Hellish Obsession - Chapter 10：Red Flag

The crimson-like-eyed man walked down the parking lot that was so messed up because of the traffic of the shopping mall beside. From side to side, there were bunches of cars that have made it hard to find his car.

A sigh fleeted from his lips as he derived his phone out of his hoodie’s pocket and dialled the chauffeur’s number, not even bothering the eyes that were surveying him all the time.

“Sir, I am at the right corner of the shopping mall. Should I drive to you?” The chauffeur spoke as soon as the call was answered, had the perception of his boss’s impending query.

“No, I will find you.” He put his phone back inside the pocket as he steered his stare and his pace to the way to the shopping mall, eyes finding the trace of the car. Just after a few steps, his legs took a halt hearing upon the sudden voice.

“Stop there, Mr Gay.”

“Mr Gay?” Xavier mumbled to himself and tried to understand why did he even stop. It’s not even his name. He turned around and seeing the Princess approaching him, his face puzzled.

She stood just two steps away from him and for not being as tall as him, she was having difficulty casting her sceptical eyes on him directly. “I told you to explain, Mr Gay.”

Mr Gay, again! With an unnoticed lethargy, he rolled his eyes and shoved his hands inside the pockets. His grumpy eyes narrowed once as if there were too much light to condone. “Little hazelnut.”

Ave blinked and got a vertical wrinkle between her eyebrows. Her lips pursed slightly as he spoke again. “Do you have vocal cord problems like Dysarthria?”

She tilted her head. “Are you talking with me?” There wasn’t anyone else in the lot but she didn’t understand what he was talking about. Hazelnut? Dysarthria?

The man finally focused on her, arching a sly brow. “Who else is hazelnut here?”

The nostrils inside Ave flared. He is just too rude. “Excuse me? My name is Aveline.” She rectified.

“Well, that is hazelnut.” He said and peeked down at his watch in urgency. “By the way, why are stalking me?” came out his nosy query but there was not even a single whiff of curiosity shown in his eyes.

For a moment, Ave almost gaped at this man. However, soon, she snapped out of it and shook her head that prepared the blank man even blanker. “Listen, Mr Ga…”

“Grey. It’s Grey.” He cut her off, shooting a darkened glare. “I don’t like it when someone screws up my name.”

“You called me hazelnut because that’s what Aveline is. And I called you gay because that’s what you are.” She shrugged it off in the simplest way and lowered her voice to blurt out the secret that she was holding back in her little head. “I know, you are gay.”

“Am I?” Xavier pressed his lip in a thin line and stared at her blankly.

With a genuine smile, she stepped forward and got closer to him. He couldn’t help but parted his lips slightly when she tiptoed and whispered the next words to his ear. “It’s okay. Harriet told me everything. I know your feelings. I won’t tell anyone.”

Her eyes widened almost immediately. “You don’t have that? Oh my God! Did you have a disease? Or was it cut off? No, I think it’s from birth. But wasn’t reattachment possible? Does it still hurt?” She asked all in one breath. She wondered how he survived without his manhood all these years.

Her impulsive action and words were enough to frustrate the hell of him. He heaved a deep sigh getting what she actually thought about. But from where did that ‘that’ come? She was talking about knowing his feelings. “I mean… fe….” He paused at the loss of words and decided not to argue with her little brain. “How can a princess be so dumb?” He muttered.

Ave opened her mouth to shower protests but his words shut them off again. “That girl… Harriet… We met just today.”

As fury raged, she closed her eyes and ran her hand into her hair. “She lied. God, that bit*h. Why did I even believe her? I am really dumb. I should have understood that she was lying and you…” She took a halt whilst her thoughts tumbled on. Her eyes wide opened like two flashlight beams. “You are not gay?”

“I don’t remember doing anything like a gay.” His response was flat and firm. But he really didn’t understand if the woman was shocked or pleased by this truth.

Right then, an assurance of a satisfied grin was revealed on her face as she spoke. “So it’s a red flag.”