In His Arms

Chapter 22: Truth Be Told (Baekhyun's POV)

My sleep was disturbed by the loud tone of my phone. I slowly opened my eyes while my hands searched for my phone. As soon as I touched the cold metal and glass screen, I did my best to pull it towards me. There was no way I'll get up just for this. My eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness of my screen. An unregistered number? Who can this be? And why is it calling this early in the morning?

"What?" I asked annoyed. "Baekhyun? Is this Baekhyun?" A man asked on the other side of the line. "Who's this?" I asked still half asleep. "It's Eli." He answered. It was so fast, my body reacted so fast. Suddenly, I wasn't feeling sleepy anymore. Am I hearing things right? Is it really the Eli who married my ex wife? "Hey Baekhyun? Are you still there?" He asked. "Uh. Yeah." I got up and did my best to stay awake. "What's up?" I hesitated to ask. "Where did you get my number? I asked. "Oh. I got it from Seuri noona. You know, the stylist-" "Yeah, I know her. So why did you call? At this hour, really?" I asked. "Let's meet up at the restaurant now." He said. "Wait. You mean now? Why?" I asked confused. "Can you stop asking questions and just go there already. I'm on my way." He said. "Be there or else-" "Or else what?" I cut him off. "You'll miss an opportunity of a life time." He said then hung up.

I suddenly felt confused about this. He's probably one of my enemies but does he want to meet me? Exactly, he's my enemy. He probably wants another fight. But why? Could it be.. he knew what happened last night? Perhaps did Kendra tell him about that little intimacy we both shared with one another? Oh shit, I'm screwed. But he mentioned something about an "opportunity." What could it be? An opportunity to punch him? Shit. Is he really planning to have a physical fight with me? I held my forehead and lightly massaged it. What is this that I have done? What is this mess that I have entered? Ah shit. I'm doomed.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. There's no time for shower. And who showers just to have blood stains? It would be such a waste. So I just washed my face and brushed my teeth. I changed my clothes from my sleepwear to a pair of jeans and a plain white tee. I slipped on a pair of sneakers and wore a black short coat to warm me up. I took my keys and headed downstairs. I rode my car and drove to the restaurant as where Eli told me to go. I stopped the engine and bumped my forehead on the stirring wheel. "Shit. I'm dead." I cursed. I gulped my fright down and I stepped out of the car. It was still slightly dark that the restaurant's lights stood out. A bell rang when I opened the door and entered the resto. Then there I saw Eli, sitting on the same spot where he and his family had lunch the other day. "Hey. Morning." He greeted as he raised his right hand for a wave. "Morning." I said as I walked towards him. When I was already near him, I stood still for a minute. "Well? Have a sit." He sounded too confident, too superior, as always.

I took a deep breath. Should I feel this tense? "Why did you ask me to come over? What do you want?" I asked curious to know his real motives. He looked at me. "I want to have a one on one talk with you. Now, can you sit your ass down?" He asked with a little force in his voice. The conversation haven't started yet but it looks like I already got him pissed. To avoid his rising temper, I followed. I sat down infront of him. "Anything you want?" He asked. "What? No, I-" I wasn't even able to finish my sentence when he raised his hand to order. Quickly, a waiter came. "Get him a coffee, please." He said. "Uh. How do you like your coffee sir?" The waiter asked. Eli pointed at me with two fingers to let him know that he should be asking me, not him. "Uh. Black." I said then the waiter walked away. "So. What is it that you want to talk about?" I asked. He smirked then stirred his coffee. He lifted his cup and took a sip of his beverage. "Isn't it obvious? Kendra. Who else connects the both of us?" He asked sarcasticly.

The waiter came and placed my coffee infront of me. "Look, if this is about last night. I'm sorry, ok? We were carried away. Or atleast I was just carried away." I emphasized. "What about last night?" He asked, looking all clueless to what I just apologized about. "Last night. Me, Kendra. Last night." I said with a tone that made him even curious. "What about 'last night?'" He repeated. "The.. you know. Last night." My volume descended as we stared at each other. "Wait. You don't know?" I asked him. "What are you even talking about?" He asked with eyes that confirmed that he was unaware. "Isn't that the reason why you called me?" I asked. "No, it's not." He answered. Things became pretty awkward. All the while I thought I was screwed. "Then what is?" I asked. "I'll tell you if you tell me what happened last night." He said.