Cute Crybaby

Angel's mind was at a loss in a deep thought of where to go while walking in the empty hallway of the tenth floor, the highest part of the building to which the CEO's office was located.

The sound of her heels became a monotonous sound of the place, when Angel unmindfully lost her balance and had completely fallen on the floor.

"Ahh!" Angel blurted as she tried to move herself. Her ankle seemed to swell. Looking at it and at her things on the floor, she became frustrated.

Meanwhile, Michael was putting everything in his secret room in its place. As he put the food back in his mini fridge, he thought of Angel.

'She is not my responsibility', he thought before getting her out of his mind.

As he started to walk out, his foot stepped on something. It was an anklet.

Then, the image of Angel with the anklet during the audition flashed into Michael's memory.

She was stunning, and the anklet added more to her oozing sex appeal in an ironically natural kind of way and highlighted her snow-white legs even more.

Michael then remembered her legs that had restrained him a while ago.

But realizing his thoughts, he shook his head.

'Since when did you become such a pervert, Michael?' He could not believe how his mind was working, so he finally walked out of the room and went to his office table.

He sat on his chair, closed his eyes, and rested in silence.

Then, Angel's face appeared in the blank space.

"I am hungry and thirsty. I don't have a place to live. I am completely broke..."

Michael opened his eyes and was displeased with Angel disturbing him even without her around him, but he was more troubled.

He leaned his head forward while putting his hands on both sides of the chair with a critical face.

"If anything bad happens to her, she'll be on the news early in the morning. If that happens, there will be investigations. And since she was last to be seen to enter this building, the company will be dragged and I will be dragged down! No. This can't be..."

He stood up and let go of the chair in haste. He put on his coat, put the anklet in his pocket, and went out.

Michael could only hear his footsteps as he walked in the empty hall, going to the elevator.

Not long after, the sound of his footsteps was accompanied by a disturbing sound that made the hair of Michael's skin stand up so he stopped walking, thinking the scary noise would also stop.

But, the scary sound remained. He paused and tried to listen to where it was coming from.

The more he listened to it, the more he felt uneasy so he started to walk, a little faster than usual.

The more he walked forward, the sound became louder and clearer. It was a sound of a sobbing lady.

Michael's fear turned into worry as he thought of Angel.

He moved quickly while tracing the sobbing sound, when suddenly the whole place blacked out.

In a split second, the sobbing turned into a loud cry.

"Angel!" Michael shouted as he continued to head forward in the darkness, using the sound as the guide.

"I am here!" Angel quickly sounded as she heard someone calling her name, and continued crying, not able to stand properly.

Then, she heard running footsteps coming towards her.

Instinctively, she waited, closed her eyes, and grabbed the leg of someone who was about to pass her.

Michael stumbled from somebody's grip on his leg.

The whole place suddenly brightened. The lights were back again.

Still lying down on the floor, Michael looked at his leg, and saw a bunch of messy, long hair move.

Michael's heart jumped off as the hair revealed a creepy face with eyes crying with black paint. He was horrified. Instantly, he jolted his leg from it.

"Ouch!" Angel exclaimed.

"You don't have to be so harsh, you know!" She continued, and was puzzled by his scared expression.

"Hey, Mr. Reid. What's with your face?" Angel sounded with a trace of sobbing in her voice. Then she wiped her tears, which spread the paint even more.

Michael finally realized it was Angel.

"You!" He was controlling his anger and annoyance with Angel while looking intensely at her.

She was making him lose control. And the idea was making him more annoyed.

Michael could not take of it anymore and grabbed Angel's arm. He was planning to send him out of his face.

"Ahh!" Angel sounded in pain and looked into Michael's eyes. She saw his annoyance. Then, with enough force, she threw away Michael's hand from her arm.

"Oh, you really have the guts!" This girl was really testing him.

Angel did not say a word and bent down.

"Look at where your arrogance has brought you! Have you not still realized anything, Angel? Look at yourself?"

Michael was really mad for a reason he could not understand.

"I can help myself." Angel said without life.

It was true, and she was now swallowing all the medicine of her actions. She could not understand why, but those words were more painful to hear from him.

Michael's heart softened as he saw Angel's posture and found her lightly carressing her swollen ankle.

"You need help, Angel. But most importantly, you need to help yourself." Michael said in a serious face, looking at Angel before he took all her belongings on the floor, put in her bag, and gave the bag to her.

"I Angel Pitters Lee can help myself." After uttering this in a shaking voice, Angel cried out loud like a baby.

Michael cannot believe the woman was shamelessly crying like a baby. Her situation must have finally gotten into her head.

Without a word, Angel jolted in surprise as Michael carried her in his arms. Then she continued sobbing on his shoulders out of shame.

She felt good, especially sniffing his broad shoulders which had a sweet masculine scent.

Angel's time slowed down momentarily as she looked up and saw an undeniably handsome man with a gentle heart.

Her face heated up as he saw the man's Adams apple move up and down slowly. Then, his face was moving in slow motion, facing her.

Michael begin to move back to his office. While walking, he checked on Angel but almost let go of her as he got a closer look of her in creepy face.

"Will you please, fix your face. I might die of a heart attack with you." Michael irritatingly said while putting Angel down carefully.

Angel uncomfortably took a look at herself inthe mirror, and found her face with black paint in her eyes and messy hair.

Then she recalled that while she was crying and trying to keep her things back inside her bag, the building blacked out, and she could no longer see anything but only tried to search the floor with her hands. And she had held a wet thing. After that, she ultimately broke down into tears, crushed her hair in frustration and rubbed her hands against her eyes from time to time.

She checked her bag and saw her broken eyeliner. Then took some wipes to temporarily clean her face and fixed her hair with her hands.

"Is this better now?" Angel asked him shyly while fixing her dress this time.

As Michael took a look of her face, it revealed her delicate snow-white like skin, innocent eyes with long lashes complementing her geometrically aligned nose, and red, pinkish lips.

'Was she this naturally beautiful?' Michael was in awe. But came back when Angel snapped her fingers in his face.

"That's more like a human." He said as he looked away his red face from her and carried her again.

Angel had a mischievous smile at his reaction.

"It's okay to be amazed by my beauty." Angel said, and gave a sneaky look with her lips curved.

"Yeah, I am sure you can crawl by yourself back to my office." He uttered while slightly loosening his grip with Angel and gave her a sharp glare.

Angel automatically closed her eyes and wrapped her hands on Michael's neck tightly.

Michael looked at her with a smirk in his face. 'Such a cute headache and crybaby.'