April 8, 2021
10:45 am
Alexis' Office, A.R. Productions
Alexis
I sighed again and kept my eyes on the music sheet. I should be composing a song right now for one of our artists, but the beautiful man sleeping on the couch is pulling my attention. Like a fucking magnet.
I thought something happened to him so I had Robbie to call for a doctor. It turned out, he was just sleep-deprived. I don't care the reason why and I don't want to care, but something about him is poking my curiosity. He seemed familiar but I don't know where I saw him.
I put on my headphones and focused my attention on the task at hand. The song is supposed to be a sad love song. The typical 'I love you but you don't, so I'll let you go' kind of thing. It's all the rave nowadays. People just love listening to songs that make their hearts pound painfully. Not sure if they're masochistic or whatever. Even broken-hearted people listen to depressing songs.
How stupid can you be? You're hurting, and you want to hurt some more by having your own pity party?
I took off my headphones, leaned against my chair, and closed my eyes. Several muddled sounds were being delivered to my ears, but I need inspiration. I want to hear that heart-wrenching sound that will tug the heartstring of the listeners.
I sat straight when I saw him stir. He lazily sat down and yawned. I grabbed the handle of my chair when he slowly opened his eyes, and turned to me, locking those mysterious gray orbs at me.
He furrowed his brows and nodded his head when realization dawned on him. Then his eyes scanned my whole office, setting his sight on the drawer on his left. He picked up the blank sketchpad and sauntered towards me, yawning lazily as he held out his hand.
My forehead creased. "What? What do you want?"
He clucked his tongue in annoyance and leaned in. My body immediately turned on its flight response and I frantically slid away from him, like he got some disease. He arched his brows and shook his head, then reached for the permanent marker. Oh, so that's it. He wants to borrow the permanent marker.
I cleared my throat and acted as if nothing happened. "Geez, you should've told me that you wanted to borrow the marker. You scared me, man."
He rolled his eyes again and hurriedly wrote in the sketchpad.
I'm mute, you dumbass!
I scoffed. How dare he called me a dumbass? "Hah! How was I supposed to know? It's not like you have a sign on your forehead about your condition. Stupid." I added in a mocking tone.
He gasped and widened his eyes. I bet no one called him stupid before, from the way shock filled his gorgeous expr-- Nope. Don't go there. He's not gorgeous, and definitely not your type, Alex.
He angrily scribbled again on the next page. Stupid?! You're stupid, stupid! Why am I here anyway? Who are you? Did you kidnap me?! His eyes widened in horror and stepped backward, clutching the sketchpad against his chest, as if to protect him from some perverted monster.
I snorted and stood up. "First of all, my name is Alexis Romanov, the owner of this recording company, which you tried to jump off from. Second, I did not kidnap you. I saved you, stupid. Finally, you're not my type. Don't flatter yourself."
His gray orbs were immediately filled with fury and in no time, he was swatting me like a fly with the sketchpad. I ran as far as I can from him, both of us huffing in anger and heavily panting. His lilac hair exploded and a bit messy, his plump lips pursed in a thin line, and the way those gray pools glared at me intensely... Fuck. I'm doomed.
I winced when he scribbled again on the pad, his grip on the marker so tight, while he stared at me angrily.
You fucker! You should've let me be! Why did you have to meddle in my business!
A wave of indescribable anger filled my being. "That's it. I can tolerate those flowery words you had thrown at me," I spat dangerously and approached him slowly. He stepped backward, a smirk slowly creeping on my face. He gulped and gasped when his back hit the wall.
He looked around in panic for some escape but I was faster. I caged him between my arms and stared him down. " ... but I will not tolerate anyone killing themselves in my building. You can choose another place to die, but never in my building. I don't want it to be a spot of paranormal activities."
His lips parted and I was sent into a panic when tears formed in his eyes. "Shit. Why are you crying? Did I scare you? Fuck! Stop crying!" My hands were trembling as I shakily cupped his face and wiped his tears gently.
My guilt doubled when he hiccuped and the tears turned into sobs. Muted sobs, more like heaving. Fuck! "Hey, hey. Look at me. Please." He obeyed and his glassy eyes got me swearing inwardly. I took a deep breath and wiped his tears using my thumb. "I... I'm sorry if I scared you."
He stared at me innocently but my attention was on his parted lips. I gulped hard, trying to distract myself from crashing my lips against his when someone slammed the door to my office.
