Gillaume Men #01: Ranzar Craestok

CHAPTER 6: Lunch

~ Julliane Laurent ~

"Lunch is ready", Mrs. Clayton announced and looked at me, "Julli dear, will you call Ranzar for me to come down and eat— If you don't call him, he will spend more time in his bed and not come down to eat", she added.

I nodded at her and went upstairs to call him. Once I reached his door and saw it half open. I saw him sleeping. It's been just 30 minutes since the last time I left and he's already asleep. I knocked on his door.

"Mr. Craestok, there's lunch downstairs, please wake up", I said as I slowly opened his door fully.

He was still lying down when I decided to walk forward and shake him up.

"Mr. Craestok", I said as I reached him and gently tapped him.

Even after tapping him a few more times he still isn't waking up, so I decided to take the extreme measures of using force. I adjusted myself to get ready to hit him when suddenly the sleeping man rose up and grabbed my wrist.

"What the hell were you planning on doing, Laurent?" he asked as I was now on top of him and his other hands on my waist.

Looking at our position now, I could clearly see his blue-green eyes that were being covered by his hair. We were both staring into each other's eyes that I felt that time stopped for a few hours. I could feel his intense stare that could see the whole of me and feel his warm hands on my wrist.

I managed to snap myself out of it and answered, "What do you think I was gonna do Mr. Craestok?" I said and took my wrist out of his grip. Even after fixing my composure, I could feel his eyes following my every movement.

"Mrs. Clayton asked me to call you for lunch", I minimally said and turned my back from him to exit his room. After leaving his room, I could still feel the lingering of his hands on both my wrist and waist and it left me uneasy and wary.

Several minutes passed after that 'incident' and he went downstairs to join both me and Mrs. Clayton for lunch. Throughout the whole time, I did not meet his eyes as I felt it look at me every chance it got. The whole lunch was me avoiding his gaze and trying to chew and swallow my food faster so I could leave early.

I finished my food when Mrs. Clayton reminded me that we would shop together before I returned to the hotel. I just nodded, took my bag, and waited in the car, but before I could reach the door a hand stopped me.

"I'm still gonna need an answer to what you were gonna do earlier before I wake up Laurent", he said and turned me to look at him.

"I don't think that's something you should know now since it didn't happen", I answered while trying to avoid his eyes and freeing my hands from his grasp.

"Hmm... I don't think I can just let it go Laurent", he said and now I have no choice but to snap back

"Why don't you guess Mr. Craestok since you're smart enough to form a ton of conclusions"

"Very well then— I think that you're gonna hit me in my face, considering that you're in my house and in my space, hitting me would be considered assault", he replied and plastered a slight smirk on his face. I feel my cheeks flushed as if what he said is true. I would have poured all the force I could muster and hit his face as payment for his rudeness earlier.

"Based on your reaction, I might've hit the nerve", he added and let go of my hand.

"I don't know what you're talking about '', I denied— though it's a weak retort.

"Fine, have it your way. But next time don't enter anyone's room and have an intention to hit their face to try and wake them up", he said and turned his back.

I can't stand his attitude. I hope I finish his make-over quickly so I can focus on my objective here in America— finding a lot for my boutique.

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[Becca ma chérie, peux-tu prendre rendez-vous avec Marcois? (Becca my darling, can you arrange an appointment with Marcois?)], I said as soon as Becca, my assistant, answered my call.

[Dites-lui que j'ai besoin d'aide. ASAP (Tell him I need help. ASAP)], I added.

[Compris mademoiselle (Understood Miss)], she replied and we hung up.

After coming back from shopping with Mrs. Clayton, I immediately called Becca to arrange for an appointment with my beloved Marcois Francisco, someone I can always run to if I don't know anything. 

I needed his help after looking at Mr. Craestok's hair earlier. It is the first thing I need to do a makeover. Given that, I need an expert hairstylist to teach me how to make it short and cleaner looking.

After a while, I received a text from Becca that Marcois would be available now. I thanked her and immediately opened my laptop and Facetimed Marcois.

[Bonjour mon amour (Hello my love)], Marcois happily greeted me as he answered my call.

[Bonjour Marcois mon chéri (Hello Marcois my darling)], I replied and smiled at him. 

I miss this guy. He often visited me in Marseille back when Laurentis was still starting but after he got married all we could do was call each other since they tend to move cities to cities.

[Becca m'a dit que tu avais besoin de mon aide (Becca told me you need my help)], he said and I nodded.

[Oui, en fait, attendez une minute, je vais chercher quelque chose (Yes actually, wait a minute I'll get something)], I said and got the head mannequin, scissors, and wig that's similar to Mr. Craestok's hair.

[Woah, tu envisages d'être coiffeur maintenant mon amour? (Woah, you're planning to be a hairstylist now my love?)], he asked as I showed him what I got.

[Non bien sûr que non. Je ne veux pas t'enlever tes affaires. Hahaha (No, of course not. I don't want to take away your business. Hahaha)], I just laughed at him and shook my head.

[Je dois couper les cheveux à quelqu'un car ses cheveux sont aussi touffus qu'un arbre (I have to give someone a haircut since their hair is as bushy as a tree)], I added and we started getting into it.

I spent another 2 hours with Marcois as he instructed me on how to cut this type of hair, he also told me some products to go with it. After finishing that I was finally able to sleep, but my mind still replays the events earlier at lunch.

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