Expect The Unexpected

Chapter 28

                                                                                        Vicky’s POV

I woke up with a throbbing headache; it felt like someone was continuously dribbling a tiny ping pong ball inside my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my fingers into my temples. When suddenly they flew open when I realised that something wasn’t right, I looked around, the surroundings did not seem familiar. I slowly sat up on the really surprisingly soft bed and began taking in the room that I was in.  The bedding sheets were black and white, a really fascination colour combination that went well with the rest of the room. The walls were pearl white, the bedside tables that were on either side of the bed where black wood. A white night lamp stood on each of the tables. There was a white and what seemed like a very soft and fluffy carpet covering the entire floor of the room.
Everything looked so neat and tidy, everything had its place, and nothing seemed out of place. It was all just so perfect. Where was I? Did I really get so drunk last night? I couldn’t remember a thing, there were voices and laughing and a lot of bottles. I searched the inside of my brain trying to remember how I got to this amazing place.
Michael’s birthday party, I remembered I was at his party and then somewhere during it I completely lost my memory.
There was a knock on the door; I felt my blood go cold. Shit, I hoped that it wasn’t some total freak that I spent the night with. 
The door opened and James popped his head in.
in surprise my eyes widened and my jaw slightly dropped. Was this his place?
‘’You’re awake, I thought you’d never get up’’ He laughed and walked inside the room. I tilled my head to the side trying to remember if I had actually slept with him. Part of wished that I hadn’t because that wasn’t the way I wanted to have him, drunk and not remembering anything. The other part really did want it to be true.
‘’Oh, right, you probably don’t remember much’’ James laughed and walked deeper into the room, now standing right at the foot of the bed.
‘’Yeah…’’ I laughed nervously, preparing myself to hear the worst of it.
‘’In short, you got drunk; I got you home but couldn’t get inside your apartment so I brought you to mine. No, we did not sleep together’’ He laughed and ran a hand through his hair, oh damn, why did he have to look so adorable when he did that?

 ‘’I slept on the sofa in the living room and I let you sleep in my bed. I didn’t… you know, undress you or anything’’ He cleared his throat and I could see his face changing colour.

 ‘’Took your shoes off though, and that’s that.’’ He finished and exhaled.

‘’Thanks’’ I said, feeling stupid afterwards, thanks? Really, was that all you could say?

‘’Anyway, I made breakfast, if you want, or you can go back to yours, or you know, feel free…’’ He said trailing off, while I had an argument with myself about being unable to say more words.

‘’Thank you, James, means a lot, but I think I’ll go back to my place and shower and stuff’’ I said and immediately felt like punching myself in the face numerous times. I could have said yes, or I’ll stay for breakfast, gosh this whole feeling thing didn’t really work the way I wanted it to work.

‘’Right…’’ James replied and I could see disappointment in his face.
‘’I could stay for breakfast’’ I quickly added, now completely satisfied with my answer. He broke into a grin and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
‘’Great, I’ll be in the kitchen’ He said and left the room.
I fell back onto the extremely soft pillows and broke into a huge grin. If only I could somehow tell him about my deep growing feelings for him.
I stepped out of the bed, still wearing the same clothing I was wearing last night. My  feet landed on the incredibly soft carpet, it was like stepping onto a cloud. I let my head fall backwards and I let out a small pleasurable sound. Damn, maybe it was because I hadn’t had any proper sexual contact with anyone, but the softness of the carpet and the way it felt against my bare feet sent a weird sensation through my body.
Maybe it was because James had walked on this same carpet, and even slept in this bed. I wondered if he slept naked.
I quickly stood up and made my thoughts stop there; I couldn’t start having random fantasies about him in his own room, on his bed.
I took my time walking to the door, slowly brushing my feet through the soft carpet.
When I opened the door, the smell of freshly baked bread entered my nostrils. He was an amazing cook; during the week that James stayed in my apartment he cooked pretty much every day and every meal. As I couldn’t even make toast without burning it and getting the fire alarm to go off. His food was magnificent, I didn’t really know what he did for a living, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a chef. Then again, I never had a proper conversation before, and I really wanted to sit down and talk to him about everything.

‘’Hey, how are you feeling?’’ He asked when I walked into his kitchen. It was amazing, everything was pearl white, he had a clean white worktop and everything just glittered.
‘’Great’’ I replied, somewhat out of breath.
‘’You sure? You seem kind of out of it’’ James laughed and then bent down to take out the bread from the oven. Obviously I checked him out.

’Oh, headache, but… no, I’m…’’ I cleared my throat and at that moment he stood back up and put a tray of white bread on the counter and turned to face me. Our eyes met and I felt my heart turn to jelly. These feelings were going to break me into tiny little pieces and nobody will be able to put them back together again, except for James.

‘’By the way’’ He turned around after a while and began to work away with his bread. ‘’Your phones been ringing for pretty much the whole morning’’

‘’Where’’ I began but he cut me off.

‘’It’s there in the living room on the sofa’’ He said and turned around and pointed his finger behind me. I turned around and realised his kitchen and living room were one big room. There was a small step down and then a huge red sofa, small glass table and a massive flat screen TV.
I walked inside the living room and looked around, partly looking for my phone.
‘’Amazing place you have…’’ I said looking around.

‘’Well, you know… it is now.’’ He said and there was something in his voice that sent a shiver down my spine. I turned around but he already had his back turned to me.
I walked around the sofa and found my phone. I picked it up and unlocked it. My eyebrows rose as I saw that I had about ten missed calls from…Aaron.
What the hell did he want? I felt my legs go stiff and I couldn’t move.
‘’Is something wrong?’’ James asked and I looked up. My heart was beating fast, like someone was jackhammering the inside of my chest.
‘’Yeah, it’s good, just… my mum’’ I replied, surprised by my own answer, I hadn’t seen my mother in over 5 years, or even had any contact with her.
‘’Is she all right?’’ He asked and I only nodded.
All of a sudden my phone began to ring again, the same called ID. I began to have a fight inside my head weather or not to pick up the phone.
I looked up and James was looking at me, well, seemed like my question was answered.
‘’Hello?’’ I said putting the phone to my ear.
’Hey Vicky…’’ Aaron’s voice filled my ear.
‘’I’ll take this outside’’ I mouthed to James who was watching my face with concern. He only nodded and continued preparing breakfast.