Fervid Desire (Good Pleasure Series #2)

Kabanata 21

Kabanata 21

The next morning, I was awakened by the rays of the sun that was hitting my eyes. I opened it slowly, but immediately squinted because of the bright light. I squinted my eyes as I adopt at the light that was reigning in my entire room. I glanced down at my bed, I thought I was asleep with a proper position but sadly, I was just like thrown in the bed without worrying what my self would be. I was lying on the edge of the bed, my feet were draped at the end of the bed and I almost feel the coldness of the floor through the tip of my toes.

I dramatically stood up myself, never mind the sting that immediately intensified though my head because of my staccato movement. I perched my palm on my forehead just to relax myself. I closed my eyes and I almost toppled onto the ground but gladly I balanced myself and slowly regained my composure. I staggered toward my cellphone on my pouch just to see the messages— if ever there was. And when I opened it, the first name popped was the name of Zach. I felt a lump that obstructed in my throat, I tried very hard to dislodge it but I just failed. I forgot that he might've been waiting for me whole night. I did not text him nor tell to him that I was okay! But maybe he already reckoned that I wasn't going to him because I was already okay. But wait, why am I contemplating things like this?

From: Zach

Are you okay?

From: Zach

I'm worried. Please go to my unit if you need someone.

I have read lots of text from him. I know, I should've texted him that I was okay whole night— well, at least I did not cry much. Maybe all my tears had been extruded from my eyes and it was already drained. Though, I had a closure already, I wasn't oblivious about the things that surround me. And for this day, I think I need to talk to Mr. Alighieri— I have no permission to name him 'Dad'.

I need to talk to him. I want to ask in 20 years had passed, why now? Why did not he show up when I was still a kid? When I needed a father? Because of the thought itself, my heart dwindled in a very painful way. It stung bad that I had to put my hand on my chest as I felt the painful beats of it. I heaved a sigh and stood erectly. I closed my eyes for an ounce of minutes as my emotions skyrocketed and it materialized through the pit of my eyes. Fuck, I thought I wasn't going to cry?!

I didn't reply to Zach. I just emerged to my bathroom. I still have a work and seeing my Father— Lorenzo Del Cel— was imminent. I was working in his company, besides, I wasn't yet the President, I was in some particular position of a trainee. But I was pondering if I was going to accept that position if ever the time comes. No, I won't accept it. Not that I don't like to run the company but I don't want to contend with my real Father.

Sighing, I twisted the shower on, and the droplets of waters just poured, swooping down to my skin like a soft kind of pebbles. I closed my eyes as the coldness of it surged within me that I chilled. I uplifted my chin, facing the shower as it poured more droplets of it into my face.

After I take a bath, I wrapped myself with a robe and swept off from the bathroom. I almost jumped when I saw Zach sitting on my bed, holding the remote, watching TV. But when he noticed my presence, he craned his head and looked at me with serious eyes. His forehead crumpled as he scanned my whole entity, I suddenly felt conscious because of it. Do I look appalling? I made sure that I scrubbed all the corners of my skin, and my hair wasn't that messy.

"W-what are you doing here?"

"You didn't text me last night. Are you okay?" he didn't bother to answer my question and stood up. He plummeted the TV remote and lunged toward me.

I rolled my eyes. Gosh, I just want to show my bitchy side right now but I think I was failing big time! My heart couldn't stop from its aggressive beats that I think it will leap out of my chest, leaving me stunned. I couldn't help but to look at him, he was wearing a black leather jacket, and a plain white t-shirt for for his inside, a black ripped jeans, and a black long socks that was showing because of the short cut of its jeans. He looks like a super model, materialized in front of me, making me dazed by his godlike face.