Their End, My Beginning

When he retained his composure, I remembered that we were in a room with at least 15 people waiting for me to say something, and with a cough I took a deep breath and started my presentation. I thought I would stutter in between or at least forget but something inside me burned as I looked at his I-don’t-care-about-anything attitude, which made me say something and by the looks of my chief I knew what I was saying is not rubbish and it makes sense but if u ask me later what it was, I wouldn’t even say hell I wouldn’t even remember a word from what I am saying.

As I was done with my presentation, I looked at everyone or everything except those blue eyes. There were a few seconds were I passed by his eyes and I could see the anger in his eyes. I don’t know why he is angry, is it because of me? What did I do to for him to me mad? To be honest, if it is anybody who should be angry, it should be me. The way he fools around with new girl everyday hurts me but what hurts me more is how he looks like a stranger to me.

As everyone discussed on my presentation, I was thinking for a reason to why is the way he is now. Is it because of his parents’ death? The moment we heard of that news my parents and I tried to call him, we even went to the hostel where he stays to support him, but he was nowhere to be found. From that day onwards we lost all contacts with him. It was as if he vanished.

Ryder was the last person I thought to be the so-called cold icy handsome CEO. Wasn’t his company’s name Scott enterprises how did it became Waynst and what does it mean? If I should think about anything right now, it should be if they will accept my designs instead of why he is here. If his anger were of any hints, I was very much sure that we won’t get the deal. But his words shocked me.

what I was feeling. Should I be happy because he agreed to my designs, meaning I will get to see

*POV of Ryder Scott

person in-charge of our new building said he was taking leave and that is the reason for why I had to go to the

me, but the main reason why we are not together is because of me. When I locked my eyes with her beautiful hazel eyes, I felt different emotions igniting in me which only held anger the past five years. Her eyes were my weakness. I could sit the whole day doing nothing with no complaints looking at her eyes, and me

see her, above all, love. The moment I realised I felt something I had trained myself not to feel, I retained my cold icy composure I made all these years. She was truly something. All these years I have met many women, slept with almost