It's Too Late To Love Me Back

Chapter 12

I couldn't sleep well last night after Adem left my room, for obvious reasons..

Not only was I reminded of Younes, and I mean the endearing version of him which I so loved. I might as well be very deprived of physical contact, because I kept remembering his intimidating closeness at the restaurant too, recalling the touch of his hand over mine and how rough and hot the skin of a man was, how that heat brushed against my waist, I could almost feel his tickelish deep voice whispering again in my ear, sending waves of a feeling I have never experienced all through my body.

There's no denying it I guess.. I'm a pervert.

As if these sorts of thoughts weren't enough to keep me awake, my parents had to visit as well shortly after Adem left to ask me about what went on with my grandfather, when I told them in detail what happened I was surprised my father suggested:

_" You can always come back home with us Rima, you don't have to be troubled with all this mess, your mother and I don't want you to be hurt or taken advantage of."

His offer was very tempting to say the least, I'm already getting exhausted of taking part in many complications, but then I remember how my precious bank account which the jobless me is relying on is regularly growing thanks to the Majdan family contributions, and I can't find it in me to be ungrateful to the point I don't work hard to deserve that money.

In the end, I'm still awake because I'm tempted to leave.. which is only humanly, and I'm tempted by the ghost of a man's touch.. which isn't humanly in any normal sense, my mind is just dirty, and lastly.. I'm tempted to fall in love again.. which I will never do.

As my luck had it, the first face I meet the following morning as I get shaken out of sleep, was Samira's, namely the assistant hired by the Majdan family for the sole purpose of helping my recent social life.

Of couse she had to come the day I'm absolutely sleep deprived and irritated, because my rotten luck wouldn't accept to have it otherwise.

_" Do I have something scheduled today?" I ask grudgingly because I absolutely don't want to get out of my bed.

_" Of course you have, I sent you a message to notify you a couple of days ago."

I'm kind of starting to recall such a message, then with an Aah I ask:

_" Was it about the art gallery event??"

_" Yes, exactly." she smiles as she already starts pushing me out of the bed towards the bathroom to freshen up.

I took a quick shower, and got out to my room right about when my beauty team all came in: the hairstylist was already preparing to fight another war with my wild hair, the makeup stylist was at a stand by, and the rest of the team were preparing my outfit and accessories.

Honestly I haven't had experience with this detailed preparations before this last month, it was my second uncle's wife, namely Fatima Majdan, who was mindful enough to hire Samira to be my aid, then it was Samira who took care of all the rest, otherwise if matters were left to my sole care then I would have ended up being the laughing joke of the high society just like I was the subject of mockery at Salwa's tea parties years before when I was so desperately clueless.

as I install myself in the chair in front of the hairstylist I can almost feel the pain of my hair being mercilessly pulled already, but before that, I curiously ask Samira:

_" Isn't it an art gallery? Then isn't my father supposed to go on my behalf, he's an artist afterall.. this is his domain."

_" absolutely not! Miss Jx who is the host of today's art gallery is also the painter who painted all the works to be put for sale for charity purposes, she only picked painting as a hobby about 3 months ago after her engagement, I had a look at the catalog and I can assure you any artist with the minimum expertise will have a lot of criticism to give."