Antitrust (Completed)

Part 21: The Trial

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TWO WEEKS LATER 

The morning sun filtered through the roman shades and hit my eyes. I opened them reluctantly and realized I was sleeping on Jay’s bare shoulder. He looked so peaceful, his eyes lightly closed, his dark hair disheveled, taking deep breaths. Jay was certainly exhausted from last night’s ahem events. 

I stroked the side of his face and he stirred, one of his eyes slowly opening to look at me.  

“Good morning,” he whispered. 

I kissed him lightly and sat up. “Sleep a little more, it’s only nine-thirty.”  

His other eye had now opened and he looked at me intently as I ran my fingers through my hair.  

“Let’s do something other than sleeping.” 

“You need rest,” I said, getting up and pulling a white waffle-weave robe over my skimpy La Senza pajamas. I headed into the kitchen and started to make breakfast as Jay slowly shuffled into the kitchen and sat down on a barstool by the counter. 

“Can you please put on a shirt? It’s distracting,” I said, as I placed two slices of French baguette into the toaster. 

He smirked, clearly satisfied with himself. “Nope.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Alright, if that’s how you want to play it,” I retorted, pulling my robe over my shoulders and dropping it to the floor, revealing my scant nightclothes. Jay simply stared at my figure, his lips parted and his breathing noticeably fragmented. 

“Can we skip breakfast?” he asked innocently, his eyebrows raised. 

“HA no,” I said, smiling mockingly at him, to which he looked disappointed.  

“I need to ask you something,” he said, in a serious tone. 

“Sure.” 

“Did you actually have a fling with that Akash guy?” 

I paused and held my breath, facing the stove so I didn’t have to look at him. How was I going to get myself out of this one?  

I decided to be perfectly honest with him. Our relationship was going to go nowhere if we couldn’t be truthful with each other.  

“Yes.” 

“…For how long?” 

“We had an arrangement for about two weeks before he told me he had fallen for me.” 

“I see,” he said, contemplating my answer. "Was it any good?" 

"Jay!" I exclaimed. His expression became pained. "Fine, I'll answer. It was okay, not that great." 

"Why not?" he asked innocently, his face not imparting any other obvious emotion. 

"You're really pushing your luck aren't you? It wasn't that great because there was no real emotional connection there." 

"I see," he said, chewing on my words.  

I pulled out two ceramic plates from the cabinet and placed the eggs and toast on each plate neatly, and set one of the plates in front of Jay on the counter as he observed my actions. I grabbed olive oil spread from the fridge and started spreading it across the warm baguette slices, Jay still watching me.  

“Eat,” I said. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me anything?” 

“Ask you what?”