Page 4 of Valentine's Miracle

I occupied my mind with people who are more self-absorbed than a narcissist, they provide entertainment for the nagging feeling the back of my head.

Although the event is still going on in full swing, I figure that it’s time for me to go home and sleep off the pain in my feet. These killer heels aren’t a joke.

The feeling is still there when I go near the exit, but it’s much hotter at the back of my skull. I risk a glance behind me, and I thought I caught a glimpse of green eyes.

That would be impossible; Silas had gone with Sebastian. It’s his job to be the other bodyguard for the client, but that didn’t stop my heart from giving a hopeful jerk before disappointment punches me in the guts.

I shake away the feeling, but it persists until I’m in the car. The feeling fades away little by little with the barrier of the car, and it’s gone when the car drives away.

Chapter Two

Silas

Sometimes I hate my best friend, and this is the time that I wish a demon bites that cheeky grin off his face.

“I don’t know why you’re so against it.”

The nerve of this guy.

“The answer is still the same.” I turn away from him as I fix my bottle of water.

The company is not overflowing with workers; there are only a handful of people who are professionally trained to become security guards because rich folks pay top dollar for the best.

Other employees are located on the floors below us where they ensure that the company runs smoothly. The top floor is where the owner of this company works. He’s an older man, much older than all the bodyguards that work here.

His story has been posted on every news article when it started to gain media attention because of his work. His family had died due to being famous and rich, and he wishes to prevent any tragedies to those who are vulnerable.

As long as they pay the price. He says that he never wishes kidnappings on anyone, but he still wants to get paid, and so do everyone else.

Sebastian and I have been lucky to be chosen by him to join his team, but we’re not the youngest ones. There is a twenty-year-old boy who has been recruited just a year ago.

Something about his criminal background stands out, and I think it has to do with the ability to calculate an escape route when he’s experiencing the adrenaline rush of being chased by the police.

“This is Tori we’re talking about. You can’t avoid her forever.”

That name brings a snarl on my lips as I shoot him a glare. Unbothered by the heated gaze, Sebastian rolls his eyes distastefully and scoffs loudly.

He knows that Victoria Valentina and I haven’t been on speaking terms for the last seven years, and it’s all her fault. She’s the one that made us like this; she’s the one that turned our friendship into a mangled mess.

Sebastian doesn’t know the reason, and Victoria doesn’t care about the reason, but I remember every shitty moment of that day.

“I can,” I snap back. I have been doing it for the last seven years, and I’ll continue to do it.

If Sebastian wasn’t friends with her, I wouldn’t have to hear her name ever again. It’s because they are friends that I’m forced to endure the torture of knowing what is going on in her life. I know more about her than I would like, and I have that meddling Sebastian to thank for it.

She’s a renowned mathematician now. After her true calling in a prestigious college, she had been climbing up the social ladder at a remarkable speed that leaves everyone behind.

A bitterness coats my tongue. I pinch my tongue between my canines to bring me back to the grinning face of my friend.

He’s been demoted to asshole.

With fame come crazies. After solving a mysterious puzzle shrouded in numbers that baffled professors at Ivey League schools and professional puzzle solvers, Victoria had garnered more fame than necessary.

She’s bringing threats to herself and on her own volition. It’s her fault. Her troubles shouldn’t extend to others, but because she’s a dumbass like Sebastian, I have to clean up the mess.

“You can’t trick little old Detective Sebastian.” He waves his finger in front of me as chews with his mouth open.

Meat sauce drops on his plate while he disgustingly licks his lips. I reevaluate why I’m friends with this ill-mannered man, but then I remember that he’s the first one to approach me when I put my ‘resting bitch face’ as he calls it.

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