomped her feet lightly on the floor and with a grudge-filled heart, she walked towards her shoes . She picked up her heels and turned towards the sofa which was present on the left end of the room . She slumped on the sofa and started buckling up the straps of her heels on her ankles .
Her hands were still trembling as she hadn"t fully recovered from the intimate dance that they had shared . Her heart was still racing at its peak and her focus was dispersed . She struggled a bit to get the strap into the pin correctly .
"Do you need help with that?", he asked .
She saw that he was still gawking at her intently and it seemed like he had no intention to give up .
"No thanks!!! I am good", she replied spitefully .
She was showing off of all her anger towards him because deep down she wasn"t really angry because of his lies . She was angry with herself for the way she lost all her control . She was angry because she couldn"t understand why she acted so recklessly . No matter what, he was still her boss . She was angry because with him she lost the sense of self-restraint . She was unable to accept the fact that even though she knew her boundaries clearly, she had herself pushed it way too far .
After she was done with her shoes, she got up and said,
"As our practice session is over, I guess I would take my leave now" .
She knew that he would have had made plans for the cooking dinner with her as discussed earlier, but she was scared of spending more time with him .
Raymond didn"t utter a single word and he sat on the chair nonchalantly . She walked to the desk where he was sitting to pick up her bag and mobile phone which she had kept on top of it . But before she could pick her stuff and move an inch away, he clasped her hands in his own . He didn"t pull her close but made her turn towards him . He looked up into her eyes and said,
"Tell me why you are angry?" .
Akira lost her patience and said,
"I told you earlier . I do not like twisted statements . You could have told me clearly that you just wanted a partner to practice" .
Then she turned her face away unable to face his look .
"Akira can you look at me and tell me why are you really angry?", he asked again calmly .
"I told you already", she said but this time her voice staggered .
She nervously started fiddling with the hemline of her skirt and said,
"How many times do you want to hear the same thing? I thought you were the smart one?"
"I will just ask you one more time Akira . Why are you angry?", he asked this time with a gentle soft tone and took her other hand which was fiddling with her skirt into his own .
She continued looking down, unable to raise her head .
How could she tell him that she was angry with herself? How could she tell him she was angry because he made her heart race and skip a beat? How could she tell him that she was mad with herself for being so naive?
But probably he understood her . So no matter how angry she was at him, or at least pretended to, he didn"t feel bad at all . Somehow he understood the predicament of the whole situation and wanted to draw her out of it .
So he let go of her hands and got up . He took a few steps and started walking out of the room . Then dramatically after a few steps he stopped and turned towards her and said,
"Some unapologetic moron promised me to be my sous-chef today . I just hope they don"t back down on their words and simply run away" .
She looked at him with mild disdain in her eyes as she sincerely felt that he had cheated . He was too clever with his words and she had realized it now the hard way after falling into his traps multiple times
.
.
She was angry and she pouted her lips and said, .
.
"You cheated . Twisting the words is not fair"
.
.
"Cheated? That"s a very strongly opinionated word, Miss Akira . Don"t you think so?", he said and turned towards her
.
"Strongly opinionated? Really? Then what about the fool I made out of myself by teaching you the rules of the dancing? Jeez, I even told you how to count the steps rhythmically . The whole time I was thinking I was teaching you and helping you learn", she said disappointedly
.
.
"Yes, you were . It was a good brush up of the fundamentals you know . Your efforts are much appreciated and I must say, you do possess good teaching abilities", he said with all seriousness
.
.
His words somehow made her even angrier . Her face turned red hot . She couldn"t believe that he let her go on and on and on about dancing when he himself was a master and probably danced even better than her . She felt like a complete idiot
.
"Then I guess you have practiced enough and probably that"s all the a.s.sistance that you would be needing from me", Akira said sarcastically
.
.
"Are you angry with me or something?" Raymond asked
.
"Really? Did you get that now?", she asked disdainfully
.
.
"How do I know? Your emotions are always jumbled up . Sometimes your heart wants something, but your mouth speaks otherwise", Raymond said and threw a double-edged knife of twisted words at her
.
"What do you mean?", she demanded
.
"Didn"t you tell that you like dirty dancing and wanted to dance like that someday?", He asked
.
"I did, so?", Akira questioned back
.
.
"So instead of thanking me, I don"t understand why are you getting angry with me", Raymond said and sat on the chair next to him
.
.
"I am angry because you lied to me", Akira said and looked at him
.
"I didn"t and you know that", he said calmly and then again folded his hands in front of him defensively
.
.
She opened her mouth to say something but then she restrained herself . She stomped her feet lightly on the floor and with a grudge-filled heart, she walked towards her shoes . She picked up her heels and turned towards the sofa which was present on the left end of the room . She slumped on the sofa and started buckling up the straps of her heels on her ankles
.
Her hands were still trembling as she hadn"t fully recovered from the intimate dance that they had shared . Her heart was still racing at its peak and her focus was dispersed . She struggled a bit to get the strap into the pin correctly
.
"Do you need help with that?", he asked
.
.
She saw that he was still gawking at her intently and it seemed like he had no intention to give up
.
"No thanks!!! I am good", she replied spitefully
.
.
She was showing off of all her anger towards him because deep down she wasn"t really angry because of his lies . She was angry with herself for the way she lost all her control . She was angry because she couldn"t understand why she acted so recklessly . No matter what, he was still her boss . She was angry because with him she lost the sense of self-restraint . She was unable to accept the fact that even though she knew her boundaries clearly, she had herself pushed it way too far
.
After she was done with her shoes, she got up and said, .
.
"As our practice session is over, I guess I would take my leave now"
.
She knew that he would have had made plans for the cooking dinner with her as discussed earlier, but she was scared of spending more time with him
.
Raymond didn"t utter a single word and he sat on the chair nonchalantly . She walked to the desk where he was sitting to pick up her bag and mobile phone which she had kept on top of it . But before she could pick her stuff and move an inch away, he clasped her hands in his own . He didn"t pull her close but made her turn towards him . He looked up into her eyes and said, .
.
"Tell me why you are angry?"
.
Akira lost her patience and said, .
.
"I told you earlier . I do not like twisted statements . You could have told me clearly that you just wanted a partner to practice"
.
Then she turned her face away unable to face his look
.
"Akira can you look at me and tell me why are you really angry?", he asked again calmly
.
"I told you already", she said but this time her voice staggered
.
She nervously started fiddling with the hemline of her skirt and said, .
.
"How many times do you want to hear the same thing? I thought you were the smart one?" .
.
"I will just ask you one more time Akira . Why are you angry?", he asked this time with a gentle soft tone and took her other hand which was fiddling with her skirt into his own
.
She continued looking down, unable to raise her head
.
How could she tell him that she was angry with herself? How could she tell him she was angry because he made her heart race and skip a beat? How could she tell him that she was mad with herself for being so naive? .
.
But probably he understood her . So no matter how angry she was at him, or at least pretended to, he didn"t feel bad at all . Somehow he understood the predicament of the whole situation and wanted to draw her out of it
.
So he let go of her hands and got up . He took a few steps and started walking out of the room . Then dramatically after a few steps he stopped and turned towards her and said, .
.
"Some unapologetic moron promised me to be my sous-chef today . I just hope they don"t back down on their words and simply run away"