LEERA POV
I bit onto my lower lip not letting a whimper escape out my mouth as I stared back with my eyes which held tears at edge, at his demonous eyes. My eyes filled with aggressiveness seeing his lips form into a satisfied grin.
How could he do this? Does this seem like a joke to him? I wanted to cry and lash at him due to the amount of embarrassment I'm feeling right now. Those muffled laughter people hid with their hand on their face watching me, while others stared astonished not getting what's happening, some murmuring confused.
"Excuse me, please" I spoke on the mike my last mettle. And almost ran off the stage outside the auditorium, straight to where I knew the washroom was.
I closed the door of the ladies washroom behind me as I stepped inside, my heart pounding in my chest, my breaths hurt, I sallow a lump of agony down closing my eyes. Why? Why did this happen?
This was a really important thing, speaking infront of all those prominent people and everyone present there, the media, the people watching the live. He ruined everything. I felt as if I failed so miserably. I wasn't capable of doing this? Wasn't I good enough? Everything is ruined now. What should I do?
I walked to the wash stand clenching onto the edge of wash stand tightly, I stared at myself onto the mirror. Everything is red. Red liquid dripping off my hair, my face red with the red liquid as if I cracked my head somewhere and I'm bleeding so heavily. My white apron and dress drenched red.
I touched my face with my hand and looked at my hand. I whimpered. The red liquid is nothing but blood. Blood! He poured blood on me? I still couldn't believe as my I trembled.
My breaths halted in my chest as I comprehended.
With shaky hands I opened the tap and the water run down. I splashed and splashed water on my face like if not I'm going to take this off me I'm going to get absolutely maniac.
After a moment I was whole wet. My face looked cleaned and my hair was better but my dress still red. I took tissues and wiped my wet face and hair, composing myself. Then with some more tissue I tried to get my dress look better from before.
I composed myself running my hands back on my wet hair. Pulling myself together and I stared at the mirror one last time. "I got to do this. I'll do this. I can do this."
With that I darted out of the washroom heading towards the auditorium where the conference is being held.
I can't let myself down. I can't let anyone down because of me. They gave me this responsibility keeping faith on me. I can't break it. It's not only my reputation, it's the hospital's reputation too. Those muffled laughters rung inside my eyes raising my rage.
He did this only to insult me. I won't let him have the contentment of hurting me anymore, not for something I never did. He can't put me down as he wants, whenever he wants. Not anymore.
I stepped inside with a slight smile on my face and climbed up the stage, making sure the girl who got out a few minutes ago is tucked back down deep inside. Everything will be alright. It will be okay. I can do this.
"Sorry for the inconvenience" I affirmed with a composed face as I looked at the silent audience watching me. I met his eyes, cold as ever, it showed he didn't expect this, didn't expect me to come back.
"It was a mishap. It's just red paint. An unfortunate accident I have no idea about. Extremely sorry for the discomfort" I assured with a gentle smile and some of them nodded in affirmation. "I would like to begin again", they gestered me to start over again and with a calm heart I did it all over again.
This time no faults. No obstacles.
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I took a shower and laid on the bed, watching the ceiling. Letting out a sigh I closed my eyes. The bed so soft enough to sleep in a matter of seconds but my mind is fucked up with tension and stress.
Everything is alright now. It went well. After I gave my short speech many of them assured be it was a nice one and that's what my heart felt relieved for. My still the situation was completely abnormal.
How can anyone pour down blood on a person like that? Nobody knew it was blood, only me.
I'm staying alone in my hotel room, I was supposed to meet Levi and Aria today but I wasn't anywhere in a mood to see them. They called me after that, asking me if everything was okay, if I'm okay. I sang the words of how fine I am but in reality no. How can anyone be fine after getting blood on their body like that?
Never in anyone's life did they imagine they could even face something like this ever.
My eyes flung opened when I heard my room bell ring. I flipped off my bed and walked to the door opening it to see who it was. I flipped into his arms as he kissed my hair.
"You are here!" My voice low more like a whisper as I hugged him clinging onto him.
"Yes panda. I'm here" he caressed my hair and I smiled against his chest. How could anyone make me feel this relieved?
"Hey" I felt him caressing my arms as I let out w low whimper. "Are you crying, Leera?" He took my face into his hands and looked at me.
"You look too funny when you cry, you know?" He wiped off my tears with his thumb and pulled me inside my room, shutting the door behind.
He cackled up and fell onto the bed. "Why are you laughing?" I asked wiping off my face.
"If you are crying because you missed me then it's okay, but if you are crying because of that stupid conference which you saved from the edge of being messed up, I don't see if your tears are valued enough for it"
"Levi, it's not a joke"
"When did I say it's a joke?" He hopped onto his elbow still laying on the bed, with a giggle.
"Stop laughing!"
"I can't" he laughed more "you look too hilarious with that puppy face"
"I came back after one month and that's how you are treating me?" I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes.
"Then would would you like to be treated?" He teased. "Shut up, Levi" watching that expression on his face I finally cackled up.
"Leera, that wasn't an accident" his face turned serious. "How are you so sure about it?" I asked with a dumbfounded face already knowing ofcourse it wasn't an accident. Azezal did it. It wasn't even red paint, it was fucking blood! I wondered how nasty and creepy can a person like him be.
I knew I could tell Levi, but what will happen is I can't even handle him if he hunts down this hotel to find Azezal for what he did. Azezal is also staying here, even after he has his own home, god knows why and as far as I know this hotel is also one of the million of things he owns.
