Brandi walked inside the mansion. She could see the lights in the kitchen flicking on and off so she went there to have a look.
When she entered the kitchen, she saw Alvaro sitting on the corner and flicking the lights on and off.
As soon as he saw Brandi, he walked straight up to her and hugged her. He squeezed her so tight against his body she was thankful she took a shower at Luke's place before coming."Where the hell have you been? I called you so many fucking times, I even called your friend Chloe but she said she had no idea. Do you know how worried I was?" He said as he held her face in his hands.
"Why do you care huh? And that's not what I remembered you saying when I left" she challenged in anger. He cannot reject her once and cry about not knowing where she is.
"Harley that's a different thing. I didn't stop you because I didn't want you" he took her hand and placed it on his fast beating heart "only god knows how much I want you but I thought you were drunk! I didn't want us to do it without you feeling like it" he said as he shook her holding her shoulders.
"You what?!" She exclaimed, suddenly shocked by what she heard.
"I didn't want you to just make out with me because of the alcohol influence. I want it to mean something to you."
"But why do you care?" She shouted.
"Because it will mean a lot to me!" He tan his fingers through his hair.
"Harley you don't know a lot of things about me. But trust me when I say I want to be as special for you, as you are for me" he said. Brandi was suddenly not angry, instead she felt flustered by his confession. Can it mean he liked her?
"I am special for you?" She asked. Alvaro nodded without being able to form any words.
He pulled her into a tight hug and clenched her closer to his body.
"You are Harley. More than you can ever understand. And definitely more than what I could ever explain"They fell silent as they listened to the silence that played.
"You are special to me Alvaro." She confessed as she pulled away. "You are special to me in a weird new way. You make me happy, excited, nervous and sometimes rejected and stupid" she said looking into his eyes.
"I do too Harley. I do too feel the same things as you do"
"I think we should take it slow, we should take out time to understand each other" she confesses.
He nods "I guess you're right" they keep standing there looking into each other's eyes, trying to understand this mess they have made.
"Let's go to sleep shall we?" He asks her, just then her stomach growls and she looks down in embarrassment.
"I think we should get you something to eat" he says and she nods.
He makes her sit on the stool and turns around to take out the takeout he had bought earlier.
"For someone who hasn't had anything to eat the whole day, you surely have enough energy to fight" he taunts her with a joking glare.
"You do too. I wasn't the one fighting alone" she rolls her eyes.
"Talk about yourself. I already had dinner" he smirks but then laughs as she throws an apple at his head which she ducks. "Hey" he exclaims.
"I was hungry, left this place crying and you were here having your precious takeout" she glares at him.
He puts up his hands in defence "I was hungry okay. And I thought that you will eat something that you're going out" he rolls his eyes. "Who would have thought you'll came back starving.
"You idiot" she laughs.
"Here, try this" he places the takeout served in a plate and bowl infront of her and she smiles. "Chicken tikka? Good choice" she smiles as she starts eating it with the rice.
"I know" he smirks as he runs his eyes over her. She laughs at his playful side and continues eating. When she's done, he takes the plates from her and places them in the sink.
"Now that we've fed the panda, let's take him to sleep shall we?" He picks her up as she chuckles.
Her heart fills up with warmth as he gently places her on his bed and kisses her forehead."I thought you were taking me to my room" he laughs.
He gets inside the bed behind her and snakes his arms around her waist. This silences her as she blushes profusely in the dark."How can I after I had such a great sleep yesterday. I'm afraid I got addicted" he jokes and snuggles deep inside her neck but this sends her into another world of silence as she looks up at the ceiling.
"Good night Harley" he speaks roughly as and places a kiss on her neck.
"Good night Alvaro" she speaks and within minutes she drifts off to sleep.
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Courtesan
Short StorynounLITERARY a prostitute, especially one with wealthy or upper-class clients. Story of a courtesan.