Hello, My LOVE

SIX

"We're here!" The cab driver said. And I came back to earth.
"Thank you, have a nice day," I said. Although it was almost 7 p.m.  

As he drove away, I contemplated if I should go inside or run away. But I knew I had to. So I went to the lift and reached his penthouse. I always knew that he was Rich, Rich. But it made me a little jealous to know how he had this perfect house and a perfect business and he still had to be a cheap, pathetic excuse of a human being. With that beautiful thought, I knocked on the door.

"HEY! You're late". He muttered.
Yes and fuck you. I wanted to say.
"Yes, traffic." I don't know why but I couldn't seem to say much even though my mind was running thoughts a mile per minute.

"Come inside". And I entered. His house is white, unlike his personality. From the sofa to the carpet. You must be a different kind of rich to have a white carpet.

"Let's eat. Then we can go to our room." He said nonchalantly. And my heart hitched. What does he mean by "our" room? I am one hundred percent sure he is a little psychotic. "Our" room. I can't believe him.

"I already ate." I lied. I don't know why but I did.

"I'm sure you can eat a little more. I made some chicken curry. Come on." He persisted. He can't take a hint. I hate him.

But I love food and he made amazing pasta last time. So after really thinking about it, I said. "No, I can't. I'm not hungry". I don't know what will happen next. And I needed to feel in control so I lied again.

"Tch" he made a disappointed sound. Then said, "Okay! Let's go to our room."

Okay! Stop saying "our" room. But like the coward that I am, I stayed mum.

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After almost an hour of sitting on the bed with his back resting on the bedrest, eating, he said, "How are you feeling?".

This is pure torture. I am sitting awkwardly on one corner of the bed. Not taking any space. While he is eating a delicious meal of chicken curry. The fragrance is killing me. It's making me more hungry. But all I say is, "I'm Okay."

"Are you sure?" He asked again. I don't know what he wants to hear.

"Yes." I hate him. But then my stomach decided to embarrass me and this loud noise came out of it.

"Aha. Do you want some food or not?" He asked again. I think he is a nanny in disguise. What if he's into daddy kink? The fuck, I should read the contract again.

"Yes, I would like some," I said almost disappointed. But he smiled the most genuine smile.

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It was indeed delicious. As I took the last bite, a certain sense of loss came in. Now we are done. Now he will ask me to do something. I wanted this bowl of food to last the whole night so that I could give an excuse.

"Let's watch a movie and be comfortable or your back will kill you Tomorrow."
Yes, I am still sitting uncomfortably. But I don't get what is happening. As my back touches the bedrest I look at him.

"Which Christopher Nolan or Tarantino?" He looked at me. "Harry Potter?"
"What? Are you a kid?" He asked with a funny glint in his eyes.
"Adults can also watch Harry Potter."
"It's a story about a kid in school. I really don't think you are the target audience."
"Don't be rude. We can also watch a rom-com." I said.

"I will never do this again." He looked at the television. And clicked on Brides War.
"What?" I asked before I could stop myself.
"Never ask about your movie choice." I hate him. Also, I'm already stressed enough, but now this will make me insecure about my movie preference.

"Come on now lie down, you can't sit and watch the movie can you?" He said while adjusting himself under the comforter.

"What are we doing?" I asked. I had to.

"Watching a movie, cuddling, and then sleeping. Do you have something else in mind?" And he gave me this amused smirk.

"No," I said. I was scared. I don't know why I bought it. I shouldn't given him any ideas. What if he thought I was desperate and I wanted it? No. Never.

"Okay come on then, I will sleep in a minute. This movie is boring." And I did. I laid next to him as if we were just two normal friends Netflix and chilling.

The moment I got comfortable he asked, "We will go to the hospital on Sunday and bring your father to your house and then you can spend your Sunday with him."

What? I looked at him. The movie is forgotten in the background.
"On Sunday? But I thought I was supposed to spend my Sundays with you." I blurted. Why am I so dumb? I reminded him.

"Yes. Every Sunday. But this time we can make an exception. Your father is very important to you. I know. I understand." He said smiling at me.

I felt some kind of way. He understands. He is playing with my heart. He is playing the part of a nice guy. He is not.

"Okay." I lay there thinking. When he suddenly pulled me closer. I was lying on my side and his arm was laid across my stomach. I am insecure. So I started sucking in my stomach.

"You are not breathing." He reminded me. What a guy. "Breathe. You're perfect". He is back to being the nice guy. I hate him.

But I did end up exhaling and then slowly I started breathing normally but I was still not comfortable. He was too close to me. And what if he chose to do something when I slept?

"You know why I didn't make a move tonight?" He asked. And I stiffened a little more.
"Because I don't want to force you. Pleasure is not one way. And I am not a r*pist." He said calmly.

I was shocked but my body eased a little. Maybe he genuinely cares and understands me. Maybe he is not that bad. Maybe I don't hate him. With this last thought, I got comfortable and sleep took over.
The last I heard was the television being switched off while he pulled me a little more into his embrace.