Have you ever loved me?" The juice was stuck in my throat. I was not able to spit or gulp it down; the same goes for the question. I couldn't answer with either yes or no, as both answers would turn into a disaster in one way or another. I couldn't even sigh in the given situation.
My eyes were glued to the table in fear. "Let me ask an easy one: Have you at least liked me?" Obviously, we were in a relationship for almost two years, so yeah, it meant I liked him somewhat, right? Well, this love and like shit is definitely not for me, as I don't know whether I liked him or not, but I do know I never loved him, and trust me, I am not going to dig my hole by saying that.
"Am I horrible enough?" Once again, Julian, in a calm demeanour, questioned me, which only means he is reaching his limit with me for the day. "Yes," I answered meekly. "Well, fucking answer the damn question." That came louder, and I reached the limit of the day. Just great. I cleared my throat a few times, not contemplating when the answer was on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't speak up for my sanity, nor could I escape the damn situation I pulled myself into.
"I was getting there." The statement earned a cough from Julian. "Exactly where? Liking or loving?" I wanted to rub my forehead so badly as the headache started knocking. "Let's not discuss the love subject, as it's clearly out of the syllabus for you. We were in a relationship for two years, and you were getting to like me, but didn't reach there." Yup, we broke up by that time. "Did I miss anything?" In a mocking tone, Julian questioned me. I should have just broken up and stayed alone. Was it bloody necessary to jump into another one and invite things? "Am I horrible enough?" Oh god, he is going to eat me alive. "It takes time to build things." "For you, it will take centuries, I bet." I groaned at the statement. It wouldn't.
"As you said, we were in a relationship for two years, so it means something, right? I felt something." That came in a low, pathetic voice. "You mean fucking and sleeping life meant something to you?" Great, he is going to bury me alive. "I was trying, and we were busy." "Being a bloody actor, I was busy, but I tried a little to work this shit out. You are being a pathetic photographer. Could have poured more into this shit, right?" I almost puffed out my chest and was about to say that I was loyal when we were together, but beyond that, I did nothing. I swear I haven't tried, either, and please don't ask me why. "We discussed everything before entering the relationship, right?" "You didn't specify that you will be pathetic in this relationship forever." "I kind of did." I was soaked in water, and then only I got to know that those words came out of my mouth.
I pulled the hand key and started wiping my face, and a murmur started in the restaurant. This guy is being a celebrity, gives more perks to turn this into juicy gossip. I will be in the headlines for the wrong reasons by tomorrow.
Julian was glaring at me, hardly controlling himself from lashing out. "Clearly, you don't know what you want or whom you want in your life. You don't know how relationships work or what effort is required to make them work. You have some nerve to date my fucking best friend." Yeah, I agree this is the shittiest thing I have ever done in my life, but I didn't know Jacob was his best friend. "I didn't know he was your best friend. Like you, he came to my studio to get a photoshoot, and after that, he requested to take photos of his new house. We slept once, and yeah, before I knew we were dating." "Wow, that's quite an explanation, and you are far from being a bloody charmer. You have brainwashed the guy. Why the hell are you leading the guy on?" I sighed at that; Jacob is another case. We slept, and after that, I tried to mind my business, but the guy didn't leave me alone. Started pestering me, and I kind of gave in, thinking this would be different. I thought this relationship would work out; I would pour more effort, indulge in everything, and things would be different with this guy. It's been six months, and nothing interests me about the guy. I am loyal to him, and every other behavior is common in both relationships.
I don't know what my exact problem is.
"We both discussed before." "Well, it's been six months. Are there any changes between you guys?" I want to run from here. Please, somebody, help me. "Things are going." "Please don't tempt me; I am hardly managing." I almost rolled my eyes at that, as if he were controlling everything. Now and then, he is successful in grabbing attention through his voice. I am a gentleman over here, behaving. "Have you felt anything for Jacob?" Here we go again, a new additional feeling. Things are going; that's enough, right? "It's been only six months." "Oh, you want that turned into years to feel something?" That definitely depends, and I don't know exactly on what it depends. I want to grab my hair harshly to remove frustration. "I don't know." He started laughing at that. "You are a piece of work; do you even know that? You didn't take advantage of our status, or else I would make sure that you rot in bloody prison." He showed his cell, and someone at another end was listening to the entire conversation, and that someone was Jacob.
Jacob entered the restaurant in anger. We discussed things before that were on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't bring them up because once again, I was bathed in water that was in a jug. This time, there were flashes, recording everything going on openly, and I couldn't even hide my face. "I thought someday things would change between us. Julian tried to talk to me; I even defended you blindly." Jacob seethed at the last sentence. I swear I thought the guy was soft like an ice cream till today. Both of them are blaming me for no bloody reason. "I had explained everything, Jacob; we discussed it before agreeing to date each other." "You fucking said you would fucking try. Have you, at least once?" Nope, I didn't. Please, someone, help me. "You didn't, right?" Jacob asked in a sad tone. I felt slightly guilty for leading the guy; I knew things would be the same with him, too. My sixth sense sometimes would work and caution me; I should have listened.
"You never cared, not even once in a two-year relationship," Julian shouted.
"You never worried about me and my busy schedule." Jacob didn't miss the chance.
"I fucking cheated on you, and you didn't seem to fucking mind; you carried on with your business as if it didn't affect you, you fucking moron." Julian seethed those words. He cheated and had the nerve to seethe after cheating. Gosh, what's wrong with people?
"You never questioned anything. I thought you trusted me, but that wasn't the case; you bloody didn't care for anything." Julian almost jabbed me with his hand. This guy is definitely not the version of the one I was dating.
"You never remembered any fucking important date, but I always would." Hey, that's blunt acquisition, I remembered once, and I even gave him a gift.
"Speaking of important dates, he never cared about our monthly anniversary." Give me a damn break. Is it damn necessary to celebrate every damn month?
"Never took the initiative to take me on a date; if we went, that would always be my bloody idea," Julian shouted. That's a lie; I initiated a few.
Why are they teaming up and accusing me wrongly?
"You never showed up to any success parties." Once again, Julian accused me. This guy always had a plus one to attend the parties, and I should always act like a stranger at those parties. It's annoying. Who in their right mind would attend?
"You never wished me luck on my new project." Oh god, my head started to spin at hearing Jacob's words. I was also getting new models and projects, but he didn't. Duh.
"You never cared for anything in the relationship." That came in unison. I want to hide from today for the time being. I have been captured in HD, and my life will be hell for a few days.
