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
When I woke up in the morning Tom was still sleeping soundly. He was holding me tight like in the moment I fell asleep in the middle of the night. I could feel the muscles on his chest touching my back. I felt his breath on my neck, he was so close his lips were almost stroking my skin. All my restlessness had vanished in the moment I felt his touch. I couldn't comprehend how he was able to make me so blissful just by a simple hug. Maybe his actions weren't anything special, furthermore, lying that way was uncomfortable for me, as well as for him but
We ate breakfast in some abnormally peaceful atmosphere. I could imagine that couples that are amazingly in love with each other spent time like that, simply grinning and sitting without a word. I felt like I was brainlessly flowing on a pink, sparkling cloud, or in a magical, rainbow bubble… I never even imagined myself in that kind of state. I could picture my rationality looking at me with complete disbelieve, frantically searching for reasonable explanation of my current state, something like a sudden stroke, or a brain tumor rupture. I knew that it was only momentary, but I found that state pleasurable and somehow intoxicating. Of course my magical bubble burst as soon as I heard Tom's words.“I promised, I will tell you about Hong Kong and all… so ask away,” he declared.I felt like I fell down and hit the ground hard. That was the reality, we weren't lovey-dovey couple, and there was no peaceful world around us. It was time step further
The situation was becoming slightly suffocating. Deep in my heart I had already accepted him the way he was. I believed in every word he said, I trusted whenever he said that there was no other option. I was clear of the choices I had made… although not all of them where dictated by rationality. Ok, probably none of them were dictated by rationality… It was whether curiosity or my stupid heart dreaming of insane and dangerous romance.Now I felt like I was dealing with some wild creature who could be tamed or devour me. I looked deep in Tom's eyes, my hands were shaking, my throat was squeezed, and I was struggling hard to push the air into my lungs. I knew that I would not reject him, no matter what he did, and no matter what he was planning. I wanted to tell him that, I genuinely wanted to scream it out loud, yet I couldn't find any words to say! How should I tell him all that without basically revealing that I was having strong feelings for him?&ldquo
I walked slowly towards the door with my heart racing and looked through the peephole. There was a tall, red-haired woman impatiently glimpsing at her watch. I opened the door.“Yes?”“Melisa Andrae, the boss sent me to prepare you. And… you must be… Ana?” she asked with a strange smirk on her face.Her straight red hair was gently falling on her shoulders, they were like a frame for her white face and big green eyes. She resembled a kind and gentle person, yet she was rather straightforward… a little too straightforward. Before I could answer anything, she moved me gently aside and marched into my apartment. Only then, I noticed she was carrying a large cover for clothes and… something that looked like a toolbox.“Can I use your table, hon?” she directed another question to me… without waiting for my answer.“Make yourself at home…” I laughed awkwardly, looki
I walked towards the car, as I was getting closer the driver got out to open the door for me, but Tom got out faster and stopped him telling him, that he would do it himself. He came my way, and I saw him wearing deep purple suit and a black shirt… he looked breathtaking hot. He smirked lustfully slowly looking me up and down.“I will have to give Melisa a raise…” he muttered.“Pardon?” I figured I probably misheard him.“Nothing… You have to stay by my side the entire time. You are not allowed to go away even for a second,” he demanded.“What if I have to pee?” I chuckled teasingly.“Then, I will walk you to the bathroom,” he stated leaning over my ear, “You look too beautiful to leave you alone…”I became complete dazed. He opened the door for me and helped me get it. It was the first time I saw him acting like a true gentleman. I would lie
I looked at Tom in absolute disbelief and became dumbstruck. He smirked overconfidently and pulled out his hand to greet Simon.“Delighted to make your acquaintance… Simon Lynn,” he shook Tom's hand with a cold expression painted all over his face, “Fiancé… right?” he smiled reluctantly and glimpsed at me.“Tom is kidding!” I laughed nervously and glared at Tom.“Ana likes to be precise…” Tom smiled warmly at me and stroked my head, then turned to Simon, “Now she is overcautious, because it's not formally stated yet,” he chuckled.I wanted to protest, deny it and shout madly at Tom for putting me in this uncomfortable situation, but the woman standing next to Simon, beat me in speaking before I was able to verbalize anything.“Wait… you are THAT Thomas Night?! The photographer?!” she burst out rejoicefully and stepped closer to Tom.Tom