Chapter 4

Allesandro My gaze was fixed on her forest green eyes that never failed to make my heart flutter whenever I looked at them. She is beautiful and bubbly, the most pristine Angel I had ever come across in my life. Seeing her after all these years made me understand on how much I missed her. She looks exactly like her dad including the eyes she inherited from him and indeed a princess like her father, brother calls her but doesn't behave like one. She is my innocent drama queen. On the other hand everything pertaining to this world is a business for me except my family and her. For her I can be as soft as a teddy bear while in nature I am exactly the opposite. I am a sinful and introvert cold hearted businessman along with being a world famous cardiac surgeon. I treat patients like my puppets and do surgeries only to the wealthy and blessed. I punch notes in millions with no trace of virtuousness. I am a control freak and believe in only one principle Facilitate a way to mint money even in the threshold of hell. People think me as a great philanthropist which in reality I am not. It's only a charade I display to public. I conduct giveaways only to the projects which can go fruitful in my business. I am the owner of many different clubs casinos shopping malls, hotels in the city of Newyork and California. I have connections with politicians and underworld dons because I am as dangerous as them. Many a time looks can go mistaken and I am the live example of that. There is nothing I can't get in this world. With the power and money that I have I am bestowed with a perfect body and beautiful looks as an icing on the cake. I had a good share of women and having them on my bed had never been an effort to me. But for the only woman I love? I cannot even think of her in such a way. It gets me to blanch like a sin. She is my best friend's sister and like a ....I cannot avoid the notion even though the thought breaks my heart to million pieces. I healed many people hearts but cannot heal my own. I am short tempered and impulsive which makes my patient think a thousand times before he asks me for anything. I know these are no of the qualities that a doctor should have. A physician should have the heart of a mother, the kindness of a lady and a patience of a tree, but I am blessed with neither of these qualities and that's how I am. An insensate man with a vacuous soul. It has been fifteen minutes since I entered her college campus. My eyes were pleading me for a look at her but I couldn't dare to do that because anything relating to her, I had no control on my senses. I may kiss her in front of the public and she would run away thinking me to be a lunatic which I should avoid at any circumstance. Her brother and my best friend Charles had so much confidence in me that he could trust me with his sister for her protection and safety. He did not have that confidence with anyone in this world but for me and I am not going to ruin it at any cost. One year, a penance of a saint I would do for her and only for her. Looking into her eyes was the biggest bold step I undertook and my heart dropped to the floor. Her face was pale like a clean sheet of paper. I guard her closer but cautious on my looks for anyone can make a note of it that, I was observing her. My awareness immediately rings a warning bell. She wasn't okay. There was some discomfort that was troubling her and I wanted to rip it away like a thorn from the flower. Her discomfort is my greatest weakness. I want her always happy. My eyes move down gradually from her eyes to her toes inconspicuous and I notice her legs shiver under the table. Contemplating on my conclusion as a medical practitioner I casually place a hand on her shoulder and realization hit me like a thunder. She was running a high temperature and the clothes she was putting on were doing little to protect her from this nail biting winter. Even the most foolish person in the world wouldn't come out with that thin cardigan but for her. I need to hurry before she passes out in the principal office my thoughtfulness intervened. Holding her hand in mine I give a quick but courteous goodbye to the principal and sprint out of the collage premises with her in my arms to reach my car as quickly as possible. She was gaping at me in puzzled looks as I carry her. I know the people around were observing us like we were doing a modelling for a poster of hot romantic love story but I did not care. Edith Rodriguez is the only girl in this world who can bring me to my knees and at the same time to get my hackles rise. 'Does any stupid come out with such a thin cardigan in this outstanding cool weather?" I ask her gritting my teeth as soon as we reach the car. She looks at me spell shocked for those were the first words that left out of my lips after almost a decade that I meet her. But I am like this, I am a monster when I am an angry and she has to deal with me like this as long as she stays with me. 'You are not my brother or my father. You are no one to scold me like that." She goes in an ire glaring daggers at me and I sneer. 'Sweet cakes for the next one year I am everything for you." I latch her small body to my chest getting her on my lap as soon as I sit in the car. 'I am hungry." She mumbles and nuzzles her head in the crook of my neck. I leer down at her. An unfathomable tranquillity settles in my heart and a long waited thirst quenches. 'James, stop the car anywhere near a takeaway." I tell my driver and close my eyes with my chin resting on her head. My Sweet cakes is my passion my love and also my weakness. Half an hour later we have a meat loaf and I check her temperature placing my hand on her neck as I did not have a thermometer with me. The car stops at the nearest pharmacy and I give her the medicine. Removing my coat, I place it around her and hug her back to my chest to give her the warmth that she required. 'Charles, I picked Edith from the collage. I am sorry I could reach there earlier because I had a series of heart surgeries to perform." I inform my friend and cut the call but with one question in my mind. Will I ever be able to heal my heart after she leaves? The car stops few feet away from my chopper.  I carry Edith to my private chopper and place her on the bed.  She flutters her eyes open and looks around like a lost puppy.  "You can continue to sleep now.  We will reach Newyork in a short time. I tell looking down at her in a simper. 'It is exactly twelve in the night and this time I am not the last one to wish you on your birthday." I tell her in a teasing whisper. "Happy Birthday Sweet cakes, I wish you to get all the happiness in the world. May your wishes come true and dreams fulfilled." One year, my Sweet cakes with me –my heart flutters in joy and at the same time laces with anxiety. Happiness for she is going to be with me 24/7 and anxiety on how I am to tame the male beast within me?