They both were heaving heavily. Are they finally done? I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief and run for my life. Julian, while glaring, moved close to me so we were face-to-face and spoke. "We both decided to date each other?" Jacob also joined Julian, and they both watched my face curiously. I don't know. Why? Julian arced an eyebrow. Oh, they are expecting my input. If my input would get rid of them, so be it. "Good luck," I spoke confidently, smiling with a thumbs up, and I didn't expect them to react by pouring another set of water on me, that too by grabbing from a different table.
I don't know where I went wrong, and I need a bloody verbal discussion rather than being physical. This time, with a sigh, I wiped my face using my hand.
"Karma is a bitch, and mark my words, you are going to taste what you're doing very soon." My sweet ex, Jacob, cursed me louder. I really thought this guy was an angel, and he isn't one.
"Come on, let's go, Jacob; we wasted enough of our time." "You are right. While glaring at me, he continued. I will definitely wait to witness that precious day." I almost coughed. I am going to break everything with them from this second. I won't give them any damn chance to witness any damn thing.
Finally, with a final glare, they were gone, and I didn't waste any more seconds in the restaurant; I bolted out.
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I always wanted to be famous; that was fulfilled for the wrong reasons. Jerk, they not only made my life miserable but also made sure I wouldn't get any new projects for the time being. I am sure I will be jobless for a few months, thanks to my exes.
I never predicted this bloody move from them. Like, seriously! Give the guy a damn break; he is also heartbroken along with them. Little sympathy is all he was asking for. My face was already on every social media platform and also some news channels, and was it really necessary to sabotage my business? Damn them.
Here, jobless and hunting for one. I have already applied for a few, and thank God, I received a call from Nolan Company. The famous Isaiah Nolan is hiring skilled photographers for his studio.
I was in the lobby of the famous Nolan Company. It's basically a massive studio, known for producing many reputable photographers who now work in different parts of the world. I sighed when I saw the number of candidates who were there to attend the interview. God, there is an unemployment crisis in the photography department, too, and I never knew.
The receptionist gave me a number and instructed me to occupy the nearby chair, and I obliged. All the candidates were seated on the chairs; a few names were called. It took hours; finally, they selected five candidates, and I was one of them. I had submitted my resume along with my photography profile; I guess they have selected based on that. I don't know whether they are going to pump out more, but for now, something is better than nothing. The same receptionist instructed us to come tomorrow at 10 am sharp, and further instructions would be given tomorrow.
The next day, we were in the conference room, and they gave us a few instructions, and ID cards were distributed. Instructions were simple; training would be given and various tasks too, and they wanted us to be updated and be capable of adopting things very quickly. Thank God my savings were on the verge of getting drained. I started to get worried when I thought of monthly bills. It's not like I didn't have a backup plan, but it was the last option when nothing worked out. Some angel is protecting this orphan.
The conference hall went still as a person entered the hall, and it was none other than Isaiah Nolan. Well, I don't have words to describe the guy; only a huff left my mouth. Not again. I am not going to fall for another rich snob, nope. I can't make connections with the rich guys, and I don't know why. Two relationships turned into disasters, and I know the problem is me. Rich people and I don't get along. I should find someone who fits my criteria and status. All these thoughts ran in my mind frantically, but I couldn't take my eyes from the guy, and whatever he was addressing was not entering my mind. It's just the whole persona; that's it, nothing else. He is so charming, and yeah, a little bit, my mind was captured.
"You are going to prove your skill; that will be your first task. Once I evaluate that, I am going to assign further tasks based on your performance. Well, good luck, guys." He gave a curt nod, a sharp smile, and exited from the cabin. Prove my skill; I love to, but where exactly? I should have listened rather than indulging in my thoughts.
The newcomers started exiting the room, and I promptly mimicked them. A few guys were glancing at me; well, my achievement is impeccable, but still, I try to maintain my innocent status. We were in the hall and started introducing each other; they wanted to dig more, especially with me, but by that time, the receptionist called us.
A room, along with a male model, was assigned to each one of us to test our photography skills. I entered the assigned room, and my eyes fell on the camera, which was a Canon EOS R6 model. I had tried this one on a model before, so I know how to work on this one, except the model is missing. My eyes scanned the room. There were two doors; maybe he was dressing up.
The main door opened, and Isaiah walked gracefully. Well, keep in mind he is rich, and you don't get along with rich people. Another door opened, and another person joined us. Momentarily, my eyes left the camera and fell on the model. I stumbled a little when I saw him naked; he had stripped every damn thing. Is he out of his damn mind? The model chuckled in return when he saw my reaction. "You are capturing him through those lenses," Isaiah spoke, not bothered by his nakedness. My eyes once again fell on the model who had a cocky grin on his face, and I couldn't take that nakedness anymore. "Give me a minute." By saying that, I dashed out of the room.
As I exited the cabin, I collided with the assistant, Mr. Gabriel Wyatt, Isaiah's assistant, probably in his 50s. I don't know what got into me, and I started complaining. "Is he out of his mind?" He wasn't bothered by my sudden complaining, without prior notice. "Probably, sometimes." Was that a joke? "He wants me to capture a naked person, a naked one," I stress the word one more time, like it's a sin word. "He does that all the time; it's nothing. Just take the photos however you want." I squinted my eyes at that. "He is naked." "And." Right, why the hell am I complaining? I have not taken a picture of any naked person, but that doesn't mean I can't try to take one. I don't know how the hell I am going to do this shit when his thing will be jiggling.
I walked back to the room. Isaiah and the male model were having a conversation. As I entered, the model smirked in return, and Isaiah rolled his eyes. Can't they give the guy a break? I joined them without uttering a word. "Don't tell me you went to relieve yourself." Isaiah spoke sarcastically; he didn't just say that. Well, it's official, Rich and I don't get along. "I would have if you were in his place." The model's eyes went wide at that, and Isaiah glared at me. Well, he asked for it. "Well, I am wounded." The model replied. "I am glad," I replied without any remorse. "You are acting like this is the first time you are meeting a person who is naked." I huffed at that. "I always met them within four walls." Model chuckled at that. "Oh, are you gay? Still, you ran; now I am really wounded." "Would you both stop and get to work? I don't have the whole day." He turned toward me. "Click the picture, however you want. I want to know where you lack and also where you are good at." I sighed. Why naked, though? He turned and marched toward the main door.
I faced the model and gestured him to the place where the set was, and he followed me with a pout.
The first few photos were awkward as I hesitated to watch his nakedness so openly. By the end of the day, I made up my mind about the nakedness, and I took a resolution to get used to this at the earliest. The day ended with lots of work and tiredness.
