33° Late night visit

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Lance's POV

Its been almost five days since the encounter at Mars' apartment.

Oh lord, i feel so stupid and embarrassed.

I can't clearly state out what i was thinking but guilt overcame me when i woke up and realised i had passed out on her couch.

Not much happened, i apologised and paced out to my apartment. I've never gotten this out of the line before and i can't help but cringe.

Haven't spoken to her since then. I don't even know what to say. She probably thinks am a douchebag asshole who does whatever he thinks to anyone.

At work I've been trying my best to not cross paths with her and that hasn't been a remedy as i thought it would be.
I picked up the call that has been ringing on my desk.

"I will connect you with him. Thank you."
The tenth client i have dealt with today. Busy day.

I ordered my meal be delivered at my office since i haven't been i psych to move out of my office since i got here.

After several up and downs, i decide to give myself a break. Plus dark is around soon. Been working myself out too much than the usual. I better rush out before they close the only place am now craving to be.

***

I moved to my locker took out my work out attire from my bag and walked to the shower.

I changed to the gym attire and took a brief shower.
Nothing is more easing than a cold shower from a hot sunny meltdown.

I walked to the treadmill area and stepped on the one by the corner.
I plugged my earphones on my MP3 player, inserted the ear buds on my ears and played the shuffle.
I adjusted to the pace from slow to a bit faster.

My kind shifts around reflecting on my life cassette. Visuals playing around.
From when my mother left me when i was so innocently young.
From when i was bullied in school of my dad and i being poor not being able to pay off my fees in time.
From when i was in university partying every day just to escape from my dark flaws.

From when i met the woman i thought she would be my wife instead she used me for her self-advancements.
From when i got to work for my dad and the strong relationship we once had started to fade off.
From when i was almost to be beaten to death for shagging someone's wife.
From when i got in trouble fighting at a club and dad had to bail me out all in the name of 'saving his family reputation' for his job.

From when i got to cry deeply from how terrible my life has been.
From when i felt shattered that i felt i had no purpose in this life.
From when i felt drawn at a party by this wondorous dancer.
From when i kissed her lips and felt a spark ignited withing me.

She has something special that i feel attached to her. Since i bumped into her, i feel some hope though i don't know over what but its just some hope.
Light.
The more i remember her existence, a bile juice burns within and i can't help it.

I have to tell her.
Fuck it! It would save me the effort to know if am just being sincerely connecting with her or am just wasting my time chasing over someone whom i never cross inside their minds.

After the last round, i picked my back and left. I desperately need to lie down. So worn out.

××××××××××××
Morning.

"Hello dad. Can i come over?"
I fringed as i took this huge step.

"Ye-eah sure. Find me by the garage."
He hoarsely spoke and coughed before he hang up.

I know this is so not me. I haven't been the perfect son to the only man who has been on my side since my birth.
The only man i solemnly admire and adore with all my heart.
He is growing older and i haven't been in his picture as he grows grey hair which is painting me of how arrogant i have been.

All he ever does is work hard for what he loves. His work and his only son.
He isn't the so great dad but nevertheless he is my father whether he scold me around for my silly mistakes or not; i still know somewhere within him he still loves me as his own blood.

I grabbed my car keys from the table and drove off to his penthouse.
His forever dream house.

Once i arrived, i pulled out my thumb and let the detector reflect my fingerprint so as to open the gate.
Tight security.

His always prepared for anything. The plan As and Bs.

"Look who is here."
He smiled as i walked up to him.

"Had a bad dream."
I joked out. We both know i don't oftenly visit him so it surprises him i did so.

"I hope the monsters didn't bite you for you're in the wrong place. Am no doctor."
He raised his eye brows in seriousness.

Damn! How the heck did he not get the joke?

"I was joking pops."
Shaking my head in defeat, i tapped him by the shoulder as i sat next to him.

"I was also joking."
He bursted out in a you-silly-bustard laugh that i couldn't help it but join him.

That was a good one.

I helped him fix the wrecked bicycle that he was working on as we talked about some shit i don't even know how the topic started off from.
Gladly i am happy he doesn't make it seem weird and questioning why i was here.

"I was about to roast turkey for dinner, you wanna help?"
He asks as he was removing his coat.

"You don't have a maiden?"
Shocked i stared at him.

"Oh please, the last thing i want is someone to poison my food all in the name i have money i can have all i want."
He openly admitted as i followed him to the house.

The great wise.
How did i not think about that?

When you are the famous man in the country, probably the richest; its best to keep your inner circle close. You might never know or get to identify the wolf in the herd of a flock of thousand sheeps before it scavages on them.

We linked out as we took beer by the balcony just breathing in the night breeze.
We ate almost the whole full turkey.

Never estimate the hunger of the Jones'.

Later dad left to sleep while i stayed by the balcony thinking my mind out over and over.
I need to do this. Have to orelse i will be too late to do so later.
Part of maning up.

I left out a note by where he disposes off the cigarette ends knowing he will definitely see it since he smokes alot.
With that i drove off.

I don't care how late it is in the night for the only thing ringing in my mind is to speak my heart off to her.
I don't care if she will shove me off but at least i would have tried. At least i too the step.

I stretched my hand and knocked severally. She better open up.
Mars.

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