Nobody Loved Me Like You Do

💋CHAPTER 31💋

The following morning, I jerk awake due to the bright sun rays hitting my face. I cover my face with the back of my hand as I sit up. When I look to my right, I discern a bare chested Callan sleeping peacefully next to me all tangled up in my pink coverlet.

Wow, he stayed.

My slight movements awake him. He slowly opens his eyes before he sits up.

"Morning," he greets as he gets off the bed to put on his clothes.

My feet dangle off the bed as a memory of last night's occurrence flashes in my mind. Too embarrassed of the way I moaned last night, I avoid his gaze.

"You should stay for breakfast. The bathroom is at the end of the hallway," I say as I get up.

I hand him my pink towel and leave the room.

Once I get into the kitchen, I ransack through the cabinets freaking out about what I should prepare for him. I have to think. what would a wealthy man like Callan eat for breakfast? Oats? Avocado sandwich? I settle for the egg and avocado sandwich.

After Callan is done with freshening up, he joins me down stairs as I'm busy fixing us up a meal in the open plan kitchen.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" He ask's.

"No no. I'm almost done. Also you're a guest, please take a seat". I gesture to the couch ahead.

After being done, I serve him the food and coffee.

"Thank you," he gives gratitude.

"I know this isn't what you normally eat," I say.

"No no. It's fine," he says as he bites onto the sandwich.

"So... You just live alone?" Callan ask's breaking the awkward silence.

I nod deeply.

"It can get lonely at times but Giselle keeps me sane," I enlighten.

Honestly I love my alone time, especially when I sit by my study and gaze at the starlit sky through my window. Sometimes I look forward to the next day just so I can get out of this 1 bedroom apartment and go to work to be surrounded by people.

"Your parents?" He ask's.

"Huh?" I respond.

"Your parents, where are they?" He ask's.

"Oh. They're in Kansas. I wanted to make enough money for college so I moved to California 3 years ago thinking I would have a better life here.." I trail off.

But of course, things weren't any better here. I couldn't get any job 'cause I wasn't experienced. I almost gave up and went back to Kansas but Charvelle's dry cleaner came to sight and so I decided to give it one more shot.

The rachet woman was nice enough to employ me but the pay wasn't good. I had to accept. What could I have done? Go back to Kansas and have everyone witness my failure? My parents were against me coming to California but I had full pride and promised them that I would make it.

I was able to rent this apartment and remained with close to nothing after paying all my bills. When I realized I wouldn't be able to save up enough money for college, I decided to apply for a scholarship. I still have my fingers crossed that they should accept it.

Even though the pay was low, working at the dry cleaner was the best decision I had made 'cause that's where I met Giselle. She was an employee there and she was really helpful. We worked alongside each other for the past 3 years and eventually, we became friends. Life didn't have meaning but with the Blondie by my side, it became bearable.

We would spend Friday nights out at the club getting wasted. Giselle was 20 and I was 19 at the time so we had fake ID cards and was able to make our way into the clubs. I remember the time when we called in sick so we could have a road trip to L.A. We paced through the city like we owned it with her sugar daddy's money, of course. Charvelle wasn't pleased because she knew we lied hence why she made us work extra to fill in for that day.

Changing the topic, Callan ask's "How do you get to work everyday?"

"I used to use the rusty car in my garage," I respond.

Cut to: The garage door rolls up revealing the tattered vintage car. This was given to me by Charles who also once worked at the dry cleaner alongside me and Giselle before he left for Italy to advance to a new career. He didn't want to sell the car so he handed it over to me.

"I usually use this when I have gas money... When I don't I use the subway," I enlighten.

"How is this able to move? It looks worn down," Callan comments as he palms it.

"Yea. It breaks down most of the time. Takes a lot of money to fix it. Currently, it's not in use cause it still needs a lot of work done," I respond.

Callan was nice enough to call someone and have it fixed.