The next day, the five guys were in the conference. Isaiah studied yesterday's work, and there was more criticism on each work, especially mine, which carried a lot of it. He gave us a few tips and told us to study a few lenses for the day. He has invested too much in all of us and is expecting something. I don't know what exactly he is seeking from us, a perfectionist or something else.
I was in the cafeteria. After getting my order, I searched for a place to sit, and I saw Gabriel, who was drinking coffee. I was in front of him, and he nodded at me. "Your boss is too invested, and I am not getting why." "He is a perfectionist, and he wants the best from the current group, I mean, from yours." I rolled my eyes at that. "Is he always like this with every group?" "He usually recruits one or two every year; that's it, no more than that." "And this year, five." "He has his reason." "And?" I was damn curious now. "Well, he had a physical thing with one of the photographers, named Jamin, for a few years. He wanted more, but Isaiah doesn't do relationships." I don't think that's the end of the story. There is more. "And." He sipped the drink slowly and spoke. "Well, the guy was enraged because of him; we were getting lots of business and deals, and he challenged Isaiah. Now, he is working with our competitors and snatching most of our deals. Isaiah didn't mind, but there is an upcoming event. Jamin has openly challenged Isaiah. Yeah, Isaiah took it personally." Well, that sucks. "He didn't take rejection very well." He chuckled at that. "I guess." "So, Isaiah is single?" I don't know why I wanted to clarify that point. "Yes, and you missed the point," I hummed in satisfaction at the "yes" thing. "I never thought assistants would be this liberal and share everything about their boss." He scoffed at that. "I try my best to caution everyone." I was perplexed. "About what?" He sighed, and I don't know why. "Have a nice day, Dimitri."
In case you are wondering, I am Dimitri Hudson.
The next day, I went cheerfully to the company, and when Isaiah entered, I greeted him with a gleeful smile. This isn't me, and I don't know what happened to me. Isaiah acknowledged by nodding his head. It's barely morning, and he looks tired. I was beside his assistant, who was walking behind Isaiah and spoke. "He looks tired." "Work pressure." "Did he have breakfast?" "Usually, he skips food, and someone needs to remind him." I didn't like the statement a bit. Half of the day we were out of work, and we five explored the company and chatted with each other. Well, I cleared all their doubts about my videos and other gossip.
In the afternoon, I knocked on Isaiah's cabin. When I heard come in, slowly, I went and placed food in front of him, and in the same way, I exited his cabin too. When I was out of the door, I exhaled the breath I had held the whole time.
In the afternoon, we were in the conference room, and there was a brief description about the upcoming event, the criteria, and other things. Well, things are getting real. The manager informed us to discuss the event among ourselves and also told us to make a note. Yeah, right like hell. I excused myself for the washroom and took the elevator to the Isaiah floor. The cabin was empty, and the food was untouched. It was his favorite. I have taken note of what he prefers and what he usually doesn't prefer to eat. Damn this guy, he is ignoring his health over a bloody event.
Days rolled by; I didn't miss greeting him, food, and coffee on time. He scolded a few times to mind my business, and there are people to bring his food. I didn't mind a bit of his scolding and followed my routine. I also added his favorite beverages to my list. Most of the time, things were found in the dustbin, and I tried my best not to confront him and go with the flow.
The next day, when Isaiah entered, I greeted him in my usual voice and handed him his preferred coffee. He glared at that, and I brushed it off like usual. "You should stop doing this and concentrate on the upcoming event." "I can do both." He sighed at that. "I have hired a person for these kinds of things." "Don't pay me, and I am not stealing anyone's job." "You are not getting the point." "I am looking after my boss; that's not a crime." He glared, turned harsher. "I know what the hell you are doing, back off while you can." That came out louder and was successful in gaining attention. "I like taking care of you, boss." "You don't get it, do you?" "Exactly, which part? The taking care part, I will do that whether you like it or not. As I said, it's no crime." By closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't have time for this." By saying that, he started walking. "Please have the coffee; you need energy for the whole day." I managed to remind him. He scoffed and left.
It was afternoon; I was going to check some details of the previous event on a different floor, and I had the privilege of sharing the elevator with Isaiah, who looked dead to the world. "You are drained; it's only a half day." He kept scrolling his cell, treating me like air. "Did you have food?" he ignored my question. "It's not always about winning," I tried once again. "You are jeopardizing your health." "Will you shut up? I don't want any advice from a loser." "A guy becomes a loser only if he enters into something and fails, and you wouldn't hire me if I didn't meet your requirements." He groaned. "Just shut up." "I will definitely just look after your health; you have lost some weight." Once the elevator reached the floor, he dashed out. I huffed. It's not all about winning every damn time.
It was photoshoot day, once again; nakedness will be overloaded. I entered my assigned room, and Isaiah and the model were smiling at something. 'Jealousy is the term I never used in life, and now I grit my teeth at them. "For the love of God, don't show off your glory all the bloody time. Try to cover something at the main damn parts. The model, George, huffed in return. "You are wounding me all the time." "Show some respect to your boss." "Isaiah is aware of everything about me as we slept before". I don't know why I glared at Isaiah, like it was any of my business. "Really, show some mercy on me." "It was a long time before, just once." Isaiah rebuked. Nope, he clarified, and I don't know why I liked his answers. Still, I handed the shorts to the model, and by rolling his eyes, George put them on.
"Well, if you are done, let's concentrate on today's task." Isaiah directed that towards me. Well, another naked session. "Yes, boss." By saying that, I handed him his drinks, which he took without any complaint. Some improvement. "The task, photos should be provoking, charming, and inviting at the same time." I squinted my eyes in confusion, and Isaiah rolled his eyes. He scratched his forehead using his hand, probably thinking. "Like, igniting something in you, while looking at the photos." I don't know whether I got it or not; for now, I let him believe I do get the point. So, I slowly nodded my head. "Is nakedness really necessary?" I don't know; seeing the model naked is killing me. "Just get the damn photos, however you want." By saying that, he started walking toward the door while sipping the coffee. I smiled at that. "Well, lover boy, let's work on the task." Now, my mind started running. What exactly does he mean?
