He took the flower from her and kept mum; it’s been a long time since he felt so good. After that incident he blamed himself for everything; if she didn’t trust him that day and refused to come out with him that wouldn’t have happened to her. Her trust on him caused her such a misfortune; he looked at the cheerful girl who was jumping around him happily.
He himself had no idea what he was thinking when he pulled her hand; Little Bee didn’t expect this sudden ambush and went crashing into his chest. “Ouch, it’s hard. Do you eat stones. I...” She complained but the man turned a deaf ear towards her as he hugged her head close to his chest. She was struggling at first but stopped when her ears picked on a rhythm; she halted at once and listened attentively to his heartbeat. His heart was thumping rapidly inside his chest and for some reason Little Bee developed nostalgia over it.
The man held her in his arms and spoke in an especially mellow tone, “I won’t let anything ever hurt you; you won’t regret trusting me.” Little Bee had no idea what got into him all of a sudden and neither was she paying attention to words; she buried her ears deeper into his chest and listened attentively to his beating heart.
His heart went like ba- dump, ba- dump, ba- dump and ba- dump.
She let out a giggle pulling out the lost man back to his senses; he looked down at her and pulled her away from him slowly. Why did he hug her? He had no memory of it; he darted his gaze at her to find her already staring at him. Clearing his throat he went back to his usual arrogant demeanor, “What are you laughing for?” he demanded coldly.
She pointed at his heart and replied, “Your heart... It still beats the same as my dream.”
“Oh, here we go again!” Ryan rolled his eyes as soon as she mentioned her crazy dreams; Bee nodded and replied, “I am not lying. Why won’t you believe me?” The man was in a pleasant mood and thus didn’t confront her; he knew she was a good girl and would never mean any harm to her. Treating her words as blabbers he held her hands and started making his way towards the house, against her protests and pleas.
“You have strolled a lot for today, let’s go home.”
“Says who, I didn’t even see the trees properly!” She protested.
“Is that so? Do you want me to leave you alone here for the wolves to feed on you?”
“You are so bad! Give me my flower back...”
“Shut up or I will beat you up!”
“This isn’t fair.” The girl hung her head as she got herself pulled out of the forest by the man.
...
That afternoon something important came up and Ryan along with his squad had to leave all of a sudden. Bee was reading a comic by the window as she saw the group leave; even though the situation looked to be a little tensed Ryan was as calm as ever. Little Bee had her eyes stuck at the man till he disappeared behind the close doors of his black Porsche. Else than Bee, the maids and few bodyguards there was no one left in the house.
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