A short walk away from where my car broke down, we mosey into the stranger 's exquisite apartment. We left our autos and shuffled over here. Surprised? Well, it's not like I wanted to spend the night on that dreadful street, and I he left me with no choice but to come with him. So here I am, albeit a little fearful.He delicately places my satchels on the plush grey carpet as I ricochet my eyes for a quick tour around this exquisitely furnished sitting room, savoring the serene atmosphere. It's amusingly amazing. I'll be honest—I couldn't have anticipated this much of him. I underrated him. I blame the streetlights, though. They didn't do him enough honor in portraying a clear vision of him.A stunning mansion with luxurious modern amenities. I am awestruck by its grandeur. From the gleaming marble complex that I struggled to capture well in the dark, to this astounding sitting room that is wonderfully adorned. I wouldn't have imagined that a man would have this much taste but he has
I change into a short and a t-shirt after the invigorating shower I was scheduled to have last night. I unintentionally fell asleep while reflecting on the tragic anecdote of my life. I didn't eat dinner, and I didn't leave this room all day. Given the circumstances, I'm not sure how I managed to stay cooked up in a room for the first time in years. I also slept like a baby, which I believe was much needed. I don't know why the stranger bothered not to wake me up, and I am also not sure if I should thank him for that or not. I'm still not sure how I got so snug under the warm duvet. Unless... I don't know.I stomp my feet outside the room. The elongated rest and shower were quite therapeutic to me. As I make my way down the lengthy, sparkling stairwell, I feel so much better and more energised—apart from my terribly empty stomach. "Good evening"I turn toward that gruff voice at a spot I don't recall seeing last night. A bar? I walk up to him, and here seateth the Greek God drowning
I emerge from the kitchen holding a tray of pancakes - the only food besides eggs that I know how to cook, along with tea and sliced fruit. I cast a quick glance at the stranger who is still sleeping like a baby on the couch. He ought to be happy that I refrained from acting on the insane impulse to leave his house last night after dropping his inebriated ass on the floor. I changed my decision solely for the reason that if only it wasn't for him, I would have spent my first night in this city on the chilly, unsettling street. Just that.Despite my best attempts, I was unable to move his heavy ass up to his room. Not even a muscle of it. I had to softly lie him on the couch and retrieve a duvet from his room. That was the least I could do. Additionally, he ought to be aware that last night was my worst night ever as well. I was unable to get any sleep due to my frequent awakenings to check on him. Not even forty winks. The night was one hell of a torture for me and I am so furious at
"Is this thing even good for your health?" I ask Damian with concern.Fortunately for him, he apparently got a call from work after posing the facetious query in the morning. He was fortunate that the call saved him from incurring my wrath because I find it indecipherable how he could think of such an absurd mind-boggling idea. Who thinks like that? I really hope he won't bring it up once more. I am beginning my excursion through the city tomorrow with or without his damn services, and I am in a terrific mood tonight so I don't want anything to spoil this for me. If that is the price, as early as now I will have him know that I don't need his fucking services.He promised that he'd bring dinner when he got home from work because, well as customary, I couldn't cook, and he did. Sincerably, it's embarrassing, but what can I do? Sigh! He only just excused himself to have a quick shower while I set the table, and now he is just sauntering over with a drink. He truly is unbelievable!"You
"Behind the walls of alcoholism and cynicism, I discern a troubled soul. The raging fire in your eyes appears to hold a faint whiff of melancholy. There is something so deep hidden in these deep pools." I sputter, my eyes glued to his by a powerful spark which I am trying so hard to break from.A minute passes, his eyes threatening to burn me, and mine pleading otherwise, and it's now that I know I have to act before I find myself dancing in this fire. I want to say a lot about the expression in his icy eyes, they are hiding quite a lot, but the fire in them simply won't let me. Him becoming so lost in mine is not helping at all. He undoubtedly is feeling my twitching hands in his, or the wetness because I am sweating due to this heat.I release his grip while breaking our eye contact. I'm proud of myself for keeping my gaze on him for so long though. It's quite difficult. I mentally tap myself on the shoulder for that."Am I right or wrong?" To break the tedium, I speak once more aft
I pull myself up from the comfortable bed and drag my lazy ass to sit up. I have a blinding pounding headache and I feel so tired and wasted. It's like I puked all my lungs out leaving my belly empty. My wristwatch reads a quarter past ten. I am not even surprised that I slept this much. The shame of the mess I made last night in this house must have kept me in bed until this late. That was quite a huge mess. I wish there was a way I could evade catching a glimpse of Damian, but the only way for that is for me to latch myself in this room forever which I can't. Not when my stomach is growling like this. I need to grab something to eat and some painkillers for this damn headache. "Crap!"I curse as I tap my feet on the ground, my hands aiding my head. I feel like it weighs ten kilos. My goodness! Is this what they call a hangover? Is this what people experience after taking that fucking shit? If there was a time that I loathed that bitter liquid, it is undoubtedly this minute. I and
I am done washing the dishes we used for that mouthwatering omelette we had for breakfast. I turn to stroll out, but I almost collide with him walking in yet again.I step back.He has been overly quiet throughout the breakfast and I didn't meddle. I am beginning to think that he lied when he said he wasn't angry. It seems like he just wanted to massage my worry. Or just so I could leave his presence. That hurts, honestly."Do you feel any better now?" He says, standing a distance from me."Yes. The headache is gone." I mumble, shame and guilt plastered on my face."Are you sure?""Yes." I state."Alright. Go get changed."Ahem! Ahem!I take a good once over my look. There is nothing wrong with my clothes. Well, I understand my shorts are too short but duh, he still is shirtless and I am not complaining despite the trouble his orbs are making my eyes go through. I am not exposing anything."Why?" I implore."Because I say so."I stare at him for minutes, trying to understand his expre
We are standing on the white sand on the beautiful shores of the great Indian Ocean about two hours since we struck that deal back in the house. He didn't just agree to my deal, he also promised that he will not touch alcohol for that one week. Impossible, right? I can't wait to smirk at his handsome drunk face when he fails which won't be long, by the way. I am sure. He can't survive a day without that shit. Anyways, I toss the details of our deal aside and take my eyes to the beautiful waters of the sea. It feels so calm and tranquil here. The sound of the waves is so fascinating. It's peaceful here, just like how I wish my life can be. Instead of resulting to taking that garbage called alcohol last night, I should have just driven here and listened to it. I don't know if it is safe to come here at night though. But this, this is exactly what I needed. It's bliss. It's refreshing. I have never experienced this beauty of mind and soul in my entire life. If only I can live here, if