My Boss Is Secretly A Softie - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Crash!
A distraught look graced Terrence’s face as he stared off into space blankly.

The chair swerved sharply then spun him round the room till he brought it to an abrupt stop. Crossing his legs, he threw his head backward— White golden locks sprawled across the air, painting a fragile image.

He sighed. Yesterday, the girl of his dreams finally accepted his confession. He had been so elated. He kissed, caressed, and touched everywhere till she eloped his grasp with significant struggle. And… he regretted nothing.

Because in that moment, when his lady lay on the couch with brilliant black strands clashing sharply with its crimson shimmer. And the lost look, which amplified her vulnerability along with her loving gaze, he nearly decided then and there to ruin her. Yes, he had shown a glimpse of his side. A side she would have never guessed existed.

Her reaction was just as he had meditated many times. Hesitant yet willing, a nervous gaze with contradicting compliance— a very triggering response.

He ran her arms through every part of her body, respecting yet teasing her most intimate parts. His tongue tingled with the taste of lemon, dizzying him more than any wine would.

She was as exquisite as a fairy, more delicious than anything he had ever tasted. And only the grace of the heavens had stopped him from crossing that line, which was more fragile than paper tape.

That night was like the beautiful dream his mind had long forgotten to construct— Perhaps because it was just too alluring. His mind was afraid he would lose all will to face reality and cease to awaken.

His panic was valid when he awakened, panicked at the thought that it had been just a dream, but then she called, and her voice carried away all his woes.

Elara was now his. She had been for a while now, but the joy that came from knowing his feelings were reciprocated was boundless. Indeed, consent was sexy.

However, a ridiculous thought that kept resurfacing, no matter how many times he drowned it, was the tentative question. Did she regret it? Would she regret it? And if so, what then?

But he let such thoughts float away because they were meaningless. Regardless of the aftermath, Elara would stay his, forever.

He stood up abruptly and with large strides, picked up the documents neatly piled onto each other, throwing them into the trash can beside him.

All investigations had led to a dead end. It seemed as if Elara had so much to hide, but it didn’t matter. He would have her tell him everything later.

He wasn’t that desperate to know, because although they did serve a good purpose— as a reminder that there was more to his Elara, he didn’t mind it at all and was more than ready to wait till she was ready to tell him everything.

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“Can I scan these items for you, ma’am?”

A polite voice awakened Elara from her daze, which had her flashing a quick smile in embarrassment. She had been so lost in thoughts she hadn’t noticed it was her turn in line until the clerk called out to her.

“Thank you for patronizing us.”

Elara nodded at her with a small smile before tossing her card into her purse. Doubt clouded her mind. No way the clerk was grateful. She had been in that line of work for a while, and for the entire duration, she hoped all the customers and she would simultaneously combust and end the misery that was her life.

But then again, she wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind back then, so maybe this clerk was different.

“Wait— what was I thinking before this?”

She muttered while plugging in her car key.

“Oh, it’s about Angel… .”

She had never felt this lost in all the years of her life. This was the first time she was in a serious relationship. All the others were just experimenting and playing about with people during her early years— due to a particular sick hobby of hers she had been obsessed with.

Despite it all, she had never once done normal relationship activities. Heck, her first kiss was stolen by her angel, which was proof her former relationships were merely glorified cohabitations.

In conclusion, her angel was her first, and she was lost as hell. Sure, she knew a lot about relationships due to her profession, but theory would always be different from practicals and she couldn’t call any of her friends for advice— they were plain untrustworthy.

One treated everyone but his beloved like air. This beloved of his was so dense all signals floated across for years and taking her idea once nearly ruined her, so yeah— not the best set of persons to consult for relationship ideas.

Her other friend would simply glare her down, and the last was 99% likely to turn her relationship to an FWB. Ironically though, she was the best option with her experience. Best as in the least terrible, all of them were terrible options.

She would have Angel lead her on, but his mad reaction that night told her she would probably need to step up as the level-headed one or this entire thing would evolve into something else. Adding to the fact they’ll be living together soon…

She sighed, this was troublesome. Should she consider a therapist, perchance?

“Seems like the most appropriate option, to be honest.”

She grunted with a pout. Her eyes wandered briefly to her side mirror, and then they widened in horror.

Right behind her was a swiftly approaching truck! And. It. Did. Not. Look. Nice.

It was quite bizarre, considering this path was relatively lonesome. She sometimes took it to avoid being a routinary and kill any chances of being stalked.

Only on very few occasions did vehicles grace this path, and she even had to carry her gun whenever she followed this path for safety reasons— though it ended up being a constant in her car.

She sped up cursing at the truck driver for his recklessness. Was he drunk or something? Why would such a large vehicle drive that rabidly?!

But then her eyes caught something and it finally clicked. The driver had lost control of his truck!

“Damnnit all! Are you fucking serious?! Almost no one knows of this place!”

This meant there was a chance of her dying and not being found even till her corpse rotted.

She stepped up the gas, and her car zoomed along the road at an insane speed that she found herself struggling to manage.

She had better have someone know of her situation at the very least!

“Alexa, call Angel.”

“Calling Angel.”

Her eyes swiped from her mirror to the road, her breathing skipping a few lapses as the adrenaline left her spiraling into a kaleidoscopic condition.

And then she had his voice.

“Ela?”

It was like magic. Her spinning reality came to a halt, and the blankness in her head cleared up enough to articulate the words she would like to convey.

The other seemed to have noticed something wrong.

His voice was thick with concern. “Tell me what’s wrong, Ela.”

She took a sharp breath in a bid to calm down, blinking her eyes in a vigorous attempt to clear the incoming tears.

“Ela, what’s going on there?”

“I….” She finally saw the truck driver, and his face mirrored the atrociousness of what had just happened. The front tire had skidded off!

“Shit!” she exclaimed.

“Elara, what is going on there?!”

“I might have an accident—”

Her driving skills peaked, and a loud screech deafening the caller’s words rang through her as she drove into the forest path, narrowly missing a t-bone with the spinning truck.

But it wasn’t over. The forest path was less than ideal, leaving her huffing and puffing and swinging about madly in a veer for control.

She had long forgotten she had a call ongoing, and the thrill of it all blocked off her environment while enhancing all five senses to maximum output.

Her ears were filled with screaming tires and a roaring engine, and a strong metallic taste washed over her— she had bitten her lips till they bled in a bid to heighten her concentration.

Her hands were throbbing along with her feet as they manipulated the mechanics of the struggling vehicle in ways that would leave a crowd of engineers bewildered.

Her vision somehow became sharp enough to catch the abrupt obstacles that popped up every minute as she skidded into the forest with tortured tires, but it was not fast enough to foresee the overarching oak tree that suddenly spawned in front of her.

“Fuck!”

She stepped on the brake with willful madness, but it seemed that her fate had been sealed, and another minor obstacle she had missed struck with wicked mischief.

A puffy airbag was deployed, stunning her for a second, and in the span of that, she lost time to react, leading to a second more drastic crash into the oak tree.

Her body snapped forward, unprotected, slamming her head to the wheel with a sickening thud. Her eyes blacked out, a trace of blood ran down her nose, and her consciousness was snuffed out instantly.