Chapter 12: Kiss

Amaya cleared her throat as she feel uncomfortable with her current situation. Her eyes was cold as an ice burg and her confidence level was unbelievable.

Zachary walked towards her and gazed intently at her eyes. He checked every detail of her beautiful face and said. "You've changed a lot."

Amaya stiffened when Zachary touches her pale face with his index finger. "Don't you dare touch me again." Amaya slapped his hand off and rolled her damn cold eyes.

Zachary smiled widely because he felt that Amaya Robinson was literally different now. "Brave like a tiger and queen like a lion. You're making me proud of you, Amaya Robinson."

Amaya flutters upon hearing Zach mentioning her name. It feels the same way as he call her "Amaya" four years ago. But, Amaya can't deny the fact that Zachary became a real man. His firm body and she could see his muscles flexing. His perfect jawline and his set of white teeth, his brown eyes and his curly golden brown hair.

He is totally a grown-up man now.

"Don't waste my time, Sir." Amaya told him.

It would be a casual meeting for the both of them if Amaya will call him 'Sir'. He's rich and a well-known person, she must show respect at him.

"Sir." Zachary laughed bitterly. "I love hearing it from you, Ms. Robinson." Zach added, almost teasing Amaya.

Amaya didn't hesitate to smirk at him and shook her head, disgustedly. "Give me back my wallet, Sir and I'll go without your approval."

"No! You will stay here wether you like it or not, Aya!" Zachary Brantford raised his husky voice on her. 

Amaya was starled, not because of his voice but the way he called her Aya. It's a different thing around. Amaya could remembered their last summer together.

She was not on  the mood to swim but Zachary pulled her arm and splashed Amaya to the cold, lucid water. She rolled her eyes at him and walked out. But Zachary uttered her name with the same volume as he called her now.  It was fun for Amaya, indeed.

She still remembered that sunny day until now.

"Who are you to decide such thing? I can manage to go home anyway." Amaya replied, dauntless and unafraid.

"Me?" Zachary pointed himself and paused. "I am Zachary Brantford, soon to be the CEO of Brantford Company and soon to be the heir of Jackson Incorporation." Zachary added, he imagined things that are impossible to happen. Well, literally it's impossible for him to be the CEO of Jackson's Incorporation because as far as she knows, there is Jeb Jackson.

For the nth time, Amaya remembered him again. She needs to get rid off that womanizer man on her head. "I'm not interested with your wealth Sir." Amaya mumbled and glared at him. "It's none of my business anymore." Amaya walked quickly as she can and get her bag from the couch.

She's thinking to sneak out but she saw her wallet on Zachary's hand. She closed her eyes out of frustration, she could not bare seeing the man who left her, broken and dumbfounded.

"Maybe you forgot something important. Or would I say, your  wallet." Zachary walked back to his table and sat down. "Take a seat Ms. Robinson, we have a lot of things to be discussed." He pointed his lap, his not referring to a chair.

Amaya shrugged and would dare to move. She knows that Zachary is only playing tricks with her. But, four years had passed - she must moved on and forgive him but she can't. She will never forgive him, ever.

"It looks like you want to play games with me. Alright, but you will never win this time." Amaya warned him.

"I don't want playing games, Aya. Of course, why would I?" Zachary get a folder from his drawer and look at her.

Amaya just wanted to be vanished and disappeared magically. Yes, she's brave and independent but she's weak when it comes to the people she loves... she loved - sounds better.

"Give me my wallet back and let's pretend that we didn't meet again, Zachary." Zachary, calling him that way was more casual than Sir. Amaya used to call him that when she's angry and or she's upset. Or often, she is serious.

"Pretend? Why would I pretend, Ms. Robinson? I'd never knew that you were good at pretending. Just like how you hid yourself, a day ago." Zachary was talking about how she disguised herself in public. Of course, she needs to for her protection and safety.

"You're wasting my time and efforts, Mr. Brantford. And I'm wondering why I came here for the first place. Silly me." Amaya caress her nape and lowered down her head while laughing.

Zachary was caught off his guard. Just a snap, he lost his control and read aloud the documents he's holding onto.

"Amaya "Aya" Robinson, is a third year college student, Bachelor of Nursing and will pursue a degree in Cardiology." He stopped from there and stood up still holding the folder.

Prospective cardiologists must undertake a bachelor's degree in a science or health related field. Once complete, a further four years of medical school , plus about six to eight more years of intensive training is required.

It would be a long journey to achieve her dream. Amaya should work very hard to be a cardiologist in the future.

Amaya was too nervous and naive. With the help of his connection, he can get whatever he wanted to know - just like her background, her dirty and easy money job, her mesirable life.

"She is also a professional." Zachary stopped and put back the folder on the table. He walked near her and whispered a spooking and insulting word,  "Prostitute."

Amaya was feeling insulted and understimated. She took a very deep sighed and answered him. "Critize me if you want to. Judge me if you want to. I don't even care what people say about me."

"You dreamt to be a great painter but you ended up being a prostitute. A clever prostitute, rather." Zachary knew her great dream.

It'll be a news to him that she ended up being a "professional prostitute."

A kind and angelic girl turned into a wild, liberated and savage woman. It was a shocking knowledge, indeed.

She raised her eyebrows and said. "What do you mean by a "clever prostitute"?" Amaya confusedly asked with his not - so - good vocabulary.

Zachary laughed and clapped his hands. "Well, according to my source-" He paused and scooped something in his pocket. "Sleeping pills. You're using sleeping pills to elude from your maniac costumers. Aren't you, Ms. Robinson?" Zachary showed to her a bottle of sleeping pills and put it on her pocket.

Amaya, for the nth time again was taken a back and her eyes widened. How did Zachary know her top secret? Only Sarah knows it.

She cursed in a low voice and lift up her head. "It's none of your fucking business." Amaya angrily walked to his table and get her wallet on the drawer.

"Excuse me!" Amaya intentionally dumped him and opened the door with herself.

Zachary smiled so sweet as he feel a little and weak shoulder dumped him. "Stubborn." He giggled.

He let Amaya go and began to count.

"One."

"Two."

He was about to utter the next number when someone pushed the door.

"Fuck you! Let me out from this fucking place. I'm sicked seeing your face, Zachary!" Amaya loses her control. The pain she felt and her madness for a long time, collide.

There's no turning back with the reality, reality that she and her ex boyfriend met again.