If We Ever Meet Again

17. Feathers

Khaos's P.O.V

"Do everything with extreme caution; I will not accept any kind of negligence."
I tell Calix, who is specifically responsible for helping Moira, Xeria's secretary, oversee the affairs at the company.

"Yes, sir," his voice says through the phone. "Anyways, sir, Evander and I think that you should take Xeria ma'am out on a date," he adds.

Well, of course, now that I'm trying to make everything right, I have also asked for their opinions on what would be the best thing for me to do. A date sounds nice.

"Well, I will ask her about what she wants to do; taking her out to dinner is really not that different; I will let you know; get back to work now." I reply, hanging up the call.

"All of this must be really hindering your work; you can go back if you want," Beryl says, walking in our room.

We have settled on sharing the same room, though the sofa rule still prevails.

"No, I'm handling everything just fine," I reply, and she just shrugs her shoulders and sits down on the bed.

"Where is Potato?" I ask her.

I haven't seen him since we came back from the hospital. Potato is really a menace; I myself have witnessed it, but he behaves just fine when he is around me, and I have developed a bond with him too, one of the reasons being that we like the same person.

"Aunt Nora has taken him out for a walk; I'm really excited to see how it turns out," she answers, leaning against the pillows.

"Yes, after all, he takes after you." I keep my phone on the glass table in front of the sofa, and she frowns.

"And what trait do you think it is?" she asks, getting up on her knees on the bed and taking a pillow in her arms.

"The angry furball one," I reply, stepping closer to the bed, and she throws the pillow at me.

"Welcome to the club," she laughs. I throw the pillow back at her, but she defends it with the other pillow.

And after that, there was nothing to say; the eyes talked, and we began our pillow fight.

We were both on our knees on the bed, slamming the pillows. Beryl gets up, slams the pillow on me, and gives a victory grin.

Then she tries to snatch my pillow, giggling, but I didn't give up either, but the pillow surely gave up because it tears apart in two and feathers come flying out.

Then I snatch the other pillow, and it tears apart too. Looking into each other's eyes, we begin to laugh.

Now, the feathers were flying over the whole bed. Beryl slumps down on the bed but falls into my lap, and I safely catch her in my arms.

"Safe landing," I comment, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Miscalculated landing," she retorts, pouting and cupping my cheeks with her hands.

"So, are you free this weekend?" I ask her, and she tilts her head.

"I'm not going on a boring dinner date," she answers, wiggling in my hold, but I don't let her go.

"No, you tell me what you want to do." I hold her closer, and she shakes my head.

"Ok, just dress casual and comfortable; I will be driving us to our date; now let me go," she says, poking my nose.

"I don't want to; it feels really nice." I look at her, and she wraps her arms around my neck.

"I will choke you now, so let me go." She leans closer and whispers into my ear and tries to threaten me, so I let her go.

Frowning, she climbs down onto the bed.

"It's a mess now," she whines, looking at the condition of the bed.

"Well, it's your concern now; my space is all clean." I say, pointing at the sofa.

"Yes, yes," she shrugs, getting out of bed and going inside the bathroom.

Her smile is contagious; just being around her makes me feel happy.

Today, when her mom asked me to call her mom, it was really uncomfortable for me. I don't even remember the last time I said these words, Mom and Dad.

The two of them are a perfect couple, worth idealizing. I have never paid heed to any of these things; all that mattered to me was me and myself, and it was like that for a long time.

And only a day after stepping into my life, Beryl changed all of it.

Since our first meeting, when she bumped into me and gave me the most unexpected comebacks and looked at me with those bright emerald eyes, I began to slowly fall for her.

I don't know what it means to love someone; I really don't. There are so many forms of it, but what mine is, I don't know.

On one hand, I don't want to realize it, and on the other, I want to earn it. The only thing I'm sure of is that I never want to let go of her.

Never!

"Young madam!" Aunt Nora shouts, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"It looks like Potato had a fun walking session," Beryl says, emerging from the bathroom and dashing out of the room.

Smiling, I follow behind her.

"What is it, Aunt Nora?" she says, walking down the stairs.

"Young madam, do you ever train this potato of yours? He is like a wild animal." Aunt Nora fumes in anger, and Potato innocently joins Beryl's side.

"Potato, didn't I ask you to behave?" Beryl says, bending down and patting his head.

"Behave; he was running around, like he was running in a race; all the people who were around were making fun of me. When I wasn't able to get a hold of him while he was running away with his leash on, no matter how much I called him, he didn't listen for once. I was so embarrassed, young madam." Aunt Nora complains, huffing.

"Potato, I'm really disappointed. Aunt Nora isn't young like me; she cannot match your energy; if it weren't for her, then you would be spending your whole day packed here." Beryl explains to Potato, and he whines in response.

"Aunt Nora, please take rest; you must be tired." I tell her, and nodding, she walks away.

Bending down beside Beryl, I stroke Potato's fur.

"Potato, it's ok; don't do it again," I say, and Beryl gives me a disapproving look.

"No treats for you today, Potato," she says, getting up.

"Don't worry, Potato," I whisper, and he barks happily.

"Young madam, why are there feathers in front of your room?" Aunt Nora shouts from upstairs.

"Here we go again," Beryl says, sighing.

She gives me an angry look, and I give her a smile, only annoying her more, and she walks away to soothe Aunt Nora upstairs.