OPPOSITE ATTRACTION - PART 1 FINAL EPIODE 30

Dalton’s Pov

My head hurts badly. Hangover. Another one.

Drinking a lot forget something or someone really does not help.

I feel like I might get addicted to alcohol soon.

I stand up holding my head and go to my bedroom looking down to take each step as there are many glass shards on the floor.

I must have smashed the bottles again.

Lately, I am becoming much and much impatient without her. Opening the drawer of the nightstand, I take out the advil strip and have one tablet.

Fuck! It’s hurting badly!
My body dropped itself on the bed as I ran my hand through my hair. Only one thought, only one person is running in my mind… and my heart.
Clara. My beautiful Clara .

I want to go to her, hold her, kiss her, smell her and tell her she is going to be all right.

But that last one might not happen as long as I am with her.

It has been two months now since the accident. I call Mrs. Edwards every day.

I can’t help it. Her health is better now. That is all I know about her for now.

It would be better to call me stalker though. Since the past few days, I am waiting outside her house sometimes, sitting in the car, just to get a glimpse of her if she comes out or stands by the window.

I do it when I miss her the most. Which is normally every day.

The temptation of going to her and telling her who I am is always around the corner.

Maybe it’s a good thing that she forgot me or I would have surely run to her one day.

The more I stay away from her, the more insane it is making me.

Greg has told me many times to go back to her.

I look up from the bed and find all her stuff still lying around.

Her clothes are here. Her hair and makeup things are on our vanity table.

I didn’t have the heart to move her stuff. Her shoes which I bought for her are covering half of our shoe rack, although I never mind that.

This place came alive when she came in. I used to feel excited those few months we were together to come home and see her beautiful face.

Now, these brick walls do not ease my pain. It’s just a house like it used to be.

I miss her a lot. Greg asked me a question before leaving.

Maybe she doesn’t remember you, but there are chances that she might if you try. Why stay away from her and feel this pain?

That question is what I answered myself many times whenever I felt like going to her.

If I stay with her she might die. At least now I get to see her from a distance. I don’t like the thought of her leaving this world.

I don’t want another one of the people I love leaving me.

I asked Greg to leave as well. Who knows what might happen to him.

I really am a bad luck. I am a monster would be a right term maybe.

I eat away everyone that has come close. I am better off without anyone.
Fuck!

Why does it have to be me?! Why am I such a bad luck?!

Six Months Later

My eyes read the file in front of me as my fingers flip the pages. The report is good.

Her health is getting better and better. Now she is completely fine.

“She might be having a few headaches sometimes if the stress is more, but that can be taken care of.” Mike, the person I have put in charge of Clara, said.

He follows her everywhere on my commands. I might not be there to watch her every minute, but a person I hire can.

I don’t want anything happening to her.

What if something happens when I am not there?

Her health reports have come out. He spoke with the doctor regarding all the questions that I have.

She should not take any stress .
She joined in a new job as a member of the Human Resource department in other company.

She has actually applied to my company as well.

How can I let her stay close to me and be normal about it? So, she got the job elsewhere.

It would have been so good to have her here by my side every day. Like old times.

“Okay. .” I went through the file as he stood up.

“Have a good day, Mr. Bryant.” I gave a nod without looking at him and he left.

I sit back in my chair. My eyes fell on the photo frame that she is in.

It is the only photo I have on my desk. Whenever I get angry, a look at her picture sets me down.

God, I am obsessed with her!
I look at the work and files spread on my office desk as I lean back in my chair.

A sigh left my mouth. Looking at her picture make me remember what happened three months ago.

I received a call from her one day as I came home from the office. It was a shocking moment.

Many thoughts ran through my mind before it was even three rings.
Clara?
She is calling me?
Why?
Did she remember me?
Is her memory back?
Is she okay?
Is she in any trouble?
I quickly pick it up hoping she is not in any danger.

My heart is beating so fast. I felt as though like a small boy. Before I can respond, I heard her voice.
“Hi.”
I didn’t respond. It’s been so many days since I last heard her voice.

I just stood there stunned in silence. The hair on my skin stood up.

