Chapter 4

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Chapter 4. I'm on a honeymoon with my bed.

After three hectic days of juggling myself between classes and working a job in the ever busy and chaotic world of IT. I could finally relax at home and sleep till 12pm. Gosh when was the last time I slept for that long? I could barely remember.

As a child, I wanted to be a grownup and now as a grownup, all I wanted was my childhood back.

Dear 7 year old me, Enjoy while it lasts because it fucking doesn't last for long.

I groaned and stretched my arms, stuffing my face into the pillow. My Panda blanket was over me, it sure felt better than a man on top of me.

"Myra! Are you planning to leave that bed?" Zivah shouted from somewhere in the house.

"No, can't you see I'm on a honeymoon with my bed." I shouted back, snuggling deeper into the bed and blanket.

I heard some shuffling and then Zivah opened my bedroom door. A scowl dancing on her face. "It's 11.45 already. Don't you have anything to do today?"

I shook my head. "All I have to do today is laze around, not bathe, eat pizza, watch Friends again and sleep some more. Such a busy schedule, I tell ya."

Zivah’s scowl deepened as she made a disgusted face. "No bath?" 

I grinned wide. "Nopes. It's my holiday!" Suddenly I noticed her attire, she was dressed for work but it was a Saturday, she wasn't working on Saturdays. "Where are you going?"

Zivah groaned, her eyes blazing with anger. "That dumb Sebastian, he gave me a shift for today."

"Why?" I hadn't met this Sebastian but I hated him already.

"Well" she mused looking a little apologetic. “I might have called him an inconsiderate asshole and asked him to go die in a fire pit.”

My eyes widened with astonishment, I slowly lifted my face, sitting up on the bed. “Say what again?”

Zivah sighed. “I was annoyed okay. He just kept pestering me, annoying me, making me do the little things for him. So I got pissed. And you know how my mouth has filter when I am angry.”

Of course I wasn’t satisfied with her justification. “Do you think he likes you?”

Zivah face scrunched up in repulsion. “Dear lord no!”

I shrugged, smiling at her mockingly. “Seb and Ziv, sitting under a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

Zivah shoved her matte black nail-painted middle finger to my face. “Shut up. Don’t act like 5 year old. Get up and take a bath.”

I fell back on the bed. “No way! You go to work. And I’ll do my work that is nothing.”

Zivah rolled her eyes, knowing it was absolutely a waste of time to try and get me off the bed. If someone made me choose between going to a party and sleeping, I wouldn’t miss a heartbeat before choosing to sleep. I have a long and strong relationship with my bed. More than people nowadays have with their spouses.

“I am leaving. Cook yourself something.” Zivah shouted, I heard her opening the front door.

“Don’t sleep with Seb yet, have some control over your hormones Ziv.” I teased back. The door was shut with a bang.

I chuckled, mentally jotting down to search this Sebastian Ricci and hack a little into his life. Thinking of one billionaire, made me think of another one Alex Bianchi. I hadn’t met him after Tuesday, he probably worked in his office and didn’t trouble himself with coming to the third floor of fifth building where the technical security hackers sat.

Our room was a huge one with each person having their own cubicle. Mine was cubicle 9, everyone said it had been empty since the start, no one was ever assigned it and they were all surprised when I entered and said I was assigned cubicle 9. The stupid nerds claimed, it was haunted. Really? A 20 square foot area haunted? As if the ghost couldn’t cross over some invisible line and had to stay in that small area only.

Other than that the team was pretty good. There were mostly men, 7 to precise - 3 of them were married, one was divorced and 3 were single, always ready to mingle. And then there were 3 females excluding me, one was married, one was in a 9 year old relationship (probably dating since childhood) but also the biggest flirt I had met and then there was, Athena, least interested in human contact. She sat in the last cubicle, in a corner of the room, away from everyone. When she came, what she did, who she did, how she did, no one knew. And she didn’t care, she lived in her own little world.

All in all, I was liking my work. I was still in learning phase but they were all friendly and helpful, other than Athena of course. She was immune, to emotion.

