Prescribe Me Love

Chapter 4: The Pink Jewel

9:48PM

Maybe it was the fact that I was too emotional. Maybe it was the fact that I was too clingy. Did he just say that so he seemed charming and sweet? Why hadn't he called yet? Oh, wait, I know, he's probably too busy with his wife and comforting her. 

Inside my head was like a jungle gym, with different extravagant thoughts about Nicholas. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. My science assignment was due tomorrow at fourth period and I couldn't give a damn. The foldable shower glass screen sounded scratchy since it was pretty old, and so was the memory of me last taking a shower. No, my hair isn't shiny in a good way, it was shiny from grease. Maybe the steamy hot water would comfort my burning desire for him to call.

I undressed, revealing my scars on my chest from our last dog, Bella, who was a beagle crossed with a husky. The bites were only small, but big enough for her to get put down. Mirrors were my enemies, they show me everything, and tell me that I'll never be good enough for any person that comes across my path. About a couple months ago, I got a tattoo under my boob of a lotus flower which was a fuchsia pink fading into a blush pink to the tips of petals, and the stem had the word 'Ethereal' in it, meaning 'extremely delicate' or 'not of this world'. I don't know why, but something about that word is just so beautiful and pleasing to look at. 

Before I got into the shower, I put on my playlist which had exactly 58 songs on it. The first song was 'Chasing Cars' which was calming but also depressing. I was in one of those moods where I didn't actually know what mood I was in. Blistering water hit my front as I stepped into the shower and I made a sharp, high-pitched squeal. 

Half way through the shower, the play list stopped and my default ringtone replaced it. Almost slipping over and dying, I tried my best to be quick with washing the conditioner out of my hair to see who it was. Please be him. Please be him.

As i flip my phone over, I see that it was my mother calling from the hospital.

"Hi, mom, how's Carl, is everything fine? How did it go" Wow, I really am a loud and long talker. I could talk for hours without realizing.

"Carl's fine, the ladder isn't though" She chuckled. "Are you in the shower, Jayda?! Get off your phone!" Her voice didn't have a serious tone, which surprised me since she's the most serious person that comes to mind. "Call me tomorrow, or later on to tell me how it went."

"How what went?"

"The therapy session!" Diane's voice sounded excited and interested, which she never normally was. Long story short, if I (Jayda) was involved in a story, it was automatically boring. 

"Oh uh" Do I tell her that this gorgeous, charming man took me for a ride in his very very expensive sports car? "Yeah, sure, I'll tell you all about it later." After a few seconds of farewells, she hung up, leaving me to begin hysterically crying in the shower like a child who lost their mommy in the supermarket. 

After I had hopped out the shower with my puffy eyes, I see a text message. It's from Nicholas. 

'Hey Jayda. I'm very sorry, I hadn't had time to call, I've been in my art studio most of the day.'

Surely it was an excuse. My brain stuck with the theory that I was too clingy, and he wanted a break. Perhaps I should text back, however as soon as I picked up the phone, another text came through with a ping.

'Look outside.'

Oh, that's great. I opened the window of which you couldn't see through because it's a bathroom, and there he was. He was wearing a black suit, as he did in the photo on Facebook. He was also doing some weird hand gesture pointing at his chest side to side. Then I realized. I was still naked. 

Immediately, I grabbed the phone to text him, saying:

'You saw nothing!! But also come in, the door's unlocked.' 

When my mother calls me an idiot next time, I should take that into consideration. Now, I was really rushing because I still had to shave my other leg, this night really is.. Amazing. 

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The car journey to where we were going was a mystery, and I hate mysteries. Nicholas glanced at me a couple times, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear stick. Maybe I was dreaming all of this, it was too good to be true, that's for sure. Since I didn't have much time to plan an outfit, I threw on a short, white dress with was backless and tight. I wanted to impress Nicholas and look older than I was, so I also threw on black, six inch platform pumps. I bought a range of heels a while ago, but I've never had the chance to wear any since I didn't go out much apart from trips to the library. I don't know about you, but I personally wouldn't wear six inch heels to a library. 

Nicholas pulled into a car park, which I assumed he's just parked here to walk to another place. There was a five star restaurant in front of us called The Pink Jewel. I'd heard about this place and how expensive it was to get a simple salad alone. Strutting my Black heels out of the parking lot, I hear Nicholas calling out for me.

"Um, where are you going?! Are you going to leave me that soon?" He snickered. My head turned around at him and stared with confusion. "Well, if you insist." He strolled towards me and picked me up as if I was a damsel in distress.

"NICHOLAS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" I hoped that my dress was still covering my tiny ass while giggling like a small child. My hands repeatedly and playfully hit his chest quickly, and my legs had a mind of their own, almost kicking an elderly woman wearing a salmon colored dress and pearls. 

Nicholas carried me into the restaurant and walked right past the waiter, asking how his day was while smiling.

"Have you been here before?" Something in that sentence I said must've been hilarious to him, because he was now howling with laughter. "Is something funny?" 

He cleared his throat, still smiling. "No no, Jayda, It's just that-"

"What, huh, because I'm finding you very hard to read" I now looked like an angry puppy who couldn't have a treat in his arms.

"I, um, I own this place." He placed me down after walking up the stairs into a private room with three waiters and waitresses waiting for him. Instantly, I started to choke on my own saliva.

"Are you kidding me?! Why the hell are you a psychiatrist? You literally own THE PINK JEWEL!" Nothing made any sense now, and my head was spinning as I tried to tell the waitress my order.

"I guess, I like making people feel better about themselves and things around them." He seemed embarrassed but looked up from across the table and tried to smile. "I shouldn't be doing thi-"

"Yes you should." There was a silence. "I mean, I'm enjoying your company, even if you are my therapist." I held his hand and reassured him that everything was fine. Maybe I'm the therapist.

My 'prawn delight' dish arrived, which was a steak topped with king prawns, and salad around the sides. Nicholas ordered a lobster, green bean and radicchio salad. This man could afford a lobster! Okay, I'm definitely dreaming.

"Jayda. There's something I need to tell you." His eyes looked serious and he wouldn't touch his food until I looked up and listened. I told you it was too good to be true.