"You sonofa... let him go!" I frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about, realizing that I was still cupping the brat's cheeks, tears still streaming on his face.
I widened my eyes when a very angry, muscled man ran towards me, a very hard punch landing on my lower jaw. The impact sent me flying to my table, the pain of my jaw and lower back making me wince.
The taste of blood exploded in my mouth, as I rubbed my busted lip. The brat was now holding the man's arm to keep him from slugging me. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."
****
"We are very sorry. We did not mean for this situation to happen. Please, don't sue us." A blonde man taller than the brat was nearly begging, while I sat behind my desk, a lawyer on my right, while Robbie was on my left, glaring at the visitor.
The man who punched me earlier was still glaring at me with daggers, his knuckles turning white from too much pressure, while the brat was rubbing the man's arm, calming him down. I don't know why, but that irked me.
I turned to the blonde man and grimaced when I tried to open my mouth. "Before anything else, introduce yourselves first." He nodded and handed me a business card.
"My name is Scott Williams. I own a psychiatric clinic three blocks away from here." He began politely and gave me a small smile. Then, he glared at the huge man who cleared his throat and averted his eyes.
"The man who punched you is my assistant, Adam Taylor; and the brat who tried to jump off of your building is Theo Zeller." Scott gave one last glare to Adam and Theo before turning his attention to me, the fierce vixen was replaced by an angelic expression.
No wonder Theo and Adam are scared.
I heaved a deep sigh and leaned against my chair. "Honestly, I feel so wronged. I saved that brat from a suicide attempt, but I got a punch in return. I'm not sure if I should settle." Scott gulped and stood up, then went to Adam and smacked his head.
"What the fuck?" Adam gritted his teeth and Scott arched his brow.
"Do I have to remind you every single damn time not to get violent? I asked you to look for Theo, but you brought me a problem. You should be thankful to...I'm sorry, what was your name again?" He gestured towards me.
"Alexis Romanov."
"Thank you." Scott smiled and turned to Adam angrily. "Theo would be drowning in his own blood if Alexis was not able to grab Theo on time."
Adam and Theo bowed their head guiltily, while my lawyer and Robbie bit their lips to hide their smiles. When Adam glared at them, the two cleared their throat and stared at the ceiling.
I closed my eyes and massaged my temples. Too many negative emotions are flowing in the air, but it was muted when Theo stood up from his seat and approached me. What the hell is happening?
He scribbled on the pad. I'm sorry, Axl. Does your lip still hurt? His eyes full of worry were fixed on my busted lip.
"Axl? Are you talking to me?" Theo rolled his eyes and scribbled again.
Technically, I was writing down my responses. I'm selectively mute, remember?
"For someone who is selectively mute, you sure are sassy and chatty," I mumbled and immediately backed away when he lifted the pad.
Asshole! I don't like you now, Axl. Theo pouted and folded his arms.
"What? Why? You liked me earlier?" A small smile cracked my face, only to wince again when I felt the sharp sting.
A faint blush tinted his cheeks and ran outside, Adam on his heels. Scott sighed and approached me. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Romanov. But can you please withdraw the charge? I cannot tell you our reason for now, but I promise this won't happen again. Send me all of your expenses later. You have my number. I have to chase them. Bye!"
"Hmm... that went...well? What was I even doing here, Alex? I have a date with my sweet bean." Lexus Torres, one of my best buds and my lawyer, asked.
Robbie snickered. "Dude, you were Alex's poor attempt to intimidate Adam. I mean, how can he build such muscles in all the right places? I have been going to the gym, but I don't have those kinds of muscles." Robbie said in admiration.
I turned to my friends in annoyance. "Fuck you! Why are you fixated on Adam? He punched me!" I whined and my friends looked at me weirdly.
Robbie plopped on the couch and crossed his legs. "Stop being a baby, Alex. That was just a punch. It will not kill you."
"It could have!" I think my brain turned to mush when his hard punch made contact with my lower jaw. I rubbed my jaw and what happened earlier stuck.
The sounds were muted when Theo approached me. Is there a rule for this? The nearer he is, the more peaceful I feel? Yikes, so corny. Still, how should I confirm my theory? Theo's not here.
My eyes landed on the piece of paper on my desk. I smirked when an idea popped into my mind. Things are bound to get interesting from here on out.
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