I glanced at the wall clock, it was 12.30 already and my stomach made sounds of gurgling for food. Reluctantly I got off the bed, the bed creaked as I stepped down, clearly whining as he missed my touch and weight.

After brushing, I grabbed my phone and walked into the kitchen deciding to make some tea. I swear I couldn’t function without my morning tea.

I looked at the phone, feeling a wave of shock and fear cripple me as I saw 3 missed calls from Alex. Shit! I looked at the timings, 9.25am, 9.45am, and 10.15am. Did something happen? Was I needed in office? I shouldn’t have kept the phone on silent.

Assuring myself that it wouldn’t be a big deal, I pressed on the call back button. It was no use, I was shivering with fright every second as the call rang. After four long rings, Alex finally picked up. “Good of you to finally call back.”

“I am so sorry! I was actually sleeping. I hadn’t slept the whole week and the phone was on silent, I usually have it on vibrate at least but I don’t know how it went into silent mode. It was by mistake I swear. I wasn’t ignoring you, I mean why would I? I was sleeping, I literally just brushed. I haven’t even eaten anything yet, I am not lyi-“

“Myra, shut up!”

My mouth snapped shut, “Sorry.” I said meekly, now realizing I was blabbering again.

I heard him sigh. “Its fine, it was nothing urgent.”

“Oh, okay.” I relaxed a little, adding milk in my tea. “So why did you call?”

“I – uh.” Alex paused, “I don’t remember.”

“Really?” I frowned, how is that possible?

“Are you free this evening?”

Alex’s question stunned me, I stood still for a few seconds, the spoon of sugar hanging between my fingers. Did I hear him correct? Did he just ask me out? Did my boss just ask me out? Did a fucking billionaire just asked me out? Not believing my ears, like a moron. I said. “Huh?”

“Nothing, see you later Myra.”

And then I heard the flat dial tone.

I looked at the phone, staring at the screen. What just happened? I dropped the phone in the tea and then realized I was supposed to drop the sugar instead. “Shit!” I hissed, quickly removing my phone from the mug and grabbing towel to wipe it clean. Great now I’ll have to perfume my mobile so it wouldn’t stink of tea. And I’ll have to make a new cup of tea.

“Ugh!” I groaned loudly, stomping my feet on the ground before making myself another cup of tea.

By 5.00pm I had successfully diverted my attention from Alex by watching Friends series for the sixth time and stuffing my mouth with Pizza and Pepsi. After two more hours of utter devastation of time, I finally got off the bed.

Well that was the best way to waste a day, I thought to myself. I was still in my matching panda night suit and it was super comfortable.

Tomorrow I’ll exercise, I promised. And heard my own soul laughing hysterically at just the idea of me thinking about exercising.

I was making another cup of tea when my phone beeped, indicating a new message. I glanced at it, it was from the office W******p group. Thinking it could be something work related, I opened it. Only to find a news link. I tapped it open and was greeted with a paparazzi photo of Alex and some really good looking woman, hand in hand, smiling at the camera. Behind them was the Royale hotel, a place where the only richest could afford water.

My throat went dry as my heartbeat increased, my eyes quickly ran through the words written below.

‘Alex Bianchi and Diana Reynolds, caught again. This time they are attending the birthday bash of Stephan Holt. This is the third time they are spotted together, and they look fabulous together. Has the rich billionaire finally decided to settle down for none other than Europe’s famous model? We can’t wait to know more about these two lovebirds. What should be their ship name?’

“Basich.” I grumbled, locking the phone and dropping it on the couch. “Bastard plus bitch.”

I took my tea and sat on a chair far away from the phone, so as to avoid the urge to unlock the phone and read some more news and comments about them. I reluctantly agreed, Diana looked immensely gorgeous. With long blond silky hair and rich green eyes and a figure that could be easily considered perfect, she was a model that many could only dream of. Even I was following her on I*******m and occasionally stalking her, jealous of her looks. But now, I am going to unfollow her. Ugh.

