Once, my paranoid love

Paul said nothing, since her every word irritated him.

“Baby,” Anna said to Paul.

“Okay, I understand. But I have to leave right now,” Paul stated.

“Now?” Anne asked.

“I have urgent work to do,” Paul said as he walked away, not waiting for her to respond.

Anne kept looking at her son’s path and thought, ‘I know where you’re going, Paul. It’s time for me to take action, or else it will be late.’

**

[Ron’s residence]

Eva entered the restroom after I left. I was dressed in a short white dress. But suddenly someone knocked on the door as I was wiping my hair. As I turned back, I noticed Ron standing there.

“Ron, d-do you need anything?” I stammered because I was startled. At that hour, I wasn’t expecting to see him. Ron smiled and moved near me. He moved up close to my face and murmured softly, “Elena, this is my house. I need nothing, and I can take everything I want from wherever. I’ve come to see you.”

My face became small as I heard him. He was right; it was his house, but for an unknown reason, I did not like Ron’s vibe when he was around me. He gave me a weird look, which I noticed sometimes. Sometimes I felt uncomfortable when our gestures met.

‘I don’t know how Eva can be sure that Ron likes her,’ I thought as I stepped a little back.

Ron abruptly touched my hair. I quickly stepped backward and shifted my gaze toward him. It shocked me to see his actions. ‘What is he up to? Is he completely insane?’

“What are you doing?” I spoke out.

“Would you like to dry your hair?” Ron asked abruptly.

I widened my eyes as I heard. I could not understand why Ron said something like that.

“What?” I asked in a puzzled tone.

“I told you to dry your hair or you’d catch a cold,” Ron remarked.

“Oh yeah, I’ll do it,” I said.

Ron said, “Come with me.”

“Where?” I said, looking at the washroom door.

Ron didn’t answer my question; instead, he grabbed my hand in his and led me to his room.

He took me to his room. His room was dimly lit and a touch cold. He forced me to sit on the stool and said, “Sit here.”

“It’s OK, Ron,” I responded hastily.

But, despite my objections, he took out the hair dryer and began drying my hair.

“Ron, I-I can,” I mumbled.

“Shut up and let me help you,” Ron chided me abruptly.

“But-” I attempted to explain, but Ron interrupted me.

“I told you to keep your mouth shut,” Ron said.

**

Ron looked in the mirror while he was drying my hair. Elena was relaxing with her eyes closed. Ron gave her a sly grin and began rubbing her scalp. He smelled her hair as he leaned against her. Her scent was pleasant, her hair was soft, and her smell was enticing and irrepressible.

Ron softly placed his hand on her shoulder and began massaging her shoulders and neck.

Elena’s beautiful moans compelled Ron to do more and more. “Is that good, Elena?” Ron murmured in her ear.

Elena’s POV.

Because of his massage, I closed my eyes. Someone had been massaging my head for so long. My mother did that while she was alive, and Paul did it frequently as well. But it was so long ago. I suddenly heard Ron’s whispers and felt like he was leaning very close to me.

I stood up and said, “I’m sorry I was-” as I touched my forehead.

‘What am I doing, oh my God?’ I thought as I moved my gaze from him. Damn it! I did not mean to do it.NôvelDrama.Org content.

“Hey, relax. I understand you’re exhausted. So I thought of giving you a massage,” Ron suddenly said.

“No, no, it’s all right,” I said immediately as I was about to leave his room.

Ron abruptly changed the topic and said, “Let’s go grab some food.”

I was perplexed, and then I turned back to glance at him. I spotted Ron’s smiley face; it seemed nothing had happened. Then why did I get a different sensation?

Eva suddenly called out my name, “Elena.” I looked at the stairs and spotted her approaching us. I lowered my head and walked out of the room. “Elena,” she called out my name once again, but I did not feel like responding.

“Is everything okay, Ron?” Eva asked as she came close to Ron with a perplexed face.

With a smile, Ron said, “Yeah, we’re perfect, Eva.”

**

I was waiting for them to come downstairs. Eva appeared after a while. “Eva,” I said, just in case she misunderstood us.

“What were you doing upstairs?” she asked, frowning.

I was ready to say anything, but Ron appeared and stated, “It’s a secret, Eva. Later, I’ll tell you. Come on in and have a bite to eat.”

‘What exactly were they up to? Elena was visibly taken aback. Did something happen between them?’ Eva thought while biting the food.

We ate our meal in the dining hall, but no one made any kind of sound; it seemed so awkward. I was sure Eva had misunderstood something. After finishing the meal, Eva expressed her gratitude to Ron. But I said nothing to him.

Ron answered, “It’s my pleasure, my lady.”

[The other side of the story]

Paul knocked on Ron’s door, then started ringing the doorbell. After a bit, a maid opened the door, but Paul ignored her and went inside.

That girl remarked, “Wait, sir, Ron sir, isn’t home.” That maid knew Paul because he came to Ron’s house often.

“Where is he?” Paul asked. ‘I’m sure Elena is with him,’ Paul thought, as he was about to go upstairs.

“Wait, sir.” That maid stopped him. “I’m not sure why he hasn’t returned home yet. Maybe he’s in the studio,” she answered.

“Studio?” Paul asked.

‘So, where is Elena now? She stated she would go out with Ron. Did she deceive me one more time?’ Paul thought as he looked around.

Paul snarled at her, “Which one is it? Tell me fast.”

“Sir, I don’t know,” the maid said.

“You know everything,” Paul said as he grasped her neck suddenly.

A minute later, another maid rushed in and shouted, “What exactly are you up to? Leave her alone. We do not know where he is.”

“Shut up and call him right now,” he said angrily to her.

“This boy is just insane.” A maid mumbled as she spotted two maids being beaten up by Paul. “I have to summon guards.” One of them bolted outside to call the guards.

“Call your sir, or I’ll break your neck,” Paul said, tightening his hold.

“Yes, sir,” she said, terrified.

Another one appeared and pointed to him, saying, “Guard, that boy tried to kill us.”

Guards approached Paul and seized his arm. Paul yelled at them, “How dare you hold me like this!” They grabbed him and threw him out of the house.

“Assholes, there’s no way I’m leaving. I’m going to spend the night here. Ask as to the whereabouts of your sir.”

“Otherwise, I’m going to wreck everything,” Paul shouted. He threw a flower container at a window. “Ron, I’m going to wreck everything today.” Paul murmured as he started destroying the windows.