Chapter 8

Ian was getting on my last nerve. How dare he plan to keep me here if I didn't agree to go with him. He truly has no shame.

Pushing my pride aside, I open the car door.

"Move over." I command and he complies. moving a few inches.

"Move some more, till you reach the other door." I say making my point completely clear. I don't want him anywhere near me.

When he finally gets to the other end of the backseat, I get in and slam the door shut then practically press myself to the closed door.

"It seems like you want the door to swallow you. I don't bite Treasure."

"Are you sure about that?" I question brow raised.

"Well," he says putting his hand under his chiseled chin and pretending to think about it "only if you ask me too." he adds and I roll my eyes. I thought so.

"Only In your dreams." I reply trying not to leap over and strangle him.

"Oh trust me I dream about you all the time. Wanna guess what we do in my dreams?" he asks giving me his million dollar smile as he wriggles his eyebrows.

"No I don't, could you just keep whatever words you want to say to yourself?" I finally scream at him and he squeezes his lips shut.

"Did you forget what happened?" I question him, "Or do you have a screw loose in your head?" I continue using the exact words he used on me all those years ago and he flinches. like I struck a low blow.

"Please just listen to me, I at least deserve that." he pleads and I snort.

"Deserve it?" I laugh then slowly calm down from my high. " Oh you're serious, you must have truly lost your mind." I say. "You deserve nothing from me Ian not after what you did."

"Treasure I'm...."

"Save it Ian, I don't wanna hear it." I say stopping him. "Do you understand how much pain I'm in right now, just being this close to you."

"Yes I do Treasure."

"No you really don't otherwise you wouldn't do this to me. You wouldn't inflict this pain on me if you know how it felt." I whisper. "Let me out." I plead and he looks at me with a hurt expression.

"The doctor said you need rest."

"Don't tell me about what the doctor said, we both know why I fainted." I sigh. "Now let me out damn it!" I scream unable to contain my tears. Ian tells the driver to stop and open my door which he does. No sooner does he open the door than I left the car.

"I don't understand why you hate me so much!" Ian screams through the now open window of the door I got out of. There's so much sadness and hurt in his voice.

'Yeah well I don't give a flying fuck.' I almost shout but I keep walking turning my back on him just like how how turned his on me all those years ago.

Ian

Fuck she couldn't even stay in the same car as me. I rub my hands down my face and lean back against the seat.

"Follow her." I tell my driver and he does.

She walks for a few minutes then gets her phone from her bag. A huge smile erupts on her face making me wonder who she is speaking to.

Taking a seat on a nearby bench she appears to be waiting for someone. I can tell by the way she taps her foot on the pavement.

I reckon my guess was correct because a few minutes later Lamborghini veneno roadster practically stops time putting the public in awe as they stop and stare.

The guy parks across the street from Treasure steps out and goes to her on the bench. She looks up at him and her face morphs from the confused sadness it had before to one of pure delight and blissfulness. A face I know all to well, because I used to make her that happy.

The guy helps her with her bag and they cross the street hand in hand. The guy helps treasure into the passenger seat and even buckles her seatbelt. That handsy bastard. I have the urge to walk over there and wring his neck, instead I tell my driver to take me back to my office. I don't want to see anymore of this.

I always had this fantasy in my mind of when I finally got Treasure back, but reality is different. When Treasure looks at me she does not remember the good, happy, bliss-filled times we had together. She remembers the final days, the fighting the screaming, the cursing the utter violence and ugliness of it all. And can I blame her I'm responsible for most if not all of her pain five years ago. If I could go back and change everything I would, but I can't I need to show her I have changed I am no longer the scared, cowardly boy I was. I am a man now and I will not let her down a second time.