The Devious Angel

3. Isolation

A beam of fulgent light that had breached from the small gaps between the gray sewn garments hanging above the transparent rectangular aperture on the wall struck my right eye, which made my other eye to adjust in the yellow illumination.

I blinked many times before I finally adjusted to the lucent sunlight. Then I moved myself out of my blanket, stretched my limbs, and yawned like I was going to swallow an apple. I turned to my right side, it was still 9 am. I woke up an hour earlier before my alarm. So instead of killing my time inside this capsule of isolation, I decided to got up.

After I did my morning routines, I entered into my customized gym. Maybe I would work out for 45 minutes then make my breakfast after.

Forty-five minutes had passed and I was bathing with my large grains of perspiration. Just how great it felt when I did working out.

So... what to cook for breakfast?

Let me ponder deep on it.

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Since I was too lazy to cook, cereal and fresh milk would suffice. I preferred mixed chocolate and milk than pure milk or chocolate. Weird, aye?

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"Well, a week of premium fuel will definitely do." I bantered onto him as we walked to the elevator. I pushed the largest number.

"You haven't had sex with her, man!" He countered.

"What do you called a blow? Was it like playing along with my shaft? Sucking it in and out like an 11-inch lollipop?" I was fighting back my laughter.

"Shut the shit up! We agreed that whosesoever table she's gonna lay face first will win the game. It wasn't like you have some bang-bang sex with her! It was out of our rule." Mac explained lamely to me our deal.

Well, honestly, when Mac exited from my office yesterday, only minutes had passed, Jean came in and then there. You knew what I meant.

She wasn't just my type of woman to give a shit at. Thus, I couldn't dare to plant her face on my table. Nonetheless, she was sexy. She wasn't just my type.

"A deal is a deal. And... wouldn't it be a good idea if I'll use my Chiron for the entire week?"

"Fuck you, Theseus Anderson! Fuck you." He gave me the finger. This man was full of shit.

I grinned. "I will, bro. I will." Then I winked at him before we walked out of the elevator.

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A week had passed and I definitely did what I suggested to Mac as his payment for our bet. I just couldn't stop laughing when he deposited 30 grand in my account.

"So, remember the woman in red at the bar?" Mac tossed me a chewing gum.

"Who?" I still asked, even if it was crystal-clear that I knew and remembered who was he talking about.

He already opened the passenger seat before I had reached for my door, and flicked it open.

"Shall we drive now straight to the hospital or will you just let me do the honor to slam your head on your steering wheel?" He reached for the box of cigarette on the dashboard and lit one.

"Fuck you." I started the engine. "Yeah, I do. How can I possibly forget? Perhaps, she's the hottest woman I've ever seen my entire life."

"Well, sad for you. You'll never see her again even if you'd reached the age of 99."