I lay wide awake in my bed with my earphones filling my head with music from my iphone. The admission of Cedrick's emotion left a lump in my throat. The guy is no Edward but he really is head over heelswith her. Holy cow! What the hell occurred to Jaymes to have done that? Jeez!
Do you think you can do anything about it? My subconscious threw the question. I pondered for my answer before whispering..."Yes" to myself.
Day 4
Morning came in a rush. My head swum from the nights discussion. After doing my daily routine, I went out to call for a room service, however I saw Cedrick beat me to that. He was seating in a couch facing the east with a newspaper in his hand. Where in hell did he found that? I was sure I hid it somewhere yesterday- I wondered silently.
"Morning." I greeted while walking toward the small fridge and edging to have a glass of wine.
His eyes caught mine and he nodded. I turned my back to him and heard him fold the newspaper. There was a thud as he put it down .
"Morning. Uhm, by the way, I already called the room service for breakfast. I chose something ahh British."
"Don't worry about it.British food sounds good besides I haven't eaten any of it since leaving my home in London." I continued facing him.
He smiled in return with at least a little warmth. I bit my lip stifling a giggle seeing him still in his robes.
"I hope you didn't mind" he started pointing at his clothing "but I didn't know where my wallet is. I was planning on buying something, some decent wardrobe."
"Oh, I, I have it with me. I forgot about it. Wait a sec." I almost ran to my room. Jeez! What was I thinking for keeping it? I was breathing so hard like I ran a mile and handed him his wallet.
"Thanks" he mumbled.
I wonder if he's already planning on leaving. Just then a knock startled the two of us. He was on his way to the door when i called him.
"I probably should get it." I said trying to avoid looking at him just in his robes.
"He might be your fan." I shrugged.
"Oh, yeah.Yeah."
The server brought a feast-bacon, poached eggs, grilled tomato slices, toasted bread and butter, sausages, a mug of English tea, baked beans, fried mushrooms, hash browns and lastly English muffins. I gulped involuntarily nearly spitting the wine I was drinking after seeing what he ordered. When the server was out of view and hearing range I stared with amusement at Cedrick.
"You're not that hungry, are you?" I teased. His lip curved to the right and I smiled.
"No, I was just missing the food that's all."
We took our seats opposite from each other. I watched as Cedrick closed his eyes and took a bite of bacon and sausage at the same time savoring the taste. We had quite a good breakfast and we both finished the food. No surprise with Cedrick, he's a man after all but what surprised me was the empty plate in front of me. I never had eaten that much. Gosh! This whole thing is messing up with my diet.
"Ugh." Cedrick muttered. "That was amazing."
"Yeah. You haven't eaten British food for a while?" I asked.
"Well, I do. Jaymes is a chef as she calls herself, she always cook for me," he trailed off.
I wanted to bite my tongue for asking such a stupid question. The mask of sadness came back to his features.
"I'm sorry." I apologized quickly. "I didn't mean to"
"I wonder if she's okay right now..." he asked himself.
