The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

69 A kiss, reunion and rain…

Lyla

I wouldn’t say I liked it when it rains though it had been raining more often than usual and the weather forecast hadn’t mentioned anything about rain and I’d left my umbrella at home.

I stood at the entrance of my company’s building, debating whether to wait it out or make a run for it to the bus stop two blocks away.

I pulled my coat tighter around me, feeling the mist from the rain kiss my cheeks. The streetlights reflected off the wet pavements. I sighed as I stared at the sky, it wasn’t showing any signs of stopping soon.

The street was growing emptier and soon there would be no bus to my place. The last time I had missed the last bus, I had to sleep in my office and all I wanted to do more than anything after a long day at work was to go home to my warm apartment, with a cup of tea and bury myself in layers of blankets.

As I stood there contemplating, the glass doors behind me swooshed open. I turned and to my surprise, it was Paul, one of the marketing managers. His short brown hair was a little messy, as though he had run his hand through it one too many times during the day.

He smiled awkwardly, his dark–rimmed glasses slightly fogging from the temperature difference inside and outside the building. He was holding out a raincoat to me.

“Hey Lyla,” he greeted, looking at his feet.

“Hey Paul,” I replied returning his smile. He was always so polite to me, and so considerate. Over the past few months, I’d caught him stealing glances at me during company meetings and I couldn’t deny the warm flutter in my chest whenever our paths crossed in the break room. He seemed harmless… but Xander had been that do.

So, I had to caution myself – these days, I stay away from humans especially. I’ve had three years. and six months of my life without any drama and I intend to keep it that way.

“Here,” he said in a shy voice pointing at the raincoat. “You can use this. I saw you standing out here and thought you might need it. You’ll get soaked otherwise.”

I blinked in surprise. “Oh, no, I couldn’t…”

*Please!” He insisted, already pushing it inside my hand. “I’m staying late anyway and I have the company car and driver.” He pushed his glasses up his nose. “So, I insist.”

“Oh, Paul, that’s so thoughtful of you,” I said, my smile deepening. Thank you so much.

He nodded. Pushing his glasses up his nose, a nervous gesture I’d come to find endearing. “Actually, I… um…”

I waited patiently, as he gathered courage, a faint blush crept across his cheeks, and I felt my own face warning in response too.

“The thing is tomorrow is my birthday,” he finally managed, looking somewhere between my

A kiss, rounion

really know many people outside of work yet. And I was wondering, he paused, scratching his head

didn’t really plan much… I mean, I’ve asked some people and I was wondering…” He took

moment.

from marketing too. I know it’s a bother and you might probably want to spend your weekend resting but I’d really

fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. Here was this successful, kind man, asking me out with all the nervousness of a teenager at his first school dance. Though we’ve only met up a couple of times within the company, there has always

he liked me. He was always looking at me and now, this invitation and the sweet way he

was the only defence mechanism I had. To me, every man was a Xander and

I said

grinned,

he glanced at this watch and his eyes widened. “Oh shoot, I have a meeting with the board in two minutes and I’ve got to run. But may I text you the details of you know, where we’re meeting and all?” he was already backing toward the door, nearly tripping over his own feet

“Go before you’re

back into the building, leaving me staying there with his

some point, and that was what explained all of my erratic behaviours. I brought out a small vial

dark liquid on it, I slipped the coat on, inhaling the scent of his cologne. The

and immediately felt silly

I

I stepped out into the rain. The rain however intensified and despite the coat, the wind whipped at my face, sending cold droplets

to shield my eyes, thinking maybe I should’ve waited for

after

all.

or rather, the rain stopped falling on me. I blinked

reunion

above my head, large enough to shield me

the downpour.

for their kindness but the

slipped from my fingers landing with a wet splash on the sidewalk but I barely noticed. I was too busy staring into a

beside me, holding the umbrella was

blur around me as I locked eyes with his. It couldn’t be him. Not here. Not

lived, I already moved out from the old address I gave him four years ago. So, this couldn’t possibly be

grief deceiving me