Ailas POV
Work. Eat. See Daniel. Sleep.
This has been my schedule for the past month and a half.
I haven't had much time for anything else. No time to reminisce on the past, no time to reminisce on..him.
Daniel has been trying to "make it up" to me for the past month or so, bringing me to and from work everyday, cooking me dinner every evening, and he even waits until I fall asleep every night before he goes home. He thinks the reason why I'm acting like this is because he stood me up to go sleep with some whore.
To be honest, I don't give two fucks about that now.
But, Its nice to have dinner cooked for me as soon as I get home, if you know what I mean.
Lauren and Catherine don't call me anymore. As of last week, they gave up, telling me to call them when I felt like I wanted to spill the "Dirty Goods" about my relationship with Daniel.
Except there is no fucking relationship.
Well, I don't think there is.
I haven't been in a relationship since..him.
Daniel and I are friends... right?
No, Acquaintances... sorta?
I thought back to those couple of days after I saw Paul. I vaguely remember sitting in the hallway of my apartment, crying in Daniels arms. The smell of his cologne, the feel of his strong arms wrapped around me, him rubbing my back and kissing my forehead, telling me that everything was going to be alright. It felt nice. I felt..
SAFE, my conscious rang out to me, and the word kept bouncing in my head..
SAFE.
SAFE.
SAFE. When was the last time you felt safe, Aila?
I answered back.
"Never."
I liked him.
I felt my stomach flutter, and I gasped, a tear falling down my cheek.
All heads turned towards me. Oh shit, I forgot I was in a meeting.
"Do you have something to say, Aila?" Bob asked me. I quickly glanced over at Daniel, and he smirked at me. Shit, could he tell that I was thinking about him? I looked back at Bob.
"No, sorry, please continue." Bob looked at me worriedly. I smiled, telling him with my eyes that I'm fine.
He nodded. "Okay, moving on..."
I looked back at Daniel only to see him starring at me so intensely that it made my insides squirm- and not the bad kind of squirm, the good kind. I looked back to Bob's presentation, hoping to deter his attention back to the meeting, but I could still feel him starring at me, burning holes in to my skull, reading my thoughts. I needed to get out of here.
"And this concludes our meeting for today. Are there any specific questions relating to this case?" Bob scanned the room for any hands, lingering on my face a little longer than necessary.
Nobody raised there hands. Luck was on my side today.
"Okay, you are dismissed."
I was the first one out of my chair and was about to go through the door when I heard Bob call my name.
"Aila, can you stay behind for a moment please?"
"Damn it," I cursed under my breath. Guess i'm not so lucky after all.
