The Runaway Lover by Kyzyl Mhy (best classic books of all time .TXT) 📗

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen 

Five years ago... 

“G’morning couz!” Marquz greeted the moment Felix boarded the elevator with him. 

“There’s nothing good about the morning.” Felix hissed after pressing the button to close the door and the other button that had the number ‘5’ written on it. 

“What’s with the bitter mood?” Marquz asked. “Did things not work between you and the beautiful lady last night?” He added. 

Felix stopped and looked at his cousin. “You know her?” He asked. 

“No... but I did see you leave with her last night.” Marquz shrugged and replied. “Why? What happened?” He asked. 

Felix stepped back to lean his back on the elevator walls before releasing a sigh. “She left.”  

“Oh...” Marquz exclaimed. “Isn’t that supposed to be good news? That just means that she isn't the clingy type.” He said as he gave him a pat on the shoulder. 

 “... so why do you look devastated over some girl you had a night stand with?” 

“I... don’t know,” Felix replied. He tried to come up with some reasonable explanation in his thoughts but no matter how hard he tried he could not. It felt like there were no words to explain why. 

Then suddenly a part of his memory from last night flashed in his thoughts. He was a little drunk but he could clearly remember how the woman bit her lower lip as he thrust in and out of her. Her moans replayed in his thoughts. 

“M-more...” 

“Don’t stop—ahhh~!” 

It was just supposed to be a one-night stand but something about that nameless woman haunted him. Was it perhaps because she was a virgin? But that doesn’t make sense at all. Because if there’s someone that should feel attachment, it should be none other than the woman herself. He thought that he would eventually forget about her but every time he tried to kiss or make out with someone else, all he sees is that woman's face.

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“F*ck it!” Felix cursed as he slammed his office door close. 

He then walked his way to his desk and pushed all the things down to the floor. He did not care if they were fragile things. After all, he can easily replace all and buy another, but he could not do anything to regain the potential investors which he had lost. 

The employees could hear the sound of things breaking, and it somehow made them a little anxious. This isn’t the first time that their boss went mad, yet it did not lessen their fear of his anger for they knew that even the slightest mistake can trigger them to lose their jobs. 

Felix ran his fingers angrily took his business coat off and threw it on his desk, before running his long fingers through his hair and taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He then loosed his tie and made his way to sit on his swivel chair. 

He then leaned his back on the chair as he massaged the bridge of his nose. He really can’t get over the fact that he lost a big client. He has long been planning to earn his trust but everything stumbled down just because he lost his focus when his nameless one-night stand appeared flashed in his thoughts. 

“Sir, I have come to give you the report.” His secretary informed. 

“What do you have for me?” Felix coldly asked without bothering to throw a glance at his loyal employee. 

“We have already come up with a list to narrow down the subjects.” His secretary replied before walking towards his table and placing a clean brown envelop down. 

Felix took a deep breath and turned his attention to the envelope. It’s been months since he started looking for that woman. He was desperate enough to meet her again, hoping that it was the answer to his problem. 

Inside the envelope were files and photographs containing that may contain the possible identity of his one-night scanned. He scanned through the pictures but none of them was her. This pissed him more. Just what type of woman is she for him not to find him? To which prominent family does she belong? 

“Among all the high-end pubs that we used to go to, why did we have to go here?” asked Marquz who was sitting on the wooden stool beside Felix. Both of them were waiting for their drinks. 

“Here are your drinks, gentlemen.” The bartender spoke as he placed their glasses down in front of them. 

“Since when did you grow fond of gin and tonic?” Marquz asked when he noticed Felix’s glass. 

“It’s none of your business.” Felix hissed before lifting a glass and taking a drink from it. 

A playful smile made its way to Marquz’s lips when the sudden realization hit him as he roamed around to study the bar’s features. 

“I get it now!” He chuckled. “This is the same place where you met the ‘lady’!” 

“Are you perhaps hoping that you would meet her again?” He asked but Felix did not bother to reply. 

In his thoughts, he was mentally punching his cousin. 

Why did I even bring him with me? He just disrupts my peace of mind, and he’s too noisy! He said in his thoughts, but a part of him did agree to Marquz’s words. His guess was true – he really was hoping that maybe if he comes back to this place then he’ll get to meet her again. 

He waited for her that night – every time the door opens, he turns around to see if it was her. Sadly, she did not come that night. But he did not give up.  

He continued to return, even if it meant driving for two hours and having to deal with the 50% chance that he may or may not see her there.  

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into years. And just like his first attempts, he was not able to see her walk inside the bar. Little by little, he was slowly losing hope, so he stopped coming. But it did not mean that he could stop thinking of that woman. 

 

Fast forward: The day they met at the airport... 

 

“Sir, we’re sorry to inform you but the flight has been delayed due to the air traffic.” The airport staff greeted Felix the moment he arrived at the boarding gate. 

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