I was sitting on the sofa with messed up hair, unbuttoned shirt, and rumpled clothes. My lips were burning, my heart pounded, and my level of agitation was almost reaching my limit. In that state I had only one thought in my mind…
“What the hell?!” I was furious.
I couldn't comprehend how he could simply walk out the door after doing that to me, after bringing me to that state…
Jay took a step back away from Tom. He gazed at me with pleading eyes, but I truly didn't know what could I say or do for him.“I'm waiting, Jay,” Tom glared at him.Jay sighed and looked at me one more time, his eyes were clearly saying “sorry”. I gulped.
I heard loud and annoying sound of alarm clock. Tom quickly turned it off and hugged me tight, making me unable to move.“Shouldn't you be get up? You set the alarm yourself after all…” I chuckled.“Hush… Are you always that talkative at 5 A.M.?” he whispered to my ear.“You said that you are leaving… I only thought that you could miss your flight or something…”“The plane will wait,” he stated, “Turn around…” he loosened his grip so I could move.I didn't think much at this hour, I simply followed what he said. As soon as I turned his way he started kissing me.“Oh, God! I didn't wash my teeth yet, and my morning breath is sooo bad!” I panicked in my mind, and tried to push him away.“Are you trying to tell me you don't like it?” he chuckled.I stopped resisting. He grabbed both of my hands, entwined my finger
Jay slowly sticked his head out to look at the main street then quickly came back to me. I was still crouching behind the dumpster, hoping not to make any sound. He leaned over my ear and whispered.“Please, stay here, do not move. I might take a while but I will take care of everything.”As soon as he finished his sentence he jumped up at the fire stairs and started climbing them at an enormous speed.
I stood in the kitchen wondering if I should make myself a lemon balm tea… or open a bottle of wine. It wasn't clear what would help better in calming my nerves… I chose wine. I poured myself a glass, and waited for Jay to get out from my bathroom.“What are you getting yourself into, Ana?!” I wondered anxiously.I had long passed the point when I could completely trust my own judgement.
“What the hell?!” I shouted just looking at the screen. I couldn't believe that Tom would call himself as my “Husband”, and I didn't even know how to react. Should I think of it as a joke or declaration that he thinks of us in some serious way? For now, I would have call it a joke.Jay burst out laughing so much, tears started flowing from his eyes. I had to take a deep breath before slidi
I finally decided to open my eyes after tossing around in bed all night. I was restless and confused. Before yesterday I was only trying to figure out my own emotions, now I was perplexed about Tom's words and actions as well. Was he serious about me… about us… was there “us”?When I walked out of the bedroom I noticed Jay was already gone. He took his washed clothes from the bathroom. The blanket I gave him was neatly folded, and lying beside the pillow. There was also a note left on the pillow, saying “Thanks!”. I guessed he didn't want to test Tom's patience, and risk
“So what else would you like to know?” Samuel seemed to be eager to talk with me.“A lot! But I don't think I should be hearing some things from you… I would rather hear them from Tom.” I replied sincerely.“Fair enough… By the way, why do you keep calling him Tom, you already know it's just his fake personality,” he asked curiously.
It had been a week since I had sent a message to Tom… there was no reply. On the first day I thought he was probably too busy to write back, working hard to settle all difficulties. After another day I started feeling anxious. I kept wondering if my message scared him, or maybe he thought that I became clingy, and it annoyed him so much he wanted to cut every possible contact with me. I wasn't sure if I should call Jay to get some explanation of Tom's behavior. After some thinking, I figured there could be two options. First, I'd call him, tell him everything, and then he… might think of me as an idiot, or second, perhaps I would find out that he was not my bodyguard anymore… That last one scared me enough not to contact Jay. Of course writing another message, or calling Tom wasn't an option at all.On the third day, I already felt depressed. I checked my phone every couple of minutes, and flinched whenever I heard the message sound. Finally after reading