Hearing her voice made me happy and relaxed at the same time. It was unexpected to receive a call from her. It gave me hope, which I didn’t want.

“Hello?”
I still didn’t respond. Her soft, velvety voice is calling out. It is just bringing out all the memories.

“Um… This is Clara. Do you remember me or know me?”

I have to forget you first to remember you Baby and I know you so well.
“Hello? Is anyone there?”
I want to respond so much. Tell her I am here listening to her. But I can’t. I should not.
“Well, I am sorry if I am disturbing you.”
You are not. You made my day by calling me.
“Bye.”
The call ended.
Though it was only a few seconds, happiness bloomed in me.

Hearing her voice after so many days brought me out of the trance I am living in.

I came out of the drinking and hangover state. The thought that there is still some link left between us brought me back to the world.

Although that is too selfish for me to think so, I still can’t help it.
But, why did she call me?

Her voice didn’t sound anything nervous. So, she is not in any problem.

Maybe she saw the contact on her phone and got curious. It was saved as M Dalton. I am the one who saved it that way. Which means, My Dalton .

Her contact is saved as MC in my mobile. My Clara.

I don’t want anything more than to have her in my arms.

But more than that, I want her to be alive and away from any danger. It lurks around her if she is anywhere near me. She should be happy, even if it meant not being with me.

I came out of my thoughts when there was knock on my door.
“Come in.” The door opened and my assistant, Will came in.

“Mr. Bryant, here are the files you asked for.” He placed the two files I asked him to bring in.

“Also this is the file that finance department asked me to give you.” He said giving me another file.

Giving him a curt nod, I signalled him to go. He left the room. Things will never be the same without Clara as my assistant.

By the time, I was done, it was almost six. Everyone must have left. I decided to speak to Ms. Edwards about the reports.

I want to make sure everything is fine. Picking up my phone I called. She had lift it at the third ring.

“Good evening, Son. How are you?” She asked in the motherly tone like she always does.

“I am fine, Ms. Edwards. How are you?”
“Fine as well.”
“Has she come home yet?” I can’t help it.
“No. She is not. She might be here any minute now.”

“I just want to know about the results of the tests that you said have been conducted on her.”

“Oh, the results came out good. Everything is completely fine.

Only that she might be having headaches now and then. The doctor has prescribed her few medicines if she has any headaches in case.

” I didn’t like the thought of her having any aches.

“Thank you-” before I can continue I heard Ms. Edwards panicked voice.

“Oh my God, Honey what happened?” She is not talking with me. Clara must be home.

What happened? My instances are instantly on alert. I can hear weeping from the other side.

Fuck! Is Clara crying?! I want to shout out in frustration. I feel completely useless for not being there. I want to know what’s happening.

“Sweetie, tell me what happened.” I try to listen clearly to her voice.
“I hate him, mom! That rat ass! He is molesting!”

Molest? Who is that fucker that tried to get his hands on Clara?! I am not going to leave that guy! How dare he touche her?! HOW FUCKING DARE HE?!

He even made her cry. He is going to cry tears of blood .

“Who is it? Did you try reporting to your boss? ” Her mother asked.
“My boss is the one, mom. Whom can I report this to?” I cut the call as soon as I hear her answer.

Even though I want to run to her house and comfort her, I can ‘t do that.

But surely I am going to go to her house tonight. But before that, I have to make a call.

“Will.” My voice is low. I might kill that fucker in anger.

“Good evening, Mr. Bry-” I cut him off. No time for formalities.

“Bring me the whole information about Cooper Oil and Petrol Company.

I want it on my desk by tomorrow morning. I want every minute detail in it. Every single thing.” They are going to face my wrath.

“Sure sir. But, can I ask why?” He must have sensed how angry I was from my voice.

“Because I am buying it.” I cut the call.

No one messes with my Clara. No one! If they do, they sure have to pay. I may not be with her every minute, but I will be there for me every minute.

No one will dare touch her. She will be under my vision and my care.

This will keep me sane, knowing that she is safe and is in the same building as me working for me.

Hold on, Cara Mia. Everything will be all right . I will make sure no harm comes to her.

THE BOSS IS BACK.

-THE END OF PART 1-

PART 2 COMING