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Thank youuuuuuuuu all 🤗🤗♥️Common sense told me to create some distance.
A rushing heat flared through me despite the cold weather, there was something in those blue eyes that pulled me right in.
He took off his cue jacket and placed it around my shoulders. It was then I realized I had never seen him out of his uniform.
"It's cold outside" he said giving me reasons why his jacket was on me
"How did you get those bruises?" I asked, my curiosity was at its peak. I couldn't keep it anymore
"You wouldn't want to know trust me" came his reply
"If I didn't want to know I wouldn't have asked" I snapped
The hair on my arms stood on end as we spoke.
"Okay, I got into a fight with a pickpocket, he snatched an elderly woman's purse and I chased him, I struggled for the purse with him and we ended up exchanging punches"
he explained
I breathed in and shut my eyes. A wave of relieve hit me. I actually had a lot of suspicions where the bruises were from. Jack being one.
Luckily it was just a thief
"Sorry about that"
"Thank you, I am sorry I let you do all this alone" he said pointing the cakesIt was 3 in the morning when we were done with the frosting. We stood side by side each other admiring the end product
Always trust the process, I could hear Amelia's voice ringing in my head. If burned spots on cakes could be scraped and when iced it looked like it never suffered from any burns, why couldn't I?
My head answered... Simple, it is because you are not cake
I shrugged at my messed up mind.I looked for my shawl around
"Don't tell me you want to leave" John gave me a perplexed look
"Wasn't about telling you until I found my shawl" I said
"I pray you never find it then" he said
" Luckily God doesn't answer such prayers, I said as I spotted the shawl. "Sky must have kept it here" I said as I picked it up
"Gosh! I don't just get women at all. I thought we were friends, why go home at 3am when there are so many rooms here" his voice sounding frustrated
"I just wanted to find my shawl, then ask you if I could sleepover" I said
He breathed out air as if he just put down a heavy load
"You got me there" he said while laughing
"I sure did. I can't move in the rain. I'm salt" I joked and he laughed
"I think I love salt" he said but this time under his breath
"come again please" I wanted to be sure of what I heard
"I said I think the rain loves salt" he said
Paying keen attention to what people say was one of my few abilitiesWe entered a giant sized guest room. This is one of the reasons why some guests come and don't go. Why will you leave something this beautiful? I wondered
"There are sheets in the cupboard, I could help you fix the bed. The maids must be fast asleep"
For a moment I admired the humanitarian aspect of him. Others would wake them up.
"I will do it" I said
Honestly the bed looked already made up, something about the mattress looked too luxurious. This bed could drive insomnia I thought as I tucked in the bedspread
Why on earth will I not be able to find sleep on this bed?, for a moment I suspected the worryingly thin mattress in the hostel contributed to the insomnia
"If you need anything i'll be down the hallway" he said sounding so sincere
"Thank you" I said
"I should be the one thanking you" he said.
Oh! here we go again... The voice in my head said.
This only happens when you are this rich, I thought as I looked into his blue eyes
"good night" he said
"good night John" I just felt like calling his name as I wished him a goodnight
He walked out of the room and silently shut the door
I bounced on the bed almost immediately satisfying my curiosity
people say there's no place better than home but actually it depends were you are because, this was by far better than my worryingly thin mattress at the hostelAfter having a warm bath, I wore what seemed like the most comfy pajamas ever. I laid on the bed observing the room and also, thanking the rain and Sky's birthday for bringing me this opportunity.
I giggled at my own thoughts as, I drifted into sleep.
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Broken
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