Symphony of Desire [Mature] ✔️

Chapter Eight

"Baby let's cut down the lights. I just really wanna let this fire burn bright..." ~Body on Me, by Rita Ora feat. Chris Brown

CHAPTER EIGHT

Andray drove home in a daze. "Wow," was the only thing he could utter as he entered his apartment. Did that really happen?

He can't believe that he actually slept with Vesper—the woman of his wet dreams. He can't also believe that he was her first lover. Not that he was complaining or anything. To say that it was an honor for him would be a big understatement. He was so elated he didn't even notice poor Ellie wistfully staring up at him. He only came to his senses when Ellie scratched his legs.

"Jesus Christ, Ellie." He stroked the dog's head. "I'm so sorry I forgot you but... damn," he exclaimed. He fed Ellie breakfast and took her out, the sun glaring down at the both of them.

He was profusely sweating when they arrived back home and the red welts on his body were stinging. The first gush of water down his body felt painful. After showering, he stood in front of his mirror and examined his skin. He just laughed the injuries off. Definitely worth it, he thought.

Andray continued his daily routine and was so lost in his thoughts and fantasies that he remembered that he already has Vesper's number by lunch time. He scrambled for his phone and called her, hopeful that she'll answer.

It took a few rings before she answered.

"Handsome? Who is this?" Vesper incredulously said on the other line. Andray chuckled in response and mentally cursed himself when he realized how silly he was. He saved his number as 'Handsome' when he got hold of Vesper's phone.

"You don't remember me, Vesper?" he feigned a hurt tone. "That's awful."

"Andray? How did you.." her voice trailed, and he heard her groan. "You little.."

"I'm a very resourceful man, for your information."

"Well then Mr. Very-Resourceful-Man, I am a working girl and my editor will bite my head off if she finds me slacking."

"What do you do?" he asked. He realized that he doesn't even know what Vesper's job was—even her last name, for crying out loud!

"I'm a writer for a women's magazine. How about you?" Vesper asked.

"There's nothing interesting about me. I'm living off of my properties. Real estate is a very good investment. Also a couple of investments here and there." He left out the part about the royalties he's getting.

"Investments... hmm, sounds interesting, Mr. Very-Resourceful-Man."

He was about to say something witty but Vesper spoke again, her voice hushed.

"My editor's here. Gotta go," she whispered and quickly cut the call. Andray reminded himself to properly ask Vesper out. He realized that they need to get to know each other more before... Before what? Before a relationship? his mind questioned. He dismissed the thought. A relationship was the last thing on his mind right now—actually, a relationship was not even in his list. He knew that even after all this time, he's still a wreck.

~*~*~*~*~

"What are you hiding underneath that scarf, Nichols?" Margo asked.

Vesper almost choked on her potato salad at Margo's question. The love bites on her neck were still prominent. For the past few days she's been wearing clothes or accessories that were hiding her neck, no thanks to Andray. Today, she opted for a green silk scarf and paired it with a white chiffon blouse and gray pencil skirt.