"Please wear damn pants." He was confused and perplexed at that. "Are you sure?" "I don't know; just wear something, but don't cover your upper part." By nodding his head, he grabbed the pants and was in front of me for further instruction. "Give me the aftereffects of sex." He was taken aback at that, clearly confused. "After orgasm face." I elaborated, but he didn't budge from the place, still confused. I huffed at that. "Try to get aroused. I will take care of the rest." Now it has got his full attention. "In front of you." "Well, I am the photographer." "Can I use my hand?" "Can't you remember someone or something other than Isaiah?" He chuckled at that. "I can, of course, but not Isaiah, but my current boyfriend," I nodded at that. "Remember and devour the sex scene and leave the rest to me." "Ok, boss." He was in his dreamland, and I fixed my eyes on him through the lens, patiently waiting for the perfect shot.
The next day, I was called by Isaiah, and when I heard, come in, I entered. My eyes immediately fell on Isaiah and also on the opposite person, none other than Julian. I wanted to make a bad U-turn, but obviously I couldn't. I slowly entered the cabin, and I silently placed Isaiah's drink in front of him. Isaiah told me to take a seat beside Julian, and I obliged. "As you know, Julian is a famous actor, and before, we worked together on a photoshoot. Now, there is an upcoming movie, and the photoshoot is our responsibility, and you are handling it." I knew the world was too small, but I never thought this small. I thought I got a permanent break from exes, but no, the universe is against me for unknown reasons. I slowly nodded at Isaiah, who stared at me in return. What, give me a damn break for the guy? Speaking is never easy when my exes and the guy I am crushing on face each other.
"When will you and your co-actress be available, Julian?" Isaiah directed towards Julian. "Day after tomorrow would be fine, I guess. Still, I will confirm with Angela and get back to you." Isaiah nodded. "Ping me with timings, ok?" "Of course, I will." They stood, and I was rooted on the spot. I don't have the nerve to move my muscles. Isaiah walked toward the door and bid goodbye to Julian, and I sighed in return. Small bloody world, and I am not a criminal, but I am acting like one.
"Well, that was odd," Isaiah said, sipping his coffee. "What coffee? It's your usual." "Now, you are running your mouth damn well." What happened a few minutes ago?" "Well, shit happens, and sometimes we are forced to face the same thing." "Wow, it's getting interesting, and I am curious." "Why won't you? I have things to do; I will get going." "Those were damn perfect." Suddenly, Isaiah changed the topic, and my mind went blank. "Photos, I liked it. "I knew I was something," and I smiled broadly at that. "Work on that and improve on those shots." I nodded at that but didn't budge from the place. Isaiah sighed and spoke. "Anything else?" It's now or never. "Can we grab dinner or lunch together sometime?" Isaiah studied me for a second, and when I kept my serious face, his eyes fell back on the file that was in front of him. "Get out." Better luck next time. I didn't try my luck one more time; he may kick me out of the company.
It was the day I was going to meet Julian once again for the photoshoot. I really hope this will be my last meeting, but deep down, I know I am cursed with a few things. Like this, meeting my exes randomly. It's not random, but the least expected situation.
Julian, actress Angela, and Isaiah were discussing something when I entered the room. I handed the drink to Isaiah and walked toward the camera. It was a romantic comedy and thriller combination, and the budget was huge. There is a rumor that Julian's assets have increased by 30% through this film. He turned into a golden boy, and whatever he touches turns into damn gold, unlike me. Stuck where I am.
They both changed their dresses and started posing. Isaiah was beside me, guiding them and me. I didn't like a few of his ideas and tried to alter them after discussing them with Isaiah. Half of the day, we went on a photoshoot, and we packed for the day after scheduling the next meeting.
It was evening, and Isaiah and Julian were side by side checking the pictures in the computer, altering them, and deciding whether to keep a few pictures or not. I stood beside Isaiah after placing the food in front of him. He moved the food to his right side and started working on the picture. Nothing was running, but the food was getting cold. So, once again, I kept the food in front of him. He glared at me, which I got used to, and started having the same. Julian suddenly turned toward me, and there were so many things running through his face. Disappointment was the first one to notice, and I averted my gaze. He watched everything unfolding, and I was such a fool to show the side that I never showed to anyone. Just great, Dimitri, you suck at everything.
The room started to suffocate, and I couldn't stay in the same room with these two, especially around Julian. I know I was a jerk in the relationship with him, but sue me if I didn't develop anything at that time. I had cleared things before entering the relationship, I reminded myself for the umpteenth time, but still, I started to feel guilty. I excused myself and exited the room. Julian's face dropped a little, and I couldn't bear another second in the room.
I don't know what will happen to me around Isaiah. I do things I have never done for anyone in my entire lifetime. Granted, I had only two relationships, but still, I never poured 1% effort. With Isaiah, I am pouring too much, and I don't know how and why. I want to take care of him, want something with him, and I am ready to do anything. This is not me, but hear totally in the mercy of Isaiah.
"You are groaning and grunting." George joined me, and I halted my steps. I faced George and spoke. "I don't know what's happening with me." I poured out my frustration a little, and he nodded in return. "Isaiah is a classy asshole." "That he is." There was some satisfaction. "Things don't make sense with him." He rolled his eyes at that; I don't know why. "He is also a jerk and playing hard to get." He chuckled at that. "Well, you still have time." I don't know why he said that. "But I am not letting him slip that easily. I was never a dedicated and pursuing type; he evoked those things, and I am going to get him." He took a close-up of me, I mean, too close, studying me or something. "Once again, you missed the point." That's all he said and started walking. I stood confused.
For the event, Nainital's and my photos were selected by the board. We were busy, and Isaiah was on our ass, seeking perfection. If he were on my ass for some other reason, I would definitely not complain this much, but trust me, he is doing everything to show hell for both Nainital and me. I never missed bringing his food and beverages, and also gave a gentle reminder about having the same.
Time was ticking; it was the day of the result announcement, and Isaiah was pacing around the conference room. Well, we did our best; the rest is left to the top-seated assholes. I told Isaiah to take a seat twice, but the guy was as stubborn as hell. He glared in return, and I tried to shut my mouth for a while. George, seated beside me, was calm and composed, unlike his boss. Isaiah's cell started ringing, and we went on high alert. I thought he would be frantic when he received the call, but no, all of a sudden, he was calm.
He spoke for a few minutes and disconnected the call. He exhaled a strong breath and leaned on the chair. If there is no good news, it's going to have a strong impact on me. For the first time, I prayed for the unknown entity. Isaiah met everyone's face, except mine, for which I was about to pout, and smiled. "Nainital won the event," He thanked everyone and exhaled a satisfying breath. George smiled and congratulated both of us. I didn't deserve to share this victory; seriously, though, Nainital is damn good at his work. I gave my regards to Nainital, who was beside me, and he returned regards by patting my shoulder. I smiled at that. After a brief talk with everyone, Isaiah started walking, and I promptly followed him, like a lost puppy.
