Chapter 3

Staring at the now dark bed of the midnight sky with glistening stars lightening the path I felt the silence deafening me. Starting at the night sky out of the passenger's window seat. I felt it so like a cliche, the difference was this time I wasn't alone in the dead night and my hands weren't on the leathery steering wheel.

" It might rain " I mumbled unconsciously starting at the dark clouds slowly covering the usually rare stars out in the night. Nowadays.

A slow hum made me shift my gaze towards the figure in front of the driver's seat. James' side face was somehow visible from the distance of our body and the silence which was creeping in the air like the clouds covering the glory of the night.

James' dark figure straddled the front seat driving with his all focus on the road. His dark ramp hair falls on his forehead covering his eyes while he blinks away every passing minute. The silver piercing on the edge of his left brow shone under the moonlight like one of them.

I turn away forcing my gaze to the front watching the empty road before an unknown feeling kept evading my mind.

" Sigh. Are you a watchdog? " my question came out the stern. James' dark orbs shifted for a second from the road towards the rearview mirror gazing at me bizarre, before turning back to the road.

He knew he was never told to be a damn bodyguard. And for the thousand times maybe I have informed him not to be any. His expressionless complexion didn't change but seemed bored with my topic.

" I think," he said sounding oblivious of the growing irritation inside me. His monotonous voice erupts almost like a whisper barely taking his gaze away from the road and I couldn't help myself but roll my eyes at his reply. Seriously. What's wrong with him?

" James. Stop doing that " It angered me. And I wasn't able to prevent the way I was feeling every time I see him standing a moppet in a corner eyeing everyone. His social awkwardness and the fewer talks slowly made him like a fool in the hall of folk trying to converse with him.

" You're angry 'cause I didn't talk with anyone? " he said not knowing how I have been pestering him to communicate with people out there. " I hate people that's the reason ".

" They are not bad people James. You sound like a child " I try to make him come out of his shell. Communicate with others. Smile and laugh. Yet I have never seen him so that before. And to be honest I was curious about the way he could look and if he would ever smile. Beautiful? Lovely?

I groaned stop being dramatic he won't not to me at least. His unemotional behaviour was enough to make me die out of trying to make him perceive the feel towards anything or anyone...?

My brows creased together not liking the thought of him watching any woman with the love in his dark eyes. I have never seen him even smile. won't it be bad if anyone other than me is the first person to have a glimpse of his happy face.

That's weird. I was weird. What's wrong with me?

Obligatory for my hands to not hit him on his face. Wiping away the damn look on his face as if his life was over and he knew every knowledge of the realm Like an old man.

" Did you even listen when I said try to be friendly James " His raised brows at my words as if I said something foreign made me clench my hand into a tight fist. This damn man.

" Take a rest Rhea " I felt my mouth shoot before j could have said anything to argue with him until his serious expression towards me made me shut. " Hey, I am your boss. Who are you ordering? "

He sighed hearing the small complaint in my voice. I rolled my eyes turning away feeling like my imagination was being wild as if I saw his lips tug up into a smile.

" Did you just... never mind. " I utter forcing my eyes to close. Probably my imagination.

Shifting on my seat arms folded against my chest. I could feel the stretch on the cloth. I groan. This red off-shoulder dress kept shoving my breath down my stomach as if my every breath of air could tear it apart.

It won't but the idea itself gave me a shiver down my skin. Probably the thought was insignificant if it happens and here. In front of him. No. Not a possibility. And I would have killed the designer the next day.

Forcing in a small amount of air struggling to keep my lungs functional to keep alive. I let myself breathe out through the nose leaning against the back and resting my head on the headboard. Fuck it. Now I don't care if it rips. I want to rest.

" You didn't have to wear such a tight dress. " A soft melodic voice boomed like the beauty of the spring flowers. My eyes were wide open.

" Who said that? James did you hear--- "

" Stop being dramatic. " He said and my head tilt to see the expression he was putting in. Should have squat in the front of the passenger seat.

But the thought of his eyes rolling and a small smile maybe on his lips made me automatically feel warm. Weirdly happy that I forget I was smiling ear to ear. Until I stop realizing. What the fuck I was doing.