Half a Man at Best (Sequel to VALERIE)

Chapter Five

Copyright © zylgnagnaba

Valerie wasn’t in the bed when I entered the room. By the sound of the shower that echoed from the bathroom, I reckoned she was already preparing for her classes. I took it upon myself to fix the bed that she had laid upon last night without me by her side.

I was still feeling guilty about the whole thing actually. The mess of her tear-stained face haunted me the whole night that I couldn’t even fall asleep. I just wanted to be next to her, hold her and tell her how sorry I was for neglecting her over some stupid crossword puzzle. I knew it’s really silly to be fighting over little things. But it was better than fighting over betrayal and stuffs. I considered myself fortunate that we hadn’t come across shit like that.

I knew Valerie didn’t have the tendency to do so, and I most assuredly wouldn’t do anything to hurt her intentionally.

When I walked in the bathroom, Valerie was already shaving her underarm in front of the rectangular mirror over the sink. A white towel was tightly wrapped around her body. Our eyes met for a fleeting second and when I was about to open my mouth to greet her, she repelled and looked at herself at the mirror once again.it turned out that I was just gasping but I greeted her anyway.

“Good morning, baby.” My voice was low, gentle and remorseful.

Instead of greeting me back, she raised her other underarm to shave it after the other and hummed a song—totally ignoring my presence in the very room.

It was as if I was just a gust of wind that she felt to pass through and then ignored it like it was just nothing. I felt my heart being pinched at that instant.

I walked straight ahead to the toilet bowl and opened the lid to take a piss. After that call of nature, I stood next to her to wash my hand with a watchful stare at the beautiful image of the girl at the mirror. Her damp long black hair was swayed at the back and some were sticking to her bare skin. It smelled of lavender and so did her moist soft skin.

I wanted so badly to kiss her. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she is and all the dirty things I imagine doing with her. My cock hardened instantaneously at the thought and my breathing became hitched.

“Baby… I am sorry.” My voice sounded really hoarse as I turned halfway to face her. I attempted to grab her by the arm just as she stepped around me and proceeded to the toilet bowl and closed the lid. I always forgot to do that and she found it really annoying.

She sat on it and started shaving her left leg, yet again, ignoring me.

I turned around to face her again, my face contorted into a frown. How long am I going to court her to get her attention?

“Baby, I’m sorry okay?” Then, I sounded whining—way worse than the way she whined for my attention last night. I am so fucking desperate. “I promise, I’ll never-“

“When you’re ready come and get it, na-na-na, na-na-na-na!” She sang to the loudest of her ability and interrupted me.

“Baby, how long are you going to ignore me?” I asked her. I knew she could hear me but she continued singing and drowned out my voice from her ears. “Baby, I am sorry. Please?” I yelled over her singing with my hands flailing on my sides.

“When you’re ready come and get it, na-na-na, na-na-na-na!”

I sighed in defeat—there was no way I could talk to her in a solemn manner when she didn’t even want to shut up and listen to me.