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CAMILLA ~•~ He was hallucinating, and he needed my help. "Mister Ivan?" I called out the first time, but I got no response. "Mister Ivan?!" By this time, I was already across the room, seated beside him on the arm of his couch. He threw his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. My heart pounded against my chest, my pulse raced, heartbeat picked up an insane pace. I was not going to screw this up again. I cupped the back of his head with my right palm and tapped his cheeks hard with my left. Desperation and urgency, all etched in my concerned gaze. "Ivan, I need you to stay with me. I need you to…" I tapped both sides of his face again. I was beggining to get very scared. I could not have been passing out on my account. I felt the skin of his neck, it was still warm, thank you Universe. I tapped his cheeks again, this time, harder than I had done before. "Ivan! Please!" The faces of everyone I had ever failed flashed through my mind in that instant. I could see my
CAMILLA ~•~ "Highway to hell!" "Highway to hell!" I turned to Freddie and chuckled, leaning against the window slide of his Toyota Camry. He had bis dark shades on, a blue and white floral patterned shirt and grey Nike shorts. The man was a sucker for all things Nike, and Vans too. California's breeze swept past my face. My hair would have flown with it like the girls in the movies do, but it was wrapped in a tight pony tail above my head. And Freddie, helped me do my edges. Yes. My best friend was weird. He was singing - no, pardon me - screaming along to the song blasting from his stereo. I twirled my beaded bracelet around my left wrist as I turned back to him. "Highway to hell!" "I'm pretty sure that's not what the song says." I cut in. He looked away from the road and locked eyes with me. "Bitch I know this lyrics like I know you." I watched with amusement as he stretched his right hand towards me, showing me his palm. "Like the back of the palm." I scoffed and looked a
CAMILLA~•~ Freddie banged his door shut, matched away from the car, stormed into the house and still banged that door shut again. I sat still in his car and watched him from my window. What was I supposed to say? What was I to do? And why the hell was he acting like my boyfriend? On the third thought, I pushed my door open and followed his pattern - leaving a series of doors shaking behind me. He paced about in his living room, hands stroking the beard on his chin. When I stepped in, he took one long and silent glance at me. My nerves caused me to tuck my hands into the pocket of my wet shorts. "You seriously cannot be considering that offer." Here we go again. I rolled my eyes and looked around the room, before landing my eyes on him."Well, I am." "Why? Why for fucks sake?!" "Because I need the job!" I yelled back. He pulled back by a few feet, stepping away from me. A bitter laugh escaped his throat and my eyes narrowed on him. "You just said this afternoon, that you offere
IVAN ~•~ Antonio informed me of Camilla's arrival as I stepped into the house. I stood at the edge of the glass door and picked my face towel from my right shoulder. "How does your leg feel today, sir?" He asked, his tone laced with concern. I did not smile, I barely ever did. To be honest, the sole of my feet were sore. The injury was from one of my numerous "tantrums". I had gotten into my depressing mood and shattered pictures of my wife and child on the floor. I stepped on the pieces of broken glass and the skin beneath feet tore open. It was impossible for me to walk without having them bleed out. So, I had been strapped to a wheelchair for over a week. I was tired of that. The injury had began to heal, but the pain still remained as I walked. When Antonio saw that I did not answer his question, he continued, while we walked up the stairs. "The board called today, sir. They need you to make an appearance in the next meeting, by next week Monday." I paused on my tracks. I t
CAMILLA~•~ After Antonio's rather subtle warning to stay away from his boss, I retired to my room. There, I sat on my bed and drafted some questions for mister Ivan's next therapy session. Antonio might have freaked me out, but he had gotten one thing right; I needed to remember why I was here and stick to it, strongly. I was served lunch in my room, roasted turkey drenched in Mac and cheese. My dinner of chicken breast and orange juice was served in my room as well. I didn't even have to stand up! Now, this, ladies and gentlemen, was the life. My best part of this house so far, is that it was sound proof, hence, when I started blasting my Spotify sleep playlist from my small MP3 player, no one else could hear me. Falling asleep was never an issue, except I had something that bothered me. That night, it was Freddie's refusal to pick my call, or answer any of my text messages. He even refused to play iMessage games! Freddie never said no to iMessage games. In all this, I tried to r
IVAN~•~ She stomped out of the kitchen behind me. I could hear the sound of her ragged breathing, but I dared not turn to her. Not that I "dared" not, but there was nothing for me to say. I led her to my study and relaxed into the couch, the same one I had sat in during our second meeting. I could tell she was fuming within her, but tried her best to keep her head cool and her temper in check. I could almost imagine it - a therapist losing her temper in the presence of a client - now, that would have been epic to watch."I have a feeling I would be the one doing the therapy today." I said out loud, and she turned to me. I did not know how what I had said sounded funny, but it caused her eyes to brighten with a warm smile spread across her cheeks. I looked over her. Her green shirt clung to the curves of her body, and her top was loose, above it. On her feet were a pair of…well, they looked like sandals, but not very attractive ones. No wonder Ian thought she was a cook. "It's
IVAN~•~ "Bring the car around." "Yes sir." The line went dead. I stood in front of my mirror and adjusted the collar of my red tuxedo and my red inner shirt. I could not remember the last time I was forced to step foot outside the comfort of my walls, but today's meeting was necessary. I had barely gotten any sleep last night. Ian's arrival and Antonio's message bothered me more than I cared to admit. After calling nine out of ten other members of my board, I knew there was only one person I could reply on.One person who would never say no to me. I headed straight towards my black Tesla and settled into the backseat. The drive to her house would have taken less than an hour, but I had to stop at the flower shop. The way to her heart was a bouquet of roses. So, I made sure to get that for her, and a box of chocolates to spice it. For the sole reason that she was going to break the oath of the board for my sake, she deserved it. My valet parked the car in front of her mansion.
AUTHOR ~•~ Ian watched as his brother stepped out of the kitchen, the beautiful woman followed him behind. He watched closely as her hips swayed while she walked. He had mistaken the girl to be a cook, only to find out she was his brother's…well, fling. Antonio stared at the young man in front of him with an arched brow. When Mister Ivan and the strange female doctor were both out of sight, Antonio cleared his throat. Ian jerked up and turned to the elderly man. He looked Antonio over, before he spoke. "Why didn't you tell me there was a fine ass woman in this house? I would have known how to approach her." Ian feigned his frown, but the glare Antonio threw at him was real. The elderly butler sighed and moved past Ian. He walked towards the kitchen counter and picked up the glass the doctor had used. He refilled the bottle of water from the dispenser and tucked it into the fridge, before he turned around to land his eyes on Ian again. "I didn't know Ivan's personal life was par