Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (best short books to read TXT) 📗

"I have a request." He started fidgeting. "Well, I recently started a new cake shop around the corner, I take all kinds of orders and I do free home delivery. It would be great if you could y'know spread the word, let your friends know."

"Sure." I smiled.

"Thanks." He pointed at the donut carry bag in my hand. "I slipped my number inside."

So the extra complimentary donut with extra sugar coating had nothing to do with me being pretty but getting his little shop promoted. Nice. I gave him the last wave as he started working over his cash register and just as I turned, my eyes came to a halt on the demon professor. Who was shooting poison dipped daggers straight at me?

I beamed at him, summoning all the sunshine and butterflies inside me. "What did you get?"

"Nothing much." His eyes didn't meet mine when he said that.

"Here." I handed him the donut box, he took it from me without a word. We munched onto our treat when Claire arrived with a single heavy bag. The walk through the shopping mall to the parking lot and the entire drive to my hostel was filled in dead silence like watching a silent movie with the volume set on mute. Claire had refused the offer of a ride to her hotel and called for a cab.

I'd already given up asking him anything because I wasn't even getting the normal neon signs as answers. Those were bad enough but nods and head shakes were driving me nuts and made me wonder if he was actually twenty-seven or three. The car came to a halt just nearby the hostel; I grabbed my purse and started to step out of the car when Rowan seized my arm forcefully.

"Ow.Ow Ow."

"What does he have that I don't?" he hissed through gritted teeth.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't Fucking pretend with me." he snapped at me. "I saw you flirt with that donut guy."

"Rowan. Please." I tried to uncurl his fingers off my arm but of course, large impressive biceps come with a warning which I had ignored. "You're hurting me."

"Answer me first."

"I wasn't flirting. I swear." The more I tried to loosen up myself from his grip the more he pressed into my skin.

"Then Explain this shit?" he shoved a small card in my face. I took it from him and scanned it.

Jayson 542xxxxxxx

"You were flirting with that guy right in my face." He continued through gritted teeth, "and now you were planning to call him behind my back. Great going."

He punched the wheel so hard; the blaring horn seemed to be the only sound other than his erratic breathing.

I took a long deep calming breath, "Just calm down, alright?"

He nodded and did as I told him to. "I don't even know that guy; he gave me that number so I could help him promote his donuts. You should have at least asked me before saying such things, Rowan, I wasn't kidding when I said, I love you. You're all I want. Always."

It was as if his hands had a mind of his own, he snatched the card with Jayson's number on it and tore it into a half, then another half until I could no longer see the ink and only the paper bits.

"You're not allowed to speak with other guys, you understand? Not even my students"

What's with this man?

"Okay."

His eyes suddenly softened those contracted dark brown smoldering into a lighter shade. He pulled me closer; I turned in my seat to see Minnie sleeping soundlessly. "I am so sorry." His breath tingled in my ears. His fingers rubbed on the red zebra crossing like marks on my wrist, "I did this to you. I hurt you. I hurt you. I am so sorry."

Tears trickled down his handsome face; he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand like a little boy. "I'm sorry" he kept repeating, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's alright. Don't cry." I brushed a lone tear off his cheek.

"I love you."

"I know, baby, I love you too."