Meeting Again 28 Caught By Surprise

I speeded up to catch up to him. The road was not as packed as it normally is. I kept thinking about how to convince Tony of my innocence. I have to get him to understand me. My mind was not in the road. I hoped to reach him as fast as possible. I noticed my hands have turned cold.

The moment I parked below the staff quarter of where Tony stayed, I jumped down and ran up the stairs, two at a time. Reaching outside his door, I exhaled heavily. This is it. I have to explain him everything. I won't let this misunderstanding break us apart. I stretched my hand to rang the bell when,

"Don't! You will wake Twen" I heard a voice behind me say.

I quickly turned around to see Tony sitting on the stairs looking at me. He looked miserable. His hair was disheveled, his pretty eyes were puffy with dark circles and his s.h.i.+rt half out of his jeans. He got up slowly and came face to face with me.

"I thought you might come so I waited outside. You were faster than I thought" Tony said in neutral voice.

"Tony" I started, but found myself at a loss for words. I didn't know, how to start explaining. He walked past me and unlocked the door.

"It is quite unbelievable that you left your fiancee standing. But then again, if you could abandon someone who you got pregnant, I guess this gesture isn't that big of a deal" Tony said with a touch of sarcasm

This words triggered me. I wanted him to know that I have no relation with her. There was no one in my life other than him. I stretched my hand and held his, as I roared,

"She is not my fiancee. I cancelled the engagement a year back"

Tony looked at me with a mocking smile. He pulled his hand back and said sourly,

"Is it just me or have you gotten better at lying?"

"Am not lying" I said feeling more helpless than ever. How did everything went so wrong just when I made up my mind to mend our relations.h.i.+p?

"Come in Boss. You must be very tired. Living dual life and telling so much lies...it must be tough. Why don't you have some coffee?" Tony continued in the same mocking tone, standing aside to let me enter.

I have never seen Tony act this way. His every word was like a burning arrow piercing my chest. I clutched my fist tightly. Though, we were standing so close, I felt we were miles apart. It felt like we both have just gotten more distant than before. My efforts to close in the distance in these last few days, all went down the gutter.

But I can't give up. I gritted my teeth and walked in. I heard the door shut as Tony walked in. I sat down on the couch, watching Tony enter his room to put all his stuff, came out and got refreshed. He tip toed to the door of another bedroom, and peaked in. Looking satisfied, he closed the door. Then, he went in the kitchen and started preparing coffee. I was feeling impatient. I kept changing my sitting position in my nervousness till Tony put a steaming mug of coffee in front of me.

"Please" he said, gesturing me to drink and standing little away from me

I was not in the mood to drink. Ignoring the cup, I looked at him as he was sipping on his mug. I spoke in a hushed voice, afraid of waking Twen up.

"I didn't lie to you. It is all true. Believe me" I almost pleaded

"Robbie, just tell me what you want instead of beating around the bush. What are you trying to achieve by all this?" Tony asked, looking away from me

"I want you and Twen to be my family" I said as my throat started drying

Tony closed his eyes and sighed. He looked at me and then the untouched cup. He spoke in a dull tone,

"Since, you are not interested to disclose your motive, just have your coffee and leave. I don't have the strength to partic.i.p.ate in your games"

I looked at him with a sinking feeling. His voice sounded so distant, there was not a tinge of the old familiarity. He appeared to have given up on me. I felt a strong wave of hopelessness wash over me. Is it really going to be over like this?

I watched as Tony walked to the kitchen and placed his mug on the sink. He came out and went to his room, completely ignoring my presence. I picked up the coffee with trembling hand and took few sips. Even in such a terrible situation, I couldn't help notice how good the coffee tasted. Chef for sure!

I put down the coffee cup after drowning it completely and walked to his room, for another attempt. Tony had changed into an oversized T-s.h.i.+rt and loose pants. He was kneeling down in front of a shelf, with a drawer open searching something frantically. He didn't hear me enter until I was just behind him. He looked up at me with wide fearful eyes.

Since, my head was so full of miserable thoughts that I didn't immediately caught on to his expression. But then looking at him properly, I blinked. He looked strange. Though, his eyes were full of fear, his face and neck was red, his breath was coming in gushes and there was a bit of sweat on his forehead.

As I was pondering what was going on, I caught a whiff of smell that turned my mind blank almost immediately. It was a smell I can never forget. It was this that led to all the in-moment decision that I took. It was this that led to all the misery Tony faced. It was Tony's heat pheromones. I was overwhelmed by the overpowering desire taking over my mind. I felt all my reasoning and senses leaving my head and only the thoughts of doing Tony blacking me out.

Before I knew what I was doing, I caught hold of Tony's oversize t-s.h.i.+rt and started kissing him aggressively. My one hands crept beneath his t-s.h.i.+rt exploring his chest while the other I placed behind his head pulling him closer. I felt Tony's hand on my chest and face, resisting, I held the wrist of the hand on my chest and pushed Tony down on the floor. I held his wrist above his head with one hand and with the other I pulled his pants down....

Was the past going to repeat itself?

Are both of us doomed to always meet such a sad fate?

Was it really going to end with me hurting Tony once again?