Isaiah entered his cabin with a groan, which I instantly ignored without any delay. He started typing on his computer, and I took my seat in front of him. I received a notification, and I checked. It was from the company mail, and Isaiah announced a bonus for everyone. Of course, not equal sharing for everyone; based on experience, it will be distributed. I smiled when I was done reading the email, and something shifted in me, and I was more determined to get him like never before.
"Congratulations," I conveyed my regard. I know he is damn happy for his own reason, and he grunted in return. "So, you are happy, and we should grab dinner together." He watched me with a sly smirk on his face. "You won't miss a chance, right?" I huffed at that. "I bet you know my history, and I don't do dating. This guy, you know who, challenged me and waited for my yes for almost two years. I didn't give in, didn't budge from my decision; "no" means "no." As I said, he is a stubborn asshole. "He is not worthy, I bet." He gave me an 'Are you crazy?' look. "He is the top one in his field and has won so many competitions." "That doesn't count, as his worthy," I stress my point. "Whatever, my point is I never date, and I don't do relationships." "That can change anytime." He glared at that. "It won't." "It will, and I am going to wait for your yes." "I don't know where you are getting this confidence from; like, seriously, do you really think I would date you? You must be in your dreamy world; get out of it. "Let me stay in my dreamland; at least over there I can do whatever I want." He scoffed at that, and I rolled my eyes. "Well, I am done being a good person and cautioning you." "Well, I am not done yet; take as many days as you want." He chuckled at that. "Days, you're really out of your mind! If you wait for years, too, I am not going to date you. Mark my words." "Well, we'll see." He grunted something underneath and started working on something. I stayed glued in front of him.
Suddenly, he took his eyes from the laptop and saw me—like, really saw me—and spoke. "If you are ok for a one-time thing, I can give it a thought." I didn't get the meaning behind it; I slowly rewind the words and scoffed at that. "No, one time; I want many times for a lifetime." "You can think over it." "I want you for a lifetime; nothing is going to calm down in one time." So many things ran on his face, and as you know, I am not a great face reader, so I just saw his fluctuation of feelings. His whole face turned a little red for no reason. "Well, your loss." That's all he said, and his eyes fell on the laptop. What loss was he talking about? "It's a lifetime gain." I gave a conclusion for this part of the conversation.
"You should go and celebrate with your colleagues. I gave half of the day off for that purpose." They come and go; a few stay, but what about him? Can't miss these types of chances. "It's ok; I love staying over here." "It's my cabin, and you are not allowed; get out!" "I am not even disturbing you." "You won't shut up for even a minute." He grunts those words. Well, he is right on that part.
"Well, what's your plan for the holidays? For 10 days, there must be a plan." He took his eyes from the laptop and sighed at that. "It's been a year since I visited my family. I am going to meet my family during this holiday." I wish I could have someone like that, at least relatives. Being an orphan is such a disaster. "If I miss this holiday, they are going to come, and my siblings will kill me." He continued further. Now and then, he will make conversation easy without glaring, sassing, or using sarcasm. "You have siblings? How many?" He chuckled at that. "Yup, and five of them. Three elder brothers and two elder sisters." Wow, I was dumbfounded at that one. "Wow, big family!" "Oh god, you have no idea; they are all married and have children.My parents' place will be overflowing, filled with my nieces and nephews."Wow," I couldn't close my mouth at that information, stunned on the spot. One of the reasons I want to stay single forever is to be without any chaos. "One of the reasons why I love to stay single. My nieces and nephews are enough to cover everything that I am missing, and I am going to miss in the future." I hummed in dissatisfaction. "We can skip the kids' part in our lives," I tried to build some confidence. "Our life, in your damn dream." I sighed at that. This guy is going to suck my blood in this life.
"At least you are enjoying your vocation, unlike me." It was time to play my card. "You can always visit your family." "I am an orphan with no relatives or friends." He was a little bit shocked by hearing that. I hope this pity card works on him. He tried to clear his throat many times. It's not that bad if you ask me; maybe I have gotten used to being this way. "I am sorry." He spoke slowly, with a little bit of sentiment. He is falling; just a few more strings, and my plan will be on board. "It's ok; I am not lucky enough to enjoy being around family, unlike you. I don't know how it feels to be around family members." One more card; I hope he just gives in. "Yeah, it's good to have them." He is really lost for words. "I don't know because I have never been around family. Growing up as an orphan suck; I was never lucky enough to enjoy family life, but I hope you enjoy it." He nodded his head, totally lost. He is getting there; one more strike. "I hope you cover my part and enjoy double time with your family. You know I can't; I would never." He averted his eyes and was in thought. I know I hit the spot.
We were silent, and softly he opened his mouth after thinking and weighing the words. "You could come with me if you want." I hit the damn jackpot. I tried not to react so soon, just to confirm. "Are you sure? I may intrude on your family time." "No, no, my family always insists that I bring someone along with me. They like to get connected with my friends." For now, I can go with a friend tag, but not too long, though. "But I have already booked a flight." I gave him a charming smile in return. "I have, on the same time and day I am travelling with you." His eyes went wide and flared with his nose. "You fucking planned this? How? He stopped his ranting and was in thought. I swear I will fire George from his place." I chuckled at that. "No, you won't; he is like a father figure in your life, and you have a lot of soft corners over him." He huffed at that. "You are going too far; put the brakes somewhere." I chuckled at that. "This is something I have never done, doing willingly and never going to stop till I get you on a dinner date." He snorted in return. "In your fucking dream," I leaned on the chair. "At least it gives me hope, unlike you." "Whatever." "You will be a friend and act like one in front of my family." I gave him a cheeky smile in return. "Of course," by patting on my chest, I continued. I am a man of my word. Friend, it is."
I couldn't stop my excitement the whole way; this giddy feeling of meeting his family was killing me. I should behave my best and impress them. I took an oath while I stepped off the plane. It was a 30-minute ride from the airport, and in no time, we reached Isaiah's place. "You are behaving." He grunted while knocking on the door, and nothing went into my head as I was eagerly waiting to meet everyone.
His mom opened the door with a huge smile on her face and hugged him immediately. When the hug was done, he curtly introduced me to his mother. I almost wanted to roll my eyes at that; there was not a little bit of emotion while saying my name. Soon, the crowd was gathered, and I couldn't stop smiling at each one of them. I received hugs from almost all of them, and their nieces and nephews were the cutest in heaven.
