His Precious Lies

03

So instead, I could breathe and wait for my shift. Hugo invited me to go to a place he knew would relieve my fatigue. I don't know how he made me let what he wanted to happen, but eventually he still made me obey.

“You know I'm just here; why don't we just wander around?”

“You know that word rest, dimwit? At your suggestion, you'll make me even more tired, and then maybe I'll be even more weak!” I rudely said.

The truth is, I want to be alone. I would like to give myself some time because, these past weeks and months, my world has always revolved around the hospital and just home. I hope to get a massage. I've wanted to do that for a long time, but I just don't have time for it because I'm busy with work. Furthermore, I'm just an intern, which means I need to learn more from my seniors. It is not easy, but I can handle it so that they can be proud of me and not ashamed of me. That's all, and that's enough for me.

“I'll take you to the hospital after that. I'm confident that you'll like what we're going to do now. You won't really regret it.” Hugo's sales stalk to me; he'd think he would be promoted after saying those words to me.

I moved so quickly to prepare. I didn't realize that I was inside Hugo's car, bathed, dressed, and I no longer smelled saliva; it smelled like mischievousness.

I don't know how he made me agree with what he wanted. But this is me; I don't know what's wrong with him, and he makes me obey his wishes. Wait, doesn't he enchant me? Maybe he's hypnotizing me?

“You know, I don't know what you have, and you always make me do what you want. Tell me, did you enchant me?” I asked him while he was driving.

“You know what's with me? It's just courage, and then if I had enchanted you, we're married now,” he answered me with a smile.

I looked at him badly. As he speaks about marriage, there is no doubt at all.

“Marriage your ass, sir! Even if you enchant me a few more times, I will never marry you!”

“Ouch baby! It was a pain in the ass. You will marry me even without potion, I swear to God,” he said, and he grabbed my hand as he focused his attention on driving.

“Would you stop calling me that kind of endearment? I have a name; Lara, Lara! And please, stop holding me as if I'm yours!” I sighed at him, and once again he held my hand tightly.

As he just laughed and laughed, he was already blushing with laughter. There is nothing funny about what I say. What a fool to park the car and then look at me!

“You—” he pointed his index finger at me round and round while still laughing at me.

Damn madman! He cried even more with laughter!

I just looked at him as both my arms twitched and waited for him to stop laughing.

“What? Are you done? I'm fine now.” I grabbed my bag and got out of his car.

At the same time, it crashed into the other door of the car. I started walking as he called my name. I smiled as I continued to walk. What does he think of me? He's the only one who knows how to make me bad.

I have walked far away from him, maybe because I am no longer there --- I can't continue what was on my mind because I am now floating in my path.

I looked up and looked at my position now. What a crazy creature! He was carrying me in a bridal way. I would have struggled, but---

“Don't move, or else I'll let you go here.” He was threatening me.

I just sucked. The closer our faces are, the more I can smell his fragrant breath.