93 DAYS...or longer?

28.

"Well I hope you'll like the cake and don't tell anyone I gave you any!" I giggle along with Emilio as I walk towards the door of his room.

"Hey Mack.. thanks for taking care of me. I really can't thank you enough" He says with a smile as I look at him one more time and shake my head "Stop thanking me, anything for my best friend" I reply with a smile, causing him to smile wider before I exit his room so he can get well deserved rest.

I had some free time today so I thought to come by and surprise Kasper. I called Emilio and he told me Kasper was in his room the whole day and didn't come out since he was working so I brought some homemade croissants for him as a breakfast. I brought Emilio a small 'get well soon' cake that was carefully made to be gluten free and with natural sugars, and to my surprise it tasted good. That's why I first stopped at his room before climbing upstairs to Kasper's room.

As I take a final step, I get a feeling of not being alone and soon enough I hear heavy breathing close to me.

I look up and notice a woman, naked woman, holding a coat to her body with her hair messed up and her lipstick smudged off. 

My lips fall apart in surprise as I see her and she turns around to look at me. We both stare at each other for a moment, right in front of Kasper's door.

I grab onto the stair railing, digging my nails in the wood. I gulp hard as I try not to think of anything bad about this situation until I hear what she has to say. I press my lips together, not bothering to fake a smile and act friendly with her.

I notice her blonde hair was a complete mess as if someone was pulling it, hopefully not Kasper.

Her red, plump, big lips had lipstick smudged around it, half of it gone. Her cheeks were bright red and her pupils were wide. A bit of mascara was smudged under her right eye, making it seem like a single tear fell down her cheek.

She had big, blonde almost white locks, big hoop earrings and her skin was white, which made every red detail on her body pop. For example, her wrists and hands were red, noticeable fingerprints around her wrists were still red, as the touch has just ended and it was still warm. 

She was a bit taller than me, at least it seemed so from this short distance. Her skinny arms were covered in tattoos, and as she began to put her coat back on, I get a full picture of her body. More tattoos and piercings. Her nipples were pierced on her huge breasts. I got a feeling as if her boob was bigger than her head. Right under her boobs she had a tattoo with some latin saying I didn't quite understand. Her stomach was flat and her hips were wide. Her thighs were touching each other and on one thigh there was a tattoo that said "Papi's girl" which my brain automatically connected to Kasper. 

My nails dig deeper into the wooden railing. 

Her knees were red, her toenails were painted red and she was in red high heels. Really high heels. That is what made her taller than me. Even though all of it was probably really expensive, since Kasper probably bought it for her, she somehow managed to look cheap.

She looked cheap and miserable. 

I noticed a tattoo on her right ankle as well. It was something that seemed to represent Mexico, but I couldn't really see what it was from the belt of her heel. 

After what seemed like forever, I finally stopped starring at her body and scanning it down to the floor. I look up into her eyes that were blue, making her a perfect blond bombshell. She looked as if she just dropped straight out of Hollywood - cheap version.

"H-hello?" I manage to speak out, but it comes out as a quiet and shaky hello. My body was trembling as if I saw a snake, but I didn't notice it at the moment. The only thing I knew is that if she says anything that might confirm my thoughts, I will throw up in spot.

My stomach was tied in a knot, feeling that everything I've eaten last night is boiling and will just come out of me, shooting across the floor and walls. I managed to gulp, feeling the acid on my tongue. My head got a bit dizzy as I didn't know what to think of this situation, but for sure I didn't want to faint and fall downstairs.

I take a final step, moving away from the railing and steps, now standing in front of her, noticing that she is taller, which means she is about my height without heels. A man has a preference.

"Hello, I'm Kayla." Her high pitched voice was solid, stable and loud. It gave me an instant headache as it rings in my head 'Kayla'. I dig through my memory but can't seem to find any Kayla that lives around here. Although she did look like she was in her 30s, so that is why I probably didn't know her. She for sure was 10 years older than me, which means she is also older than Kasper. Maybe it was his relative? Someone he knows? 

Why would a relative be naked and dressed like a hooker in his room? I tried to keep myself delusional but my overthinking was slowly killing me from inside and what I wanted was to find out what the truth was finally, even if it breaks my heart.

"You must be Amos's maid." Those words coming from her mouth made my head spin.