I wondered why did Alex even ask me if I was free this evening. Did he forget he had a girlfriend and a dumb party to attend with her? My thoughts jumbled and I pressed my palm to my forehead, feeling a headache come on with all the over thinking I was doing.

My phone rang just at that time and I got up gloomily. “Yes Ziv?”

“Hey babe!” her cherry tone only worsened my mood. If I was sad couldn’t the whole world be sad?

“What?”

I heard Ziv pause. “What happened to you now?”

“Nothing.” I lied.

“Bitch I am your best friend not your boyfriend. Don’t give me that lame nothing crap.” Zivah grumbled.

I sighed. “It’s nothing really. I am bored here alone.” I partly lied. Although Zivah knew about Alex and how we met, she did not know about the locked door and almost kiss and I preferred to keep it that way. After all it wasn’t like it would ever happen again, especially after today’s news. Alex Bianchi and Diana Reynolds, growing old and ugly together with three beautiful and flawless kids. Aww. Yuck.

“Fine. I might come a little late today tough. We girls decided we needed a break and are going to this club tonight. You want to come?”

I actually gave it a thought but then my eyes fell on my bed. “Nah, you go enjoy. Drink some vodka from my side too.”

“You sure?” Zivah coaxed. “You sound like you need some tequila shots.”

The idea did sound super appealing but I was in no mood to get dressed. “You have fun babe.”

“Fine. I shall wake you up when I am back then you can hug me and sleep.”

I let out a laugh. “You wish Ziv. Let yourself in, don’t you trouble me.”

“Aww but I like it when you hug me and sleep.” I could hear Zivah’s pout.

I chuckled shaking my head at her comments. She was that one person who could make me smile even on my worst days. “Fine, I’ll sleep with you.” I mocked.

“Yay lucky you.” Zivah taunted back. “See ya later babe.”

“Bye babe.” I cut the call, ignoring the group messages. My eyes froze when one message caught my eye.

Alex – ‘Hi, are you busy?’

I felt irritation slither into my veins. Really? He has the audacity to message me while he is on a date?

It took me a good five minutes to finally come up with a reply. ‘Yes.’

His reply was within a minute. ‘Oh, doing what?’

‘None of your concern.’ I realized I was a little rude after I had sent the message. Ah well, who cares?

Alex – ‘Are you okay?’

‘Why do you care?’ I could feel him getting provoked by messages but quite frankly I didn’t give a damn and I knew he wouldn’t either.

‘Why are you angry?’

‘I am not.’

‘Myra.’ As I read the simple message, his voice rang in my ears. How my name slipped off his lips so deliciously. Every time he said my name, I would feel slight shiver ran down my spine. Diana, ugh it didn’t sound that good.

Alex – ‘Do you like avocados?’

I frowned at the topic change. ‘Not really.’

‘Great, me too. What about olives?’

So now we are taking about food? ‘Only on Pizzas and not in burgers. Why?’

‘Just trying to know you.’

I smiled at the message but the image of him and Diana slow dancing to romantic songs interrupted my mind’s happy dance. ‘Where are you?’

After 5 minutes of impatient waiting, he replied. ‘Somewhere. Bored.’

Bored? With Diana? I somehow found that hard to believe. Holding onto a thin thread of courage, I copied the news link and pasted it to him.

Alex – ‘Paparazzi are the most annoying people I know. Spreading the lamest and fakest rumours.’

I saw hope shining under his text. ‘Fake?’

Alex – ‘Did your license get suspended for driving all these guys crazy?’

I had to read the message and the name twice to make sure I was reading the right message from the right person. My intelligent reply was. ‘Huh?’

Alex – ‘I am working on my pick-up lines. How is this?’

‘Pathetic.’ I replied honestly. The swift topic change didn’t go unnoticed by me.

‘How about this – Are you Siri? Because you autocomplete me.’

I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at reading it. A billionaire working on pickup lines? Just wave some dollars in front of her and she’ll be all yours. ‘You can do better. Why working on it though? For Diana?’

After two minutes, he replied. ‘Is