MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

It's been one month and a half since the last time he met Tarek. In spite of he didn't forget him, he didn't dare to call him. He remembered his stunning eyes when he woke up that noon. The taste of his mouth crashing confused over his. He didn't want to let him escape. He had the intuition that he was the only one for him, just for him. So one of the many times he returned London he didn't hesitate to call him.

- Guess who called -he started off.

At the other end there was silence.

- It's me, Enzo.

- What's up?

- What's up? Aren't you happy to hear me?

- Yes.

- Oh, darling. You could be more eloquent.

- I didn't expect hearing about you.

- Why? Didn't I make clear I liked you? Listen, I'm throwing a dinner party at home. You are invited.

- I can't. Right now I'm cooking my own dinner.

- Well leave it all. Tonight you are having dinner at Efseryan's home. I'm sending you my location by phone.

- There's no need. I remember it perfectly.

- Really?

- Yes.

- Then you must really like me.

- What time should I come?

- Right now. I want you here instantly. Come flying.

Enzo wasn't ready to Tarek's vision at his door with a bouquet of yellow freesias for him.

- Oh, I'm dying of love -he wrapped around his neck with his arms giving him a properly french kiss which took him by surprise-. You are adorable, did you know that? It's my favourite flower.

- I just had it clear that you loved flowers.

- You've been searching me by Google.

- A little bit.

- Come in, love. I'm introducing you some faces you might know already.

Luckily the shy Tarek met again Duncan who he knew previously. He really liked Taron and of course Enzo's two cats which rubbed against his legs. Even Lizzie was happy in his arms.

- Why did they like you so much? It's normal they like me, they chose me as their owner. But you, what did they see in you?

- They might see the same their owner saw in me.

- Me? I've seen nothing in you. I just remembered suddenly your peculiar eyes and I wanted to see them again.

- Is that all?

- And the taste of your mouth in mine.

- Oh, I see.

- Won't you remember me?

- Yes, a little bit.

- A little bit? Is everything a little bit with you? I hope not always be this way, darling -he said, touching him down there and Tarek shrunk, took by surprise again.

The table was splendidly arranged. His linen tablecloth so beautiful, the well chosen dinner service and the cutlery accurately placed. Enzo with one of his outbursts, replaced his two amazing hydrangeas centerpieces with the freesias which Tarek gave him.

- Now the table looks really good -he winked at him and Tarek flushed, and wondered why.

At the exquisitely dinner cooked by Taron, Tarek was sitting by Enzo as he wished. He felt somewhat awkward with those people around. All Enzo's friends competed to attract his attention and that made Tarek very nervous. He looked at Enzo at his right hand and couldn't understand how he could stand that bunch of hysteric gossips. Most of them were gays and some of them quite irritant with their screams and fuss. One of his friends, Will, who was sitting just in front of him, was questioning him all the dinner through. He didn't like the way he looked at everyone and everything, he looked like the owner of that apartment. He wanted to know everything about him but Tarek only told him what he wanted to.