I put on my pajamas after taking a cold shower. I'm standing in front of the mirror and I can see from behind Ryle dressing up. I can't stop looking at his godly build, so when he looks at my reflection, I turn my gaze away, which I think he just mentally laughs at. I look again at him in the mirror, but he catches me at this moment. I don't turn away this time. I just witness him putting his shirt on, his muscular arms captivating my liking.
He then steps forward and then puts his arms around my waist from behind. He kisses my neck, and I can't help but just silently feel good over his touch. "You're blushing, Stella," he says, getting me out of my delusions."No, I'm not," I deny, even though he's right. I look in the mirror and notice red spreading across my cheeks. I look down to get away from his teasing, but instead, something catches my attention — he has a tattoo on the side of his wrist. It's written in the Cyrillic alphabet, I'm sure of that since he's ofI wash the dishes as Ryle does vape on the balcony of the apartment. I didn't know he used vape, but at least it's less lethal than smoking. But still, it isn't healthy. I hope he's aware of that. Of course, he is. He's a totally grown man.After drying my hands, I check what Ryle is up to in this deafening silence. I head out of the kitchen and go to the balcony — he isn't there. I go to the living room. Not there either. Gosh. I hope he isn't in my room because God knows what I can do to him the time he lays a finger on my stuff, so I enter my room. But, he's still nowhere to be seen. Where could that guy be this time? He might be out for a walk. Or he's just abandoned me. Which is fine and better anyway. But I hate him for not talking to me before he left. He could've said a simple 'I'll leave now' or 'Bye,' at least. Whatever.I decide to take a seat in the living room. The sky has grown darker and thunderheads blanket over it exaggeratedly anyway so I think I
Morning rises fast. Birds' tweeting outside, which I'm sure are perching on the balcony, is music to my ears. What a great day to start with hearing. And something more melodic is noising around. Oh, yeah. Ryle. He's spooning me. His arm around my waist, his skin is so warm.I put my hand on the back of his, and it makes me jolly. This feels so perfect. At least I think it somewhat is. I haven't felt this for so long, a comfort from another person besides Mom. The last thing I felt this was a very long time ago, with Kent. Unfortunately. It isn't that I didn't have a good time with him. No. He was lovely. He was.I lie on my back and then turn my head to Ryle. He's in a deep slumber. I can't blame him. It's because of the early autumn breeze. And also because, I think, he has somebody that warms him. I don't say I'm the 'reason' though. He just appears in everlasting comfort right now.I can't stop looking at the entirety of his face. Roman nose shape. Thi
"I've got to go now, Mom," I say after we've talked for some hours straight. It's been all good. We've shared things we've experienced these past few days, and we both have enjoyed it. I'll never be tired of doing this again and again, the mother-daughter bonding. "It's dusking, and also, I have some canvases to buy for the art studio. Our co-manager said we've just run out of them some minutes ago," I add."Don't you worry, sweetheart. I feel better and happier now that I saw and talked to you. We've never done that for a while," she says cheerfully before putting a peck on my forehead.I kiss both of her cheeks. "Good night, Mom. I'm off now. I love you.""I love you too, honey," she replies.We wave bye to each other and then I get out of her room. Smiling from ear to ear, I walk down the hallway until I get down to the ground floor. I hail a ride and then stop at the supermarket and get a bundle of average-size canvases with the art studio fun
When the bleak light of the Sunday morning appears, all I can sense is pain down in my femininity. Last night was a long night. Ryle and I spent an hour and a half 'appreciating' our bodies. Now, I feel like I'm crippled. I feel like can't take a step. I shouldn't have said that I wanted to be in his paradise, because he gave me the real meaning of it.I turn to him. He's lying on his front. In warmth and comfort, he cuddles my bolster. He looks really innocent when he's in shut-eye. I wonder what kind of days he's having as a son of a billionaire. Is he getting everything he wants? Or is he like those rich children who are more filled with problems than the poor are? Who knows? Does he excel in school? Kent is a smart guy, and so is Marco. They both got to that university for the wiz. Does that make Ryle an intellect as well? Maybe. He looks like a typical bad boy, but who knows? Maybe he's a science guy too.I don't know why I'm inspecting his life right now. All
Ryle leaves early at five-thirty. He doesn't eat breakfast because there's something urgent thing he has to attend, as he says. He just kisses me goodbye and greets me "Stay safe, Stella." I can never get tired of his voice saying my name. Ever. His voice is just already automatically needed by my audience.After having breakfast and taking a warm bath, I slide into a kind of baggy jeans, a simple peach sweatshirt, and black sneakers. I also bring an umbrella in case it rains during the recession. After rechecking my stuff, I get out of the building and then pedal to school.It's a cold Monday morning. The streets and people are busy. The skies are blue, but numerous thunderheads are across it. They're quickly flying away though. I hope it doesn't pour later. I have to deliver the canvases to the redesigned studio and rearrange our stuff, especially our storage room. Whatever changed in and on the studio, I hope it's beautiful. Better is acceptable as well. I just
Midnight hasn't even fallen yet when Ryle gets up, successfully interrupting my fall to sleep. Thank you, Ryle. That's very sweet of you. Where's he going though? He just gets out of the room like I'm never here.So, I get up as well. I tie my hair and then yawn. I absentmindedly wear my slippers and then rise to my feet involuntarily. I'm still tired from cycling across the noisy asphalt jungle yet I'm here, following that bastard who's just disappeared from my sight. What a great night.As I swing the door open, I see his silhouette pronto before the glass door of the balcony. His hands are on the upper parts of the doorjambs, both of his index fingers drumming the jambs. He's thinking in depth. He's drowned in a sea of scenes in his head. It's evident by how his head is bowed down. My curiosity could kill me anytime now. He has problems. If he could just tell me what he's going through, maybe I can help. But he won't do that. He will keep it to himself.His head turns to me as soon
Since this day started, all I've felt is warm fuzzies. Joy. Felicity. Bliss. Gladness. Beatitude. Anything synonymous with 'happiness' is what I'm feeling right now. Everything has mixed up in me. Happiness. Surprise. Knowledge. Excitement. I can't believe it. I thought I'd never see the day. I thought it was impossible. I thought he'd never feel the same way I long have towards him. Ryle Andreyev wants to enter my heart. My life. My world. He said it sincerely. There's no way this is a dream. And even if it was, I'd rather get stuck in it forevermore.Ryle is that person. He gave me two hundred thousand dollars. He saved Mom on the verge of collapsing, even though he hasn't known anything about it. Yet. Right from the start of our deal, he's shown me how appreciative he is towards me. How protective and manly he is. How caring he is. He's been the shoulder I lean on whenever my days get gloomy. He's the ferryman who's guided me across the ocean of uncertainties. In short,
The restaurant is abuzz tonight. There was, as I can hear, an entrepreneurship convention that took place in the capital asphalt jungle. Ergo, we're busy serving this flooding population of businessmen and entrepreneurs. I don't know, but this kind of scene is what I want when I work — busy and packed. It just makes me do my job more rigorously. This place has been more than helpful to me and Mom. I couldn't be more grateful for meeting our managers, especially the one who hired me who's now at the western United States branch.As I wait for a table to be cleaned, I look around anxiously. I swear, if Mister Rusco is here, my heart would surely throb. He doesn't know anything about me and his son having a thing. I wonder how he'd react if he ever knew that. That would be torturous to witness. He might not accept me. I'm so assuming. As if Ryle would introduce me to him. Ryle and I love each other, but one day, maybe, our relationship might tear apart. Who knows? He's from a