Secrets We Should Keep 32 Problem Of His Hair

I walked toward the closet and opened it....to many suits in different type of dark colors, is he mad?! Why all of his suits are dark?! I looked at s.h.i.+rts and blouses. After looking at all closes I pulled out one black s.h.i.+rt.

What did he really think about?! all of his clothes are the same just there mark and fabric are different. I shook my head in disappointed.

I touched the fabric of s.h.i.+rt its soft and it is little less formal by its appearance. I turned back and looked at him and said to him in disappointed "do you know the only clothes you have are black and in dark colors? And all of them are so f.u.c.king formal for home birthday party" I don't wait for his explanation and shook my head and said "try this s.h.i.+rt, it is less formal in appearance and it's fabric is more suited." I give the s.h.i.+rt to him and walked toward table to collect the breakfast. "where is your pants?!" I asked him while I was looking at him over my shoulder. He pointed closet drawer.

I opened one of them and close it immediately. Such devil man, you stupid jerk! I told him in my mind and opened another drawer, thanks G.o.d he has jeans too. I thought he just have those pants that fits with coat. How boring!

I grabbed one of black jeans and brought it out.

I closed it and stand to walk toward him by seeing he is fastening the last b.u.t.ton of s.h.i.+rt I throw the jeans on bed and tapped on his shoulder to turned back and look at me. "what?!" I narrowed my eyes and said "didn't you go to party or nightclubs when you were at Turkey?!" he shook his head and said

"I don't have time for having fun, now if there wasn't any pressure on me I avoid this, too."

"why pressure?! Isn't she your girlfriend? You should go by all of your will and be happy about it."

I said to him while raising my hand to open the last two b.u.t.ton. "there is nothing to be happy about...." he murmured to himself. So as I guessed before he might have some kind of mission for attacking that girl, but why?! I badly wanted to ask him but I can't. Who I am to asking these kind of dangerous questions?! Sure my life would be in more danger.

" are you alright?!" I looked at him by hearing his voice. "why do you become so pale all of sudden?!" I understand I was too deep in thinking that I forgot to take my hand from his s.h.i.+rts collar. "yeah, I'm fine.... let's wear those jeans and when you do it call me." I walked out of his room and closed the door behind myself.

I sit on floor and leaned to wall, what is he doing?! Is he kidnapper that hara.s.s girl so he could do his work easier?! No not possible if he is bad guy or criminal he didn't become worry for my health or didn't say 'my work is keeping people safe' in that conversation with unknown. What irritating situation? I can't solve all of this.

"miss, Rostami" he shouted my name. I stand and go inside to look at him. Why he look formal even in this kind of jeans. I sighed from exhaust and walked toward him and said "I think the problem is from your face and body that make you formal so let it be this way." i stopped and observed him again. "do you go to office today before going to birthday?!" he nodded with his head and stand in front of mirror to fix his hair. My head rings by idea he always put lot of gel on his hair to keep it back and neat... I snapped in the air and said "I got it"

He turned back and looked at me with confusion "what did you get?!" he asked while his hand where in his hair.

"don't fix your hair... Let it be like this" I said to him with smile. "what do you mean let it be like this, my hair is untidy and I'm going to office at first, it is not suitable for work place." he said and turned his back to me.

"come on men, it's just for one day. I'm sure even your girlfriend didn't see your hair without gel, its good way to attract her attention." I said with complain. He turned back in hurry and said with unsatisfied tone "can't you see if I don't put gel on my hair this will happen..." he ran his hand through his hair to keep it back but as soon as he take his hand his short hair fall on his forehead and become untidy. So cute, I thought with myself. I'm sure if he do this move in front of any other girl there heart will collapse in their chest. I tried to look away from his cute and attractive face.

"know can you understand why I put a lot of gel on my hair?!" he said angrily and little frustrated.

I smiled kindly and said "I should confess you look cute in this kind of hair..." I saw his eyes were shocked for minutes. Definitely he doesn't expect from me to say good thing about his appearance because I won't "but it make you like someone else and cute face doesn't fit your manner and your satanic behavior so.... The only thing you can do is at least putting gel on your hair less than usual. It is only thing that can solve your problem for now." he narrowed his eyes and said" satanic behavior?! What really make you to think like this?! " he started to fix his hair." in fact, you look like Satan from start, having devilish smile with those eyes full of mischievous and trick, and those smile and grin that saying you 'shut the f.u.c.k up or I rip your head' and of course don't forget that devilish laugh that rise all hairs of your body. all of them resemble a good view of Satan and his satanic behaviour. "he looked back at me that devilish smile and said" why not Hades?! " I pulled up my eyebrow and crossed my hand against my chest

" I don't know... maybe because I like Hades personality and of course I have little respect for him because I like Greek mythology. Anyway I don't find it suits for you. " I said.

He walked toward his table and grabbed his long overcoat with his bag and turned back to face me.

" your respond wasn't convincing.... Keep house clean maybe I bring her here for night.... and" I walked with him untill the exit door he turned back and asked me with wide grin "Don't you scared of me?!"

My face become poker from his question and I said "what do you really think you are that I scar from you?! I scared from G.o.d and no one else now take your leave, your will getting late." I turned back and headed to kitchen and heard the sound of door that being shut.