My hair is being softly stroked by a hand that I can feel. I opened my eyes slowly at first. I look up to see Eiran caressing my hair.
My man.
"Buongiorno bellezza," he exclaimed, his lips perfectly formed in a lovely smile.
(Translation: Good morning, beautiful).
I shift my gaze to find my current location, which is Eiran's room. All I could think of last night was our wonderful date night and our sexual encounters.
He responds, "You're at my house, don't worry," as if he can read my thoughts.
He's a mind reader. For sure.
He suddenly gave me a kiss on the lips as I turned to look at him. I reply in a matter of seconds as well.
He gets out of bed and says, "So, be ready, I'm going to make your breakfast." He then exits the room.
Although I'm happy with him, I occasionally thought back to those remarks and Derek's theory regarding eiran. So traumatizing.
My phone is on the side table, so I pick it up. Derek's text is the first item to appear. Fuck off. He texts me saying he wants to talk about a serious issue and meet. I am aware of his terrible fucking issue. I have no interest in it at all. The issue is what he wants to talk about, though? I made the decision to question him.
Me: You'd like to talk and have a meeting with me? About what?
He responded to me in a matter of seconds. As though he's anticipating my text.
Derek: It's important. I can't explain everything here. Come meet me at Liberty Cafe at 2:00 p.m.
I want to avoid arguing with him. I accepted his request to meet. I look forward to hearing from him today.
Out of the kitchen, Eiran abruptly yells, "Are you coming by yourself or I know the different ways."
"I'll be there, give me a few minutes," I knew his ways, so I answered quickly.
I have to take care of my morning business, so I quickly head to the bathroom.
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"How is the food?" Eiran enquired. He's seated in front of me at the dining table as we sit down.
"Wow, I see. So you should have to make breakfast especially for me every day." I add a hint of mischief in my voice.
He says, calmly and with a smile that makes me giggle, "Anything for you, bellissima" Suddenly, I stopped laughing because I realized I had to go meet Derek.
I say, "Um, listen, Eiran," with seriousness.
"Yes? Bellissima" he says in a reassuring tone.
"I have a meeting with my new client today to discuss a new case." I lied.
"Alright. Where's the meeting place? May I drop you off?"
"Not at all. That's alright. I'm able to go alone."
As he finishes his breakfast, he says, "Let me know if you need my presence anywhere."
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I reached Liberty Café at last. The fact that I lied to Eiran makes me feel awful. How would I feel if he knew where I was at the moment? What in case? Oh god please help me.
Derek was sitting close to the window table when I walked into the cafe, I went in his direction.
Derek let go of his god-knows-running thoughts when I said, "Hey Derek."
Derek sighs and rubs his head, looking as if he won all of his gaming winnings after spending money. "Thank god, you've finally arrived," he exclaims.
Subsequently, he is examining the menu to place an order for us. I sat in the chair, wondering why he was acting normally, as if nothing had just happened between us. Do I have to apologize to him? Alright, I suppose I should apologize to him.
"Derek. I would like to apologize." I mentioned that it caused him to suddenly lose it.
"It's alright." he says icily. I was surprised by that. It should be necessary for you to at least say 'It's okay, mysha, I can understand'.
Strange. That's my delusion, weird.
"What caused you to invite me here?" At last, I made an inquiry.
"I have evidence," Derek asserted.
"Relative to what?" Don't claim it's against Eiran, please, or I'll shoot your cute little skull with my gun.
"Observe these images." He handed me some photos. Upon closer inspection, I saw that they included an image of Eiran handing a large sack to an unidentified man.
I returned all of the pictures to Derek with a chilly "I didn't find anything special in it" I said.
"That guy is a drug dealer who works for Luciano, one of the well-known mafias."
"Luciano?" I am aware of this mafia group. I conducted a raid on their drug section the year before.
"Hold on. What do you want to say?" What is the reason behind his actions? He is merely squandering his time.
"These images demonstrate that Eiran is involved in drug trafficking and has ties to the Mafia."
His second motherfucking theory has me at a loss for how to respond. He is utterly insane.
"Are all of you sensibly aware?" I inquire. I will never, ever think that Eiran is a drug dealer.
"Yes," he replied coolly as he glanced at my finger, which was adorned with a proposal ring. I apologize. I should have taken it off before I met with Derek.
"Has Eiran made a proposal to you? And you agreed to his proposal. Quite interesting." he says calmly.
"Hey, kind of—." I am at a loss for words.
His expression has changed from stone to melting, as I can see. I mean, his face looks soft and bursting with passion right now.
Without saying a word, he abruptly got up from the table.
"Where are you heading, hello?" I take hold of his wrist and ask him.
Without saying a word, he removed my hand from his wrist gently and strode towards the gate. Then he departed.
"Please give me your order, ma'am." Unexpectedly, a waiter inquired about my order.
"Yes, give me some peace."
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