While I was young, around 10, I missed having a family or relatives, but while growing up, I didn't miss any of it. I got used to everything so soon and easily, but seeing Isaiah's family, I am getting what I have missed my whole life. This is precious, growing along with the family, depending on them and sharing with them every tiny detail. It's absolutely heartwarming. I saw a non-stop smile on Isaiah's face and, here and there, a low grunt; none other than he was damn happy. I was smiling along with him, for no reason. I didn't feel awkward or get an unwelcoming sign from anyone, and it was pure bliss.
By evening, I blended with everyone. Before, it was just a task of mine to impress Isaiah, but it turned into much more than a mere task. I wanted to preserve this and bask in this for my entire life. I helped his mother, Mrs. Marvin, in the kitchen; his sisters with the selection of something; and played with the kids. While playing games, I got along with his brothers and also with his brother-in-law. I don't know where I hid this talent, but I aced it, trust me.
The first three days went in chaos; in the meantime, my goofy, soft smile had its effect and Mrs. Marvin cautioned me to call her mother. Oh boy, I am remarkable. We were having breakfast when I saw Isaiah dressed up. I was helping his mother return the plate to the sink, and he rolled his eyes. "I thought you forgot." His mother spoke. "You know I would never miss, Mom." She nodded at the riddle, and I was damn curious. "Take Dimitri with you." I immediately stepped in front of Isaiah. "No, he is having his best time with you, and I don't want to disturb him." I wanted to whine at that. "Shut up; he is done with helping. He will be bored; take him. " I saw Isaiah, who sighed in return.
We were in the car, and Isaiah was driving. There was only one question at the tip of my tongue, but I held back. A few more minutes, and I will get my answers. Keep your patience. I repeated the sentence in my head. Isaiah stopped in front of the cemetery. Well, this just got more interesting. By carrying the flowers, he started walking, and I followed him. He stopped in front of a tomb and, as curious as I was, glanced at the name; it was Stephan Hill. He was 21 when he did, and I didn't like him for no reason, and Isaiah went silent all of a sudden. Obviously, he was sad, but he had better keep that aside and talk to me about this guy. Please don't tell me he is the reason he is not interested in having a relationship with anyone. Dead or not, I won't spare this guy.
I don't know when, but I started glaring at the tome, and of course, Isaiah noticed me. "For God's sake, the guy is dead; stop glaring at the tomb. He is only my best friend and died in a car accident." Something relieved me; my posture totally turned into a sad one. Well, at least I tried my best. Isaiah placed the flower and stayed there for a few minutes. I stood beside him, praying that this would get over with. Being in the tomb, he is getting much more attention than I, and I didn't like it a bit.
We were in the car; I thought it would be another boring ride, and he would take me right back to his home, but I was surprised when he stopped in front of a shopping mall. "We are out; let's do something meaningful. For now, shopping, and I will show a few other places, and at last, let's hit a club." I nodded my head repeatedly. I waited for this for a long time; a simple dinner would be enough, but now I am spending half of the day with him, doing a couple of things. A guy could dream; he surely poured into mine by taking me out. "Don't overthink. I am doing this because you are my guest." I never asked for the final touch. I groaned and got out of the car.
Together we explored the city, his city. He showed me where he went to school, college, the playground, and the park. He also showed me his first crush, who was female. Now, she is married with kids; thank God for that. He introduced me to a few teachers when we visited his school with a friend tag; something is better than nothing. We tried his favorite cuisines; after purchasing a few other things, we hit the pub.
The pub was full of loud music, and the dance floor was full. I never thought Isaiah would like this, I mean, crowds and loud things. Many heads turned toward Isaiah as we passed. The world was testing my limits. I groaned and grunted for them to back off. I really thought of writing a signboard and placing it in front of Isaiah as: 'He is mine; back off.' sufficient right. A few didn't take the clue, openly ogling, giving their charming smiles, and offering bloody drinks. Isaiah gladly accepted everything. I swear he has sworn to break my heart. "You can do anything behind my back, but don't do it in front of me." I gritted those words out, and he was amused for no reason. "I didn't plan to, as I am a good host." I exhaled a satisfying breath.
It was midnight when we reached back, and I felt giddy as if he were going to kiss me. I turned shameless, too. "This day would be complete with a kiss, don't you think?" Isaiah stopped his step abruptly; he scrutinized me from head to toe. I coughed at that. "You do dream beyond your limit," he added after certain scrutiny, and I huffed as the sentence didn't have any effect on me. "You should have some limit." By saying that, he started walking without any remorse. I followed. In dreams, why would someone draw the bloody line?
The following days went by playing with his nieces and nephews. His sisters were pulling my leg, asking what our relationship was, and his brothers playfully cautioned me that I would get my heart broken. I ignored those awful remarks and stayed hopeful. I know he is going to break my heart now, but I will be persistent and will never let him go.
I don't know why the phrase "karma is a bitch" started to slightly haunt me. Don't tell me Jacob's curse is working on me this way. Well, let it be, as if I have anything else to lose other than my heart. I helped Marvin while preparing the snacks and was a perfect photographer for his sisters. I nailed my role and made sure there was some effect of my departure once I left the place. Well, I sound like some sociopath, which I am not. I like Isaiah for now, but I know somewhere I've hardly fallen for him.
With hugs and goodbyes, we were on the plane. I was a little sad, but I was also damn happy with the development. His mom murmured in my ears, wishing me luck, and I showed my full tooth in return. "We should do this more often," I told Isaiah, taking him off guard. "In case if you have forgotten, they are my family," He remind that every damn minute. "There is an open invitation from your parents." He groaned at that. "This is a one-time thing, got it?" My face fell at that. He is a jerk for sure. "Whatever, I can always find another family." He squinted his eyes at that. "Exactly how?" "I just wanted to get back to you. Don't ask me these kinds of questions where there is no answer." He chuckled at that. "Unbelievable." By saying that, he leaned on the seat, and my eyes were on the window.
"So," I started, and he sighed. "We should do that dinner thing," I tried my luck once again. "Keep dreaming." "I have been doing that for the past nine months. Can't we have just one dinner?" "Why would I do that?" "So, I can back off once and for all and never ask you anything anymore." He turned and faced me with a serious look. "One dinner and you will stop." My eyes went wide at that. "Yes, one dinner, I will stop irritating you and back off." He considered my words. Does he really think I am serious? If he does think, then he is out of your mind. "Let me think about it." I smiled wider at that and nodded my head enthusiastically.
The whole way, I couldn't hide a smile. He groaned and grunted at seeing how I was acting.
