Chapter 4 A PART TWO

"Rutherford?" I whispered, shocked to my core.

"Yes," he sighed.

My eyes nearly popped out of its socket the second he slowly and calmly took his mask off. My sad attempt at screaming failed as he crashed his huge palm over my face, silencing me. My heart pounded even harder, intense shock spiraling over my body.

"You need to calm down."

"Sir," I shuddered, unsure of what the fuck my eyes are beholding.

"Yes, I am Matteo Rutherford and I heard everything my mom said." He stopped, noticing how inattentive I had become.

My eyes traveled the length, breadth and width of this majestic hunk of a man. His chiseled jawline, big pointed nose and charming blue eyes. He stood tall, hovering over me like a giant to a toddler. A glamorous physique, embodying a calm and intriguing aura. His strong fragrance overwhelmed the room, choking me in the divine sensation of his presence. Ah, Matteo, the man you are.

"Are you okay?" He chuckled, helping me stabilize. The words refused to form.

"Mrs Nathara's son?" I asked, completely dazed. He nodded softly. "Listen, I know what happened okay, and I am here to help. I'll be at your place after work." He concluded, patting my back.

"My place?" I called him back after making an attempt of leave. My place? Hell no!

"Is there a problem?" He paused, staring keenly at me.

"Yes, yes there is. My family lives with me, I don't want to expose them to-"

"A Rutherford?" He gazed more intentionally, leaving me empty and speechless.

"No sir, that's not what I meant."

"That's okay. I'll let Kali handle things." He walked out immediately.

Kali as in Nathara Kali Rutherford? I'm more fucked than I planned. I dusted my pride off and walked towards the door before I bumped into him again.

"I forgot my phone." He muttered, breezing by me. He sounds so upset. How did I manage to offend the only nice Rutherford?

"I'm sorry please," I murmured, grabbing his wrist as he walked past me. He paused, clearly irritated. He replaced his mask on his face and turned to face me. I stared at him with my neck bent all the way to the back; he is tall!

"If they-" he was interrupted.

"What the fuck is going on here?" This familiar voice thundered, throwing my fragile heart in disarray. My body jolted to a halt the second my eyes fell on that same mask and worst of all, the same damn ring!

"Hold on," Matteo whispered, pushing me behind himself.

"Matt, what the fuck are you doing?" He shouted again, aggressively approaching us.

"Get the fuck out Chelsea!" My heart pealed as I chickened out, pale and tired. "You fucking him too?" He yelled, much to the tense confusion of everyone.

"What the hell are you even talking about? What are you doing here anyways?" Matteo responded, stepping up.

"Matt, don't get on my nerves please." He hissed, shoving Matt aside, now fully facing me.

My heart skipped several beats.

"Chelsea?" He gasped, squinting through his mask. I looked up, trying to comprehend the situation. "Did you deliver my message?" He asked, lowering his body to hear my faint replies.

"What are you talking about?" I mouthed.

"You've done enough, Ricci." Matteo spoke, his voice leaving unexpected butterflies in me. His deep voice echoed through the cold room.

"You just had to!" Ricci hissed, taking off his mask in a flash.

"Ricci? Ricci Rutherford? The double R! Oh fuck my life, I slept with Ricci Rutherford!!" I shouted in my head, letting the realization crash onto me.

"Miss Ambers I-" the voice paused, squeezing the whole room to a freeze. With a sharp glance, our eyes connected. Mrs Nathara.

Matteo and Ricci hurried to put their mask on but it was too late, Mrs Nathara's eyes had darkened. "What the hell is happening here?"

Why the fuck is she pretending that she does not know her son slept with me?

"What did you say?" She turned to me, fierce in her gaze and steps. I said that out loud, didn't I?

"Miss Ambers," she began, "leave this building immediately and please, for the sake of your life, never return."

I walked out, carrying my heart in my mouth. Nothing makes logical sense. The unpleasant glances thrown at me gives me the idea that the world and half the sea has seen the said pictures. And now, my dad has too.

I sat in my car and picked up the incessant call I had been avoiding all day.

"Hi dad," I lipped, too certain of his jumpy reaction.

"Hi? That's what you have to say? Where the hell were you last night?" He shouted, scaring me even more. He no longer whispers?

"What do you mean? You asked me not to come home, right? And I did just that. Why is it a problem now?" I retaliated, hiding my shock and sadness.

"Do you know what you've just done? How the hell did it go viral?" He continued, genuinely panicking.

"What's the big deal? Things go viral everyday, why are you so scared?" I shrugged.

"You have ruined everything, I swear! Chelsea you-" a shot was heard. My father's voice vanished into thin air.

"Dad! Dad what was that?"

There was no response. I zoomed off immediately, shaking and crying all at once as I tried to track my father's location.

The bright sun was starting to set. I have been circling the same spot for three hours unable to find my father.

Finally, I hopped out, tired of the life threatening suspense. I ran into what looks like an abandoned warehouse, gasping for air.

The dark serenity of the building further worsened my blurry vision. I gave up and dropped to the floor, landing in a pool of blood.