Hazel
"So, tell me about your mother," I said and he smiled at me.
"She was a beautiful woman. I inherited her eye color. She had long blonde hair and dark brown eyes. She always looked so full of life. Even with my father. I always thought she ignored his ways. But my father was a no-good man. He still isn't." He explained with his eyes shining like the brightest stars.
"She seemed amazing," I said.
"She was. I remember when me and Sebastian we're younger. Around four to five years, I think. We were running around the house butt naked while mom was chasing us. Then I accidentally tripped on the chair and hit my head straight on the marble floor. That was the funniest and one of the worst days in my life." He said seriously. I laughed imagining butt naked child hitting its head on the floor.
"That must have hurt." I grimaced playfully.
"I still have a bump on my forehead." He said, showing me the little bump on his forehead.
"Did you get a concussion?" I asked. He shook his head.
"I was lucky. But mom still called the doctor. She was always there for us and I couldn't be more proud to have a mother like her honestly." He said.
"I see whose personality you got." I chuckled.
"If you want to ever have children with me, I promise you to be nothing like my father." He said as he reached for my hand across the table.
"I know you won't, Ezra. Your father has an evil heart and you don't. You know how it is to love and care. That's why you'll never be like your father." I said.
"Thank you. I never heard someone saying that. Usually, it's quite the opposite.'' He said.
Why was everyone misconceived about him? Even me. He is nothing but a good man at heart.
''I'm sorry for the things I told you before. I was terribly wrong.'' I apologized.
When I remembered telling him that I hated him, hurt me all over again. I never hated someone, except Nate. I don't even know why I said that to him when I think about it.
Ezra pulled my hand and motioned me to get up. He sat me in his lap and wrapped his buff arms around my waist. I felt so small in his arms but secure.
''I don't want you to be sorry for anyone. I know that a lot of people don't like me and I'm fine with that.'' He explained.
''But it's not right, Ezra,'' I argued.
''But I don't care.'' He mimicked my voice which earned him an arm slap. He chuckled and kissed my cheek making it like a heater.
''I need to ask you something,'' I said and reached for my purse. I took my phone out and typed those articles about him.
''Who is this?'' I said showing him the picture of him and some woman in a red dress coming out of the restaurant.
Then he started laughing.
He almost clutched his stomach but it earned him a glare.
''Little jealous, are we?'' He teased.
''Answer me.'' I requested.
''That's my business partner and she is like forty or something. But had a little face lifting so she looks younger.'' He explained. I nodded and showed him the other one.
''She is one of the assisans. I assigned her. And she fancied Sebastian more.'' I blushed knowing he was telling the truth. And the third one.
''Oh, that one. I had to accompany her to the dinner and persuade her to sign the deal. That was one of the times I was the most nervous. That woman was scary.'' He said.
''So you didn't have an affair with any of them?'' I questioned. He looked at me puzzled before throwing another fit of laughter.
I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. He laughed in my face and embarrassed me. How would I know he didn't have any affairs when all articles were about it.
He pulled my back to his chest and held me securely. Was that my anger vanishing away? I wonder.
''I'm a virgin, love.'' He whispered in my ear. My eyes widened.
I know that I was his first kiss, but other things can be done without kissing. And I definitely didn't expect this.
''Really?''
''Hundred percent.'' He chuckled.
I knew Nate wasn't the virgin and he pressured me into sleeping with him. But Ezra is a virgin like me.
Ugh. Why am I comparing them?
Ezra is my husband and that's all that matters. He is sweet, kind, and loving. He understands me. He is nothing like my ex-disgusting boyfriend.
''Me too,'' I said.
''So we are like a virgin couple?'' He teased.
''Ezra, don't tease anymore. I'm going to punch you.'' I threatened. He smiled and kissed my knuckle.
''Wouldn't want you to get hurt, right?'' He said.
''But I wouldn't. I know how to fight.'' I said seriously.
''Okay, my little fighter.'' He teased and kiss lips pressed against my neck, melting me.
''Do you want to go?'' He asked and I nodded. My eyelids were closing because of his sweet kisses. It felt like a lullaby.
He slipped his arm under my legs as the other stayed around my waist. And before I knew it, I was up in his arms. I leaned my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes.
He put me in the passenger seat of his car and kissed my forehead.
''I'm going to make a call. Wait for me.'' He said. I nodded and snuggled in the car seat. The door closed and I was left alone in the warm car.
I wasn't asleep. I couldn't be until Ezra was in the car with me. But I was tired and let my eyes close for a while.
Suddenly something boomed. It was like a door closed loudly or something fell. It wasn't a shotgun, I was sure of it. I looked around to not see Ezra. I thought he didn't go far.
I opened the car door and went to search for him. I went back to the restaurant in search of him.
As I got closer to where we were before fifteen minutes approximately, only two sounds that were heard were my heels clicking against the floor and someone's heavy breathing.
I took the pocket knife from my purse as I neared.
''Ezra?'' I called out.
It was just around the corner when I walked in. My eyes landed on the figure on the floor. His shirt was all red and blood was gushing through his white shirt on his fingers.
I fell on my knees next to him and removed his suit jacket as fast as I could.
''Ezra, can you hear me?'' I said, caressing his face. He opened one of his eyes as a tear slid out.
I pressed his jacket on the wound and tried to find my phone. I dialed the ambulance number and explained the location.
''Hang on there, baby. The ambulance will come soon.'' I said. I didn't realize how much I was crying when I saw his tears. My husband was hurting and I couldn't help him.
Who did this? I don't want to care because when I find him or her, they will die by my hands. I swear to that.
***
''How is my husband, doctor?'' I asked. He was one of our trusted doctors and he took care of Ezra in the operating hall.
''His liver got damaged and he lost a lot of blood. He will need to lay in bed and drink the medicines I prescribed. By no means, he can get out of the bed.'' He warned. I nodded.
''Can I see him?'' I asked.
''He should wake up soon.'' He said.
I entered the dull room and noticed my husband sleeping peacefully just like all the drama didn't happen. The eye patch was removed from his eye and neatly placed on the nightstand next to his bed.
I slumped my body on the chair. My body was tensed all the time since we came here and it finally relaxed. I shredded so many tears I didn't know I was capable of. I was so worried and scared for his life.
The image of him lying on the floor in the pool of blood replayed in my head over and over again.
I took his hand in my much smaller and laid my head on the edge of the bed. I was damn tired and just wanted to catch sleep for a bit. And it finally came.
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