As I entered the building the next day, I was energetic and beaming with a smile. George noticed but just rolled his eyes in return. The old man is jealous of me. I eagerly and patiently waited for further proceedings. I don't want to keep on annoying him by asking the same question, so I kept quiet for a week.
Please don't tell me he gave me false hope just to get his back off me. If that were the case, I swear I would stop everything forever. With a resolution, I entered his cabin to confront him. He was buried in files. Momentarily, he took his eyes off the file and met mine. "I swear I forgot; there was so much work, sorry. This Saturday, ok? You can book any restaurant and inform me of the timings." I slowly nodded my head and exited the cabin. There was a warm feeling when he explained without me asking for it. That meant something, right?
Isaiah picked me, and we were on the way to the restaurant. It was not luxurious, but a good and comforting one. Isaiah will definitely like it, and the food is damn tasty. I have done thorough background checks before booking. First impressions are the best ones.
We entered the restaurant, and we were guided to our respective tables. I started checking the surroundings while Isaiah was checking the menu. I was in shock and stunned on the spot. This world should never be this small, only to me. Why does everyone dislike me so badly? I rubbed my eyes and checked just to confirm. They were there; the universe is taking revenge on me for an unknown crime I committed in the past. Julian and Jacob were on the opposite side, sipping something and talking leisurely. No, no, no! I wanted to scream and run from here.
Isaiah saw my distressed face and turned to see the couple. Once again, his eyes met mine, and I gulped. A sly smile played on his lips. Oh god no, he is not doing this on our first date. I prayed, and he turned, waved at Julian, and ushered them to join the table. I ducked my face for no reason.
Suddenly, the menu list gained my undivided attention. Julian introduced Jacob to Isaiah, and Julian and Jacob groaned as they faced me. The day couldn't get any better. I momentarily faced Isaiah, who had a coy smile on his face, and I just didn't know what to do other than invest in the menu. I have never hated anyone in my life; Isaiah is at the top of my list. I hate the guy so much right now.
"Well, what do we have here?" Julian spoke, trying to act normal, but I know he has lots of questions. "Hope we are not intruding." Julian once again spoke, facing Isaiah. I didn't take my eyes from the menu, and I could feel Jacob's eyes on me. The guy is not an angel anymore, I reminded myself and tried my best to ignore him. "Just a dinner date," Isaiah said so casually, and I didn't like it a bit. The table went silent. If I am lucky, let this silence be this way throughout the dinner. I just want to be done with it already.
"Dinner date." Slowly, Julian spoke, testing the words in his mouth. "Like, dinner, dinner date." Once again, Julian poked the words. "Yes, it's a dinner date," Isaiah answered Julian, and both Julian and Jacob were shocked. "He pestered me for nine months for this date." Isaiah clarified further. I am sure they didn't ask that part. Well, their face was priceless. "Who, him?" Jacob pointed toward me, and I wanted to groan at that. "Yes, him. He made my life hell by asking the same thing until I gave in. Pulling stunts just to get my attention, he tried his best to impress me, whatnot." He huffed at that. "I am sure they don't want an explanation with details." I tried my best to divert this whole conversation, which is getting out of my hands. "I am sure they are curious; nothing wrong in highlighting a few things about you and the reasons why I am here?" There was something sinister running in his undertone, and I am not an idiot.
Julian and Jacob were in shock and were out of words. The table once again went silent, and this silence was not calming or welcoming. "You are kidding, right?" Jacob, with his soft voice, and one couldn't miss the anger that was radiating from him. "No, he has become a delivery boy. He was looking after my eating schedule, delivering food and making sure that I was eating on time. " Oh, oh, what the hell is he doing? I am not going alive from this restaurant. Once again, silence, taking their time to digest the sentence. I don't know how to react to this situation; shutting my mouth is a good thing, and trying to calm the situation may turn into a disaster.
"Oh." That's all left from Jacob, and Julian was staring straight, and I don't know who his target was, and I really hope I will be sidetracked. "For nine months, he did those things," Julian said calmly. "When I visited your company, I thought he was being hired to do that job, but never thought he dared to go after you, Isaiah Nolan." Is he insulting me? "He can take care of someone; that's odd," Jacob added in a more insulting manner. They should give me a bloody break; enough is enough, right?
Sentence after sentence, these pauses are nerve-wracking, and it feels like a storm will hit any time soon. "For sure, he can pick up the guys." Julian jabbed with words. What's that supposed to mean? "It's the way around; he sure knows how to lure the guys in and make them fall for him." And I can't take this shit anymore. "I never act in such a way; stop blaming me like I am some kind of villain." "Well, you were kind of in our lives," Julian countered. Are they serious? "We discussed before entering the relationship." "Yeah, right back to the pathetic thing, and here you are being a hero." "What can I say? I am attracted, and things are happening without my consent." They both were irritated even more. Now, what? I am done taking their bullshit. I know how I behaved with them, and I can't help it. They'd better suck it up and leave me alone.
"Well, this is getting interesting. He is telling something so loudly," Julian spoke, slowly weighing each word. "What else has he done, Isaiah? I mean out of the ordinary." Isaiah pondered for a while; oh, I know what is coming next. This guy is not sparing me tonight, and he is making sure to throw me to these crocodiles. "He managed to meet my family." That was the final blow for the day, and I know I am fucking done with them. I reached the limit for the day, especially with my two-year relationship guy. Suddenly, things went silent, too silent, I mean, it felt like the entire restaurant went pin-drop silent. "Guess what? He managed to earn the trust of my parents; my siblings love him and are already fond of him. He has become the favourite uncle of my niece and nephews." Oh god, the ground should swallow me this instant. I can't handle it anymore, and I am literally shaking on this damn chair.
"Wow." That's the first word left from both Julian and Jacob at the same time. I don't know why my mouth went dry, and I didn't dare to have water at the moment. My hand was shaking for no reason. I didn't commit a damn crime. Still, what the hell with them and me? God, save me. Jacob cleared his throat a few times and spoke. "So, you guys are on a date?" "Yes, we are, a one-time thing." Both were taken aback at that. Oh god, he swore to kill me today. "He promised that he would stop pestering me if I went on a date with him. So, yeah, one-time thing." 'I never promised,' I grumbled underneath, to which Isaiah squinted his eyes in return.
Thank God, the food arrived; the waiter placed it on the table and left us. Everyone was busy in their own world, and I was worried that the food would get cold and might not match Isaiah's taste. I picked his favourite items, and I am sure he is going to like them. I have become a sucker for him even after everything he is doing at this goddamn table.