I couldn't risk telling Levi about that at this moment cause I have no idea what the results may turn into.
But I'll face him! I'll face Azezal myself. I was supposed to go to his room to clarify everything after a moment of relaxing myself but then Levi popped up all of a sudden. I asked his room number from others and mentally prepared myself to go there. I need elucidation for whatever he did. And does he thing blood is a thing to play with around? People legit die for blood and here what he's doing is pouring down almost 2 bags of blood on me infront of the everyone, the whole media, just to insult me?
"Leera, don't act dumb. How can red paint pour upon a person in an international conference. Does this even sound-" I cut him in between knowing where he is taking this. "Levi please. Can't we just skip this talk" he blinked at me stunned knowing something is really wrong with me but didn't say anything.
"Where is Aria?" I asked sitting beside him on the bed. "You said you can't meet us today after that conference because we knew you weren't feeling okay. So she will meet you in person tomorrow and as for me I couldn't wait to annoy your ass, so I needed to show up anyway"
"How did you know my hotel and room number though" I asked stupidly. "You gave it to me yourself. Didn't expect your memory to be this short now" he replied.
"Oh yeah. I was so stressed that I forgot" I let out a small sigh and let myself fall on the bed too. "I feel tired, levi" staring at the ceiling I confessed.
"Tireness is not for always. It will eventually end and all those will be worth it someday" he side faced me, I hummed in response.
After almost 2 hours of our bullshit and his relieving words, it was time for him to go. "I'll meet you tomorrow" with that he left as he was also getting late for his some work.
I decided to do what I thought before. I went out of my room and took the elevator that stopped at level 25. Standing infront of his room with a dull yet firm face I rang the bell of his room.
I inhaled a deep breath as I heard the door open after a few seconds. He arched his eyebrow watching me at his door. His tall body leaned against the door frame. His chest bare as he didn't wear any shirt only a trouser that started from his lower waist. His dark black inked vigorous tattoos flashing on his body. A wrist watch fastened on his wrist.
"Miss Leera Reilly" He took my name with a smirk, leaning against the door frame as he watched me with those grey mysterious eyes, darker than any secret. "So what would you here?" He knows but he's still pretending and tempting me and it's me who knows how much I'm hating this that I'll forget all my respect.
"I need to talk" I uttered with a straight face. His tongue poked his cheek from inside as he tried to hide another grin. Without any word he stepped back making space for me to come in and when I came in taking small but not really small steps the door closed behind me eventually making my heart shiver.
Am I doing this right?
"Why did you do that?" I asked feeling my hands tighten into fists with anger. "Do what, Amore?" He removed his elegant wrist watch, which looked way too much expensive and tossed it on the bed.
"Stop pretending. You fucking know what you did in the conference. You- " He went into the washroom without even hearing me out, without any word totally ignoring me and my words. My anger raised and raised that I wanted to slam his head against the fucking wall.
And a second later I head the shower run, but that was late as I couldn't stop myself from walking into the washroom which was already opened. I closed my eyes shut and turned back before I could even see anything.
What the heck? Did I just step in at him showering? My whole face turned red out of embarrassment hopefully he couldn't see as I am facing the other way.
"Wanna join me in shower? I won't mind" My mouth hang open hearing him say that. "We can discuss what you were saying before, utilization of time" he said again and I could feel him smirking right behind me as the water kept running down his body. I knew he is butt naked and that's what making this even hard.
Without staying here another second, I stepped out and slammed the door behind me with pure discomfiture. My cheeked burned thinking about it. Should I just leave? I already faced so much of embarrassments today and now this again?
Will I be able to face him after he comes from shower? Holy damn Fuck! Didn't I just walk into him while he was showering, I'm fucking insane! Although I didn't see anything. I couldn't even think about that again.
A moment ago my body was flaming with fury and now it's flaming with embarrassment.
For a moment I decided to leave but again if I leave how would I get my answer? How can I even feel relieved? No I need to have a talk atleast. I want to lash at him for whatever he did but before that I need clarification, if he actually did it. Although I know be did that but I want to hear it from his damn mouth before any action.
Feeling uneasy I still sat on the edge of his bed fidgeting my fingers, waiting for him to come out, almost dying out of the awkwardness.
After a matter of 10-15 minutes which felt like a whole damn hour, I heard the door flung open indicating he's done with his shower. I gulped and looked at his way.
"So you are still here?" There he stood with a white towel wrapped around his lower abdomen. I swallowed down. His dark hair wet and tiny water droplets dripping off them. I saw him lick his lower lip.
I stood up, clenching my dress by my side unknowing. "How could you even legit pour blood on me?" My face not as serious as I wanted it to be but still presentable.
The side of his lip arched up forming a grin on his percently facial featured face. He took steps toward me, my feet tightened above the carpet on the floor.
"I knew you weren't stupid enough to not know that wasn't blood. So smart that you made people believe that was fucking red paint" he cackled up his baleful laugh.
My face blanked with astonishment watching him. "Well do you know something?" He stepped closer to me and leaned beside my ear, I didn't step back or show him any emotion yet. "That was pig's blood" he whispered against my ear and my eyes blinked with tears at his creepiness. My whole body cringed. How can a person even be like this?
No more words made out of my mouth, my body shivered. Even after I knew he did that with just looking at him there, it's different when you are clarified that he really did that by himself.
Why am I facing all this? Why did he do that? What would he get by that? Satisfaction and contentment of haunting my nights? Pleasure of demolishing me?
Even after I made myself believe I'm strong how can I let this last when he is shattering it with every chance he gets?
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