Chapter 5

Chapter 5

"But why do you care anyway?" she snapped .Hattie cursed herself for uttering such words, the young man was just being helpful, and that was what she needed but her crazy mindset won't help but question everything. She knew she sounded a bit harsh. she did not want him to have a bad idea about her.

"I mean, you barely know me and you are acting all nice " she said hoping that would sound less rude than the first one.

"Oh" he looked slightly embarrassed by the question and Hattie mentally slapped herself.

"Well no reason, just wanted to make sure you were okay, losing someone can be hard" he said. Something flashed in his eyes. Hattie couldn't tell if it was regret or pain.

"have you ever lost someone?" then realisation hit her, of course, his girlfriend. How stupid could she had been. Saying something like that could reopened already healed wound. She thought

"Am sorry I forgot about you girlfriend" she said showing every atom of remorse she could gather.

"It okay" he smiled faintly as he bowed his head. Which was very strange to Hattie, considering the fact that he was the one always making her uncomfortable .

'How bad could he have missed her' Hattie thought

"Did you love her"

"Alot" he snapped with anger in his voice, almost as if he was trying to convince Hattie of how much he loved her.

"Am so sorry" Hattie paused "i guess we have both lost someone, so I think I know how you feel" she sighed 

Javier tilted his head to the side while looking at her, He slowly lifted his finger to his forehead as if thinking of something

 Hattie could not help but feel really uncomfortable, she had not being stared at like this before, especially from someone who had such beautiful eyes. She mentally kicked herself for that statement. She kept wondering what was going on in his head but she was sure, he was thinking of her. She could feel it. She kept rocking her chair to and fro trying to calm herself down, so as to give him an impression that she did not feel intimidated. But that was rarely helping. All of a sudden the room became too hot, she felt suffocated on her sit and she needed to do something about it.  It was like his gaze was pinning her down. No man had ever made her feel so uncomfortable and self conscious before.

"That's a very unexpected   reaction coming from a psychologist" he said as he shifted his gaze from her to the painting on her wall. Westin had gotten the painting for her as an apology after beating her up. He knew her love for art was beyond anything. The painting was all about a young lady with a blind fold holding onto a candle in a dark tunnel a hand was stretched out toward her as if trying to lift her up from the darkness. Hattie fell in love with the painting the moment she saw it. The details were perfect. The artist really deserved an award

"What do you mean" hattied turned to him slowly. His eyes were still on the painting. Well it was better than having those peering eyes on her.

"How do you even deal with patients" he said turning to her. Hattie felt her heart skip a beat. What was happening to her

"Because they dont stare weirdly like you do". She sighed "Why do you stare at me like that?" she snapped  going straight to the point

"Cause I want to" he said non chanlantly. Almost as if he was trying to test her patience

"Well stop it"

"Why"

"Because, normal people don't stare like that" Hattie said trying to sound as angry as possible. She did not like the effect he was having on her and she did not want him to have any effect on her

"So you are saying am abnormal?"

"Nobody said that"

"You just did"

"Are you trying to piss me off?"

"Well I guess am doing a good job" he said teasingly with a smirk planted his face 

'Damn that smirk'

"Whatever" she  rolled her eyes "i thought you were here to console me"

"Oh Yeah, i forgot about that part" he stopped as he looked at the painting once more.

"How did you get it?"

"Westin got it for me as a gift

"Its really nice" he said with hesitation in his voice" and what does it mean" he turned to look at her 

"A woman is trying to come out from the the tunnel and that is a helping hand"

"You think?" He looked at her mockingly 

"yes, that's what it means" she snapped " does it mean something else?"

He smiled and looked at her. She wondered what was so amusing about what she said. She folded her hands under her breast waiting for an explanation. She knew he had something to say about the painting.

"You are not totally wrong" he finally said

"Well what your thought about the painting then"

"Nothing"

"You are very good at telling lies"

"How did you spot that"

"Am a psychologist" she laid emphasis on the psychologist as if trying to remind him

"Oh I almost forgot"

" well" Hattie gestured at the painting

"I would rather not say"

"Why"

"You ask a lot of question" he said tireldly

"oh really"

"Yes a lot" he leaned back on his seat

" suit yourself"

"With pleasure" he said raising his two legs to her desk. Now Hattie was sure that he came here to really piss her off.

"Really" she snapped, pointing her fingers to The shoes on her desk which looked quite expensive " What are you doing"

"Calm down, my legs got all cramped up from. Staying In a particular position. And you did say I should suit my self" he smirked

"Aren't you suppose to be at work"

" You want me to leave" he said teasingly"

Of course she did not want him to leave. But another part of her wanted him to because she would never concentrate with him around

" won't your boss get angry if he finds out you left your office to come and pest me"

"well You can ask him yourself" he said bluntly

" How" she then realised that he just referred to himself as the boss. Of course, how did she not realise, from the way he carried himself. He sure did not look like someone who would walk under anybody. She could not imagine him answering to someone. But what surprised her the most was how fast he switches character from a caring and loving person to a person who would not let her hear the end of it.

"But you are so young"

"MY father handed the company over to me shortly before he died"

"He is dead?"

"yes, cancer of the brain"

" oh am so sorry, and your mother?"

"she is currently in California "

"Do you have any siblings?" She knew she was being to inquisitive but she could not help it

"Am an only child" he replied bluntly

"Oh ok"

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you have any siblings?"

" not really"

"I guess we both have the same thing in common, and your mum?"

"Dead" she said with a husky voice

" oh" he looked at her with sympathy. She did not like that look, almost as if he was pitying her  "and your father? He continued

"Dead too" everyone just keeps dieing. She could not help but shiver

"It will be okay Hattie" he said almost as of he was reading her thought

"Yeah" she replied trying to look as unaffected as she could possibly be but that was difficult

Javier bent his wrist, in an attempt to check his watch

" I will see you later, Hattie" he said slowly getting up.  A part of Hattie did not want him to leave, she hated to admit but she really enjoyed his company but she would was never going to admit it to him

"Alright" she said trying to sound plain

He headed for the door and walked out

She leaned back on her seat as as She smiled sheepishly like a high school girl being asked out. She had no idea why she was smiling, but she sure knew she had not smiled like this for a very long time

'Oh Javier' she sighed, she never asked for his last name