"So, let me get this straight." Julian slowly spoke, still pondering. "For nine months, you did so much, went beyond after a guy who doesn't even like you?" Well, if you put it that way, and it hurts, by the way. I don't know what my problem was. Where I am going wrong, but I know I am on the right track at this time. My heart is telling me; nope, it's shouting, and it wants what it wants.
"Precisely." They were not expecting that short answer, and I don't know how to elaborate. Actually, I don't want to elaborate in case they jinx it. First of all, this guy is stubborn as hell, and I don't want anything else stopping my way to reach him. "Don't test us, Dimitri," Jacob cautioned me. What is wrong with people? They both broke up with me; it wasn't the other way around. Can't they mind their business and leave me alone completely so I can move on? I am not asking too much, am I?
I slowly picked up the plate of Isaiah, who was watching everything unfolding. He was enjoying the show; not only that, but he was also a bit directing and writing the script. He is managing to convert this into my misery, and I don't know why this guy hates me so much and agrees to come with me on a date. You know why I'm always cautious around these rich people, but at last, I had to fall for a damn rich guy. Crushing over him, acting like a smitten, longing for him, and lusting over him. I just hate how I am.
I selected the meals carefully and placed each one of them, one by one. After I was satisfied with the plate, I placed it in front of Isiah with a smile. Every act, pin to pin, was watched by both of them without blinking. Oh god, I immediately ducked my head and started filling my plate. "Well, are you done?" Julian, who is barely holding back from the occurrence of the event. I sighed; they want this, and let me get over with it.
"He has never been on a date," I spoke, as if it would give an answer to their question. Obviously, Julian squinted his eyebrow, and Jacob knitted his brow. "Even once, he never went on a date, and if he is with me on a date, that means something," I elaborated. "I know somewhere he feels something for me." To which Isiah coughed, and I glared in return. "What about you?" Jacob questioned me, confusing me. By now, they should have known, right? Are they that dumb? "I like him; I like him so much. When I started working for him, on the second day or third day, I don't know, but I knew I had fallen for him without any notice." I don't know why my voice went on high pitch, I declared loudly once again. "I like Isaiah Nolan so much; I am going to pursue him till he agrees to date me." I was soaked once again, and wow, at last, my date had a final touch.
I was overflowing with humiliation. The minute Julian and Jacob left the restaurant, the next second I bolted out too. Isaiah was tailing me, laughing his heart out. I was embarrassed. My first date with Isaiah turned into the worst one. God, I hate myself so much for choosing this bloody restaurant. For some reason, this universe hates me for no reason.
"Can you just stop?" I glared at Isaiah, which did not affect him. "How can I?" he mocked in return. I started to walk nowhere in particular. Isaiah grabbed me and turned me so that I could face him. Once again, he chuckled at seeing me and tried to close the distance between us. I panicked a little at that and took a step back. "Don't move." By saying that, Isaiah closed the distance and started wiping my face with his hand key. The whole time, the smile was lingering on his face, and I couldn't avert my gaze from him.
I never saw him smiling this much, not even when he was around his family, and I guess this whole event was a blessing in disguise. Not that I have overcome this humiliation so soon, but I feel like it's worth it. "They hate you, for sure." Isaiah slowly spoke, and I huffed in return. "I reckon you have given some remarkable memory to them." He laughed after saying that. "They hate me, and I don't know why." He rolled his eyes in return. "Hey, they dumped me; it's not the way around," I said, the sentence proudly, certainly missing the humility in the sentence. Isaiah stared at me. Is he thinking that I lied to him? "Whole time I was damn loyal too," I add proudly. "And still they dumped you." Wow, that was a punch line, which I didn't like. "Well, what can I say? They dumped me; I am ok and moved on, and they should do the same thing. Not targeting wherever we met.""I guess you triggered them." "Stop taking their side." I cleared my throat and tried to rewind the things that left my mouth when I was with them inside, but the last-minute humiliation was blocking everything. "I may have said something, but I am not going to back down for them, and I had a thorough discussion with both of them before entering into a relationship. Things didn't work." He scoffed at that, and I glared at him. "Right, 2 years and months; still didn't work." He air-quoted that. "Hey, everyone should stop pointing at the years or bloody months. It is what it is. I didn't develop anything, and it isn't my bloody mistake. I didn't even try, and I don't know why." I am so done with everything; this is too much for me to handle.
The gap between us is filled, leaving no space. I don't know when it happened, but Isaiah's lips were on mine, and I was too stunned on the spot. Isaiah chuckled over my lips when my lips didn't move and spoke. "Move." How can I even miss the seconds when his lips were on mine? I scolded myself and deepened the kiss. I was pulled into the kiss deeply; my consciousness was totally blank, and I savoured every second of it. It wasn't like any other kiss that I ever had, and I was overwhelmed. I knew from day 1 he was the one for me; my subconscious was never wrong.
At last, we broke the kiss to catch our breath. I stood on the spot, dumbfounded, still savouring the moment. For some reason, I couldn't meet his eyes; I might go unconscious. We kissed. No, he kissed me. I tried to digest it, but it was too much and too sudden. Oh god, he tasted so good, including his saliva and those damn lips, which I never dared stare at for a long time. I am already missing his lips on mine; how pathetic.
"Let's date," Isaiah spoke, and it was like I was pulled from one thing and dumped into the other. How the hell am I going to suck everything up? My eyes immediately met his for confirmation. He stared back with all seriousness. Did he just say that? I watched his mouth in case, by any chance, he would repeat the sentence just for my confirmation. Of course, it was sealed like it had never been opened and had done an impossible miracle. 'Let's date.' I repeated the sentence to feel the taste of the words on my tongue. I smiled when it was delicious, and it sounded like a melody to my ears. "You'd better be serious; I am in no mood for any joke, especially from you," I said with all seriousness, and he chuckled in return. "You better be serious because I am not like them. I don't care about your history; present matters to me." "You know how serious I am." That sentence was out with a little shy touch from me, and I cringe at that. This is not me.
Slowly, he nodded at that, and we were silent. I openly stared at his lips, craving more, and I am so done hiding whatever I felt before. "Can we, you know?" I only stared at his lips, hoping he would get the hint. He rolled his eyes in return. "No, it's enough for the day, barely; you are handling one kiss from me." He started walking toward the car, and I followed him, as usual.
Don't tell me there are terms and conditions while having sex, too; there is so much on my bucket list. I wouldn't be this lenient and understanding if that were the case.
Karma is a damn bitch, and I am stuck with an evaluator.