ABSOLUTE INSANITY: A forbidden bond
Chapter 62: ★Who knows who★

Chapter 62: ★Who knows who★

~Chapter 62~

MICHAEL:)

"Father," I pinched the bridge of my nose, my eyes closing as I tried to persuade my old man to see things from my perspective.

"What did we discuss before?" I asked, some of my frustration leaking into my voice.

"You’re throwing your life away, Michael," he boomed but with a hint of sadness in his tone.

I heard the sound of his hand slamming onto his desk. "You should be making a name for yourself, holding up the family legacy. Instead, you’re wasting your time on frivolous pursuits and gallivanting around town with who-knows-who"

He had been lecturing me nonstop from the moment I picked up his call, his words dripping with disapproval and disappointment.

My father had always been a hard man to please, and I knew that he would never understand my desire to be free of those responsibilities for now.

I kicked my car tire with my left foot, the rubber absorbing the impact. The old man has started his comparison of me to my dumb cousin Samuel.

He’s not really dumb. He’s just... obtuse, he doesn’t know when to mind his business and stay on his own lane. He just basically doesn’t know when to acknowledge his own limitations and boundaries.

And my father, blind to his own biases, didn’t want to hear that I had no interest in the family business. At least, not yet.

All I wanted was freedom, a chance to breathe and live without the weight of my family’s expectations crushing me.

Maybe in six months, or a year, I’d consider taking the reins of the company. But for now, I just wanted to be me, without the burden of my family’s legacy.

Because I knew that the moment I took over that company, I’d lose myself in its demands. The long hours, the endless meetings, the constant pressure to perform. I wasn’t ready for that.

Not now, maybe in the new future. Maybe.

My father kept on berating me for throwing my life away and some of his words cut deep, sending sharp jab to my ego.

"Father, I’m going to call you back," My patient was wearing thin but I politely said. "Have a good day at work and be quick, go home to mom, okay?" The last part came out strained.

My father barely had time for my mom, and that was what I disliked most about his company. He was always working, always putting the business first, and it had taken a toll on our family.

He barely had time for himself, let alone his loved ones. And I didn’t want that to be me. I didn’t want to be a slave to the company, sacrificing my relationships and my happiness for the sake of success.

As my call ended, I glanced down at the time displayed on my phone’s screen.

Ten minutes had already ticked by since Katya walked out of my car, package in hand. It wasn’t supposed to take her that long to drop off the food, was it?

A faint thread of concern began to weave its way through my mind, but I pushed it aside, not wanting to jump to conclusions.

She was a grown woman, I shouldn’t just jump into a negative conclusion.

I looked up from my screen to see a man in a suit walking towards Katya’s apartment building. His face was mean, his features twisted into a scowl that made him look like a criminal.

There was something about him that screamed off, but I just watched as he pushed open the door and disappeared into the building.

I pocketed my phone and leaned back against my car door. Having this strong urge to go check on Katya, to make sure she was okay, but I hesitated. I didn’t want her to think I was being clingy or creepy. I wanted to respect her boundaries, to give her space.

Stop being a wimp. I’m not a wimp....you are the wimp....and now I’m fighting with my conscience...great.

A small smile began to twitch at the corners of my lips. I couldn’t help but think about Katya - her beautiful, scarred face, her fiery spirit, her quiet strength.

I had no idea what these feelings were that I was having for her, but I knew I liked them. I didn’t want them to fade away. I wanted to explore them, to see where they might lead.

Few days back I wouldn’t even think of a relationship, it was just focusing on myself and just having fun.

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The first time I laid eyes on Katya was when my over-doing cousin Samuel and I walked into the cafe she was working at.

I remember being struck by the warm, inviting atmosphere of the place, but it was Katya herself who truly caught my attention.

Her face was bruised, a deep fading purple mark spreading across her cheekbone. But despite the injury, her beauty was undeniable.

Eyes, a bright, gold, that sparkled like stars in the lights of the cafe, and her lips, full and inviting, curved into a hesitant and fake smile.

And she walked over to our table, her body trembling slightly and Her eyes were wide with fear, like she had seen a ghost.

I genuinely thought she was about to faint with how her legs constantly shook beneath her, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and grasping her shoulders.

At that time when my hands closed around her upper arms, she flinched like she had being burnt and I was hurt. Seeing how scared she was at just my proximity.

I often found myself wondering what had triggered that look of sheer terror in Katya’s eyes the moment she saw us walk into her cafe.

It was as if she had seen the devil from her past, a ghost that haunted her every waking moment. I still always wondered about the events that had led to that bruise on her face.

The first thing that came to mind was that people had beaten her up, because that kind of bruise wasn’t from a fall; I could tell it was from someone who had aggressively, mercilessly, beaten her.

The very thought made my blood boil and as the wimp I was, I didn’t ask her about it, fearful that she might misinterpret my concern as stalking or harassment.

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