The Ceo's Game

11.Phone calls and Paintings

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The sun.

I can feel it on my face. It's warming me from the inside. I stay for a few more moments with my eyes closed and just enjoy that feeling. I can't really remember the last time the rays woke me up. I usually close my blinds at night, I must have forgotten last night.

And the moment I remember the previous night my eyes open instantly.

Dimitryi. He was here until late. We watched Mean Girls from what I can remember. And then? I simply can't remember when he left or when I came to bed. I push the bed cover and notice I was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Did I fall asleep on the couch? And he actually brought me to bed?

He tucked me in? No, not possible. He would have just left me on the couch, right? Why would he bother with where I fall asleep?

I get out of bed and go to the windows with the purpose of opening it. I take my clothes of and change in a pair of comfy pajamas hating the fact that I actually slept in my work clothes.

I make my way towards the kitchen thinking about what will I eat for breakfast. Dimitryi did mention yesterday that he did the groceries for me so I know that I have a lot of food. He likes to go overboard with shopping in general, that I have noticed in the time with spent together.

But as I arrive in the kitchen my feet stop, because I see it. On the island is a big box neatly wrapped with a big red bow on top. I slowly approach it as if something will jump out of it and end my life.

Near the box is a note and I instantly recognize the neat and clean writing. I pick it up and start reading out loud.

"Dear Roza, I am sorry. For the way I behaved ever since I met you. I really hope we could start over. This is my peace offering, I hope you will like it since I spent a lot of time thinking about what to get you. I hope you find it in yourself to forgive me. Dimitryi. P.S. I swear I never met anyone that has such a deep sleep as you do."

As I finish reading the note I am mortified. I did fall asleep in front of him...Oh my god? Did I snore? I hope I did not say anything embarrassing as I have the tendency to talk in my sleep.

Putting all my worries aside I place the note back on the island counter and pay all my attention on the box in front of me. For a moment I just stare at it and then as a little child on the Christmas morning I start tearing up the wrap on the box getting more excited by the second.

What could he have bought me? He doesn't know me well enough to know what I like, so what could it be?

Once all the wrap is off I slowly open the pox and look inside and my heart just stops.

The painting!

He remembered... but why?

With all the care I can muster inside of me I take the painting out and look at it. I can very well remember the night we attended the Gallery reopening. It was one of the first places we went together. I remember how afraid I was that he will just ditch me the moment we arrive and let me stay all by myself. But he didn't. He spent the whole night by my side, as he does every time we go somewhere. We spent the whole night talking about art and I realized that we shared the same thoughts and opinions about most of the things we talked about. Well on most things, except this painting.

The moment I set my eyes on it I fell in love with it. And up until now, now that I actually have it in my arms and get a better look at it, I couldn't understand why I felt so connected with it. I mean this painting is the definition of modern art and trust me, I was never a fan of modern art. I actually used to think that it is the worst thing that ever happened to art. I always saw it as too simple, with no meaning and no emotions about it.

So when Dimitryi asked why I liked it so much, I simply couldn't find the right answer. He started explaining me why he doesn't understand my opinion and fondness of the piece. But I was simply staying quiet and listening to him and as he finished I turned around looked him right in the eyes and told him that art means emotion and this piece makes me feel things I haven't in a long time. The rest of the night we stayed quiet on the little bench in front of the painting. Me observing the painting and trying to understand it and him staring at me, probably trying to understand me.

I take the painting and go in the living where I have my collection of paintings on pictures hanged on the wall. I look at them for a short time thinking where I should place my new addition and I know instantly.

After I am done with rearranging my collection I start searching for my phone.

I have to thank him. This is too much. He is stirring emotions inside of me that have been dormant for too long.

"Hello" comes his husky voice after the first ring.

"Rose you there? Everything okay?" he asks after I don't respond for a while.

"I don't know"

"What don't you know? Rose what is wrong?"

"I don't know how to thank you. How to let you know how much it meant your gesture for me."

"Oh god Roza, you scared me there for a second."

"Sorry"

"Don't worry. And I am glad that you liked my surprise. I was a bit nervous when I didn't hear anything from you in the morning."

"I overslept. I usually do that on the weekends" I confess and laugh a little bit.

On the other end of the line I can hear him also let out a small chuckle and I feel like he didn't laugh because of my poor attempt of a joke, but the fact that I laughed.

"It's good to hear you laughing. You were so upset yesterday."

"Oh..about yesterday. Thank you for caring me to bed. You really didn't have to."

"Don't worry Flower. It was my pleaser, besides it you sleepy is very funny. You say the craziest things."

I never appreciated technology more than I do today because he can't see how red my checks just got.

"Please tell me I didn't say anything embarrassing!"

"Under one condition. "

"What?"

"Go out with me today."