The Fall Of A Drama Queen

Chapter 22

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"You cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with." - Dr. Wayne W. Dyer (1940~) American Psychotherapist, Author, Lecturer 

Harry's POV

"Shit!"  I exclaimed as I heard the stupid dog growled, then bit my jeans. I let go of Emerald instantly, putting her on the ground.

"Archie! No. That's bad." Emerald scolded the dog. It immediately let go of my jeans, but still barking and growling at me. "Maybe he thought you were hurting me."

"Stupid dog. If he'd bitten me, I swear, I'd leave him outside to freeze." I said, disgusted with the dog.

"Harry..."

"Come on, let's go inside. It's cold out here." I put an arm around her shoulders, drawing her closer to me. I liked that she was very responsive, putting her arm around my waist in an instant. 

Damn. We should take things slow. I should learn to control myself. 

But being alone together in the cottage with no other human being around was not helping at all. This fever burning deep inside me longed violently for release.

"Are you hungry?" She asked when we were going inside the cottage. Her eyes were bright, looking up at me.

"Actually, I'm starving already."

We went to the dining table and I was surprised that it was beautifully set with wine, candle lights, China wares and silver utensils. The food was also done very well, a big improvement from what we had during lunch. 

We settled down on the table to eat. I noticed her not eating yet. She was waiting for me to taste the food. 

"Hmm... this is delicious." I said when I took a bite of the chicken and a spoonful of quinoa. It was really good. I could not believe that she made it. 

"You like it?" 

I nodded. "This is the best chicken tenders that I've ever tasted and the quinoa is perfectly cook."

Her smile broaden. "Thank you. I'm glad you like it." 

"I love it. My stomach is very happy right now."

She giggled and laughed happily. "Awe... I'll do my best to make it happy all the time." 

"Hey, you're not going to touch that wine." 

"I won't. It cost me a lot of trouble already." She shrugged her shoulders, her lips pouted. "It's the reason we're here."

Emerald's POV

I felt very happy that Harry loved the food. He ate too much actually. Even Archie ate the food I gave him under the table. I was excited to cook another dish tomorrow. I'd make it so good again to make them happy.

Harry asked me a lot of things during dinner. I felt his interest in getting to know me better. The questions were getting so deep.

"If you're not in the mood, do you prefer to be left alone or have someone to cheer you up?"

"Um... I prefer if there's someone to cheer me up. But mostly, I'm alone." I answered, then turned the question on him. "What about you?"

"Same." He answered, then asked another question again. "What do you do when you're not working?"

"You know already. I still love shopping."

He immediately held my eyes with his, that I could sense his disapproval. I suddenly felt embarrassed admitting it.

"I know it's a bad hobby, but I can find a new hobby. Probably cooking."

His sudden smile was like a sunshine after days of storm, it made my heart glow. "What about you? What is your favorite past time?"

"Aside from playing football and polo, I enjoy watching Netflix."

"Really? Me too." We talked about the series we watched, movies and stories for the next fifteen minutes. 

"Would you ever take back someone who cheated?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course not." I answered. "You?"

He shook his head. "For me, trust is the foundation of a relationship. Once it's broken, I can never look at the person the same again."

"We're the same. Love, trust, respect and loyalty is important for me." 

We talked about Zion and Claire, how lucky they were that they found each other again. 

"What do you look for in a girl?"

His eyes clung to mine, analyzing my reaction. "I'm not looking anymore. I found her already."

I felt the sudden tightening in the pit of my stomach and my pulse, it skittered alarmingly. "Who?"

"Secret." He smiled, lifting his eyebrows in a fraction. 

Suddenly I was uncertain if  he was referring to me or another girl? I remembered him talking to the Princess of Spain, they seemed so close. A gut feeling of jealousy overwhelmed me. Is he going to marry her?  If he would, his kisses would not mean anything.

"Can I wash the dishes now? I want to read the recipe book, then sleep early."

He frowned, looking at me oddly. "Did I say anything wrong?"

I heaved a long sigh. "No. I'm just tired." I lied. I stood up and collected the dishes. 

Harry stood up too and took the dishes from me."Just relax. I'll take care of these."

"No. I'll do it." I insisted.

"Okay, we'll do it together." He said firmly, putting the plates on the sink. 

We were washing the dishes in silence. After we were done, he asked me again. "I have a last question for you, if you don't mind."

"What is it?" I said in a weak voice. I was not really in the mood to answer his questions anymore.

"Would you relocate for love?"

That brought a sudden squeeze in my stomach. I felt emotional all of a sudden, I wanted to cry of happiness. I turned to him and said. "Yes."

He answered with a nod and a big smile. I could feel that he was satisfied with my answer. "Now go and read your recipe, Emerald. I'll stay outside for a while."

I felt disappointed that he dismissed me quickly. Well, I asked for it. 

He turned to go and I stopped him. "Harry..."

He stopped immediately and faced me again. "Yes?"

"Aren't you going to kiss me goodnight?"

He blinked his eyes and looked at me with compelling eyes. "You know what will happen if I do that now, Emerald. You'd be naked in ten seconds. God help me, I'm saving my sanity here."

I was speechless. He wanted me, more than I wanted him. I was desperate of his kisses, his caresses... Am I ready for his lovemaking? It would be my first time. They said, it would hurt. 

I went to bed, still thinking of him. Yeah, I wanted to have my first lovemaking with Harry. I was falling for him, and the feeling was growing deeper. I knew I more than liked him - maybe its LOVE that I felt. 

Archie slept with me on the bed. He was at my foot, sleeping peacefully, while I was still wide awake until I heard Harry went up the stairs. He stopped outside my door. I felt the door knob rattled. Darn it. Why did I lock it? 

He immediately left and heard him entered his bedroom door.

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