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4. Fox in Disguise

“Which is the turning point day of your life that you owe your success to-”

Suddenly the recorder on the table blinks with low battery. Emara instantly picks it up like a delicate flower and taps on it roughly as if to squeeze out its juice.

I roll my eyes. I knew this cheap device was going to end before this interview. After all, who buys a gadget from a company named Waka-Waka..

Isn’t that a song?

I think so.

Emara looks up at me for help. She bites her lip sheepishly and blinks her dark eyelashes at me. I feel a thump in a chest, then two, three, numerous beats take up as I stare at her flushed face and just bitten lip.

Fuck me!

I take a deep breath of control and pull out a pen from my breast pocket. I would have given her half of my property if she had asked me with that face.

But I can’t forget it is the same face which threw me behind those rotten bars for seven nights under a harsh critical treatment by her father.

That’s the same face which fucked my life.

“Thank you.” She smiles shyly as she takes the pen and I find my heart silencing against my loud mind.

“25th September 2019.”

Her hazel eyes jerk up at me with a look as complicated as Simulacra Simulation Theory.

“Three years ago, I met with an accident that night when I was driving back to my place. A bit angrily.” It was the same night I dropped Emara at her place and she confessed how she gave my name as a drug smuggler to the police.

She sacrificed me, my future, my career in a blink while all this time I was losing my mind and falling for her.

My life meant nothing to her and she destroyed me in a second to save that fucking piece of crap who just wanted to get into her pants.

“I broke my arm and three ribs, and I was hospitalized for two weeks under critical care. During that time of my life, many things were going inside my head. But the one on repeat was, if somehow I would have known, even seconds before that a car out of nowhere is going to crash into mine. I would have saved my few bones.”

My tongue parches and a distressed feeling of self-pity crawls up my throat.

But what hurt me the most than breaking my bones was that she never tried to contact or even come visit me once in the hospital.

Not that I expected from her, but I hoped she did.

I thought she would put an effort to apologize for what she did to me. Or just hug me after destroying me.

But all I was left with was betrayal.

“Since then I have been working on augmented reality, integrating it with autopilot and radar, to track the activities on the road in a 360 degree angle to avert such disasters in the future.”

But as they say, everything happens for a reason. And sometimes, that unrational reasoning is an opportunity in disguise.

“Which I sold it to Tesla and build my company with that money in 2020.” My chest expands as I inhale in confidence and look at Emara, a fox in disguise.

“So I owe my success to that one blue moon night of my life.” I look at her dark hair which used to be blue. Pastel blue like the open sky and now they are black like my name.

Guilt flows through her expression, and her shoulders slump down in regret. She drags a breath and struggles to keep an impassive face as she writes down my words.

A shiny bracelet glints on her slender wrist below her doubled up sleeve and I find my thumb rubbing on my index finger, imagining the softness of her skin.

A part of me wants to fold her shirt up just to see more of her glowing skin. She has such a small wrist and her fingers, they appear so tiny and dainty.

I could bite them easily.

  • Buzz *

My watch vibrates with a notification, and I slide to read it instantly.

‘Reminder- Osaka conference in 10 minutes’

Shit! I totally forgot about my meeting with our Japanese branch product team. It’s an important video conference on the designing of my new project. I can’t miss it.

I click on reschedule.

I instantly get a mail from my assistant, ’Sir, are you sure I reschedule the Osaka meeting?’

Why is she even asking? I frown and click on yes.

“Mr. Black, are you busy?”

My eyes look up at Emara, and I find my beast preying on her. He doesn’t want to let her go.

At least not so early.

“No.” I tell her, sliding my hand away and sit back with all my attention on her.

Three years.

I am seeing her after three years and I am not ready to let her walk away from me again. Not so soon.

Emara gulps nervously and reads another question from her notebook.

“Dakota Black, a high achiever, millionaire in his 20s and a hot shot bachelor who got girls drooling for him..” Her voice changes in tempo as she looks up at me with a curious stare and asks,

“Is your heart surrendering to settle down?”

I arch my brow at her in fascination. Really, kitty?

Emara flutters as she goes through her notepad again and blinks at me in embarrassment.

Her cheeks get rosier as every second passes while I take my time to answer her question.

Does my heart really want to surrender or settle down?

I take a deep breath remembering the name of girls I met in the club, but other than their peachy beaten asses, I could hardly recall any other detail such as name.

But I clearly remember this girl.

In fact, her face never really left my memory files, even after doing a reboot. Several times.

I couldn’t forget her expressive hazel eyes, small button nose, and those seductive lips which even brought my beast to the knees.

Emara stares at me patiently, waiting for my answer. “Didn’t meet any eye-catching woman yet.” I tell with a dull face.

But did someone catch her eyes?

"What about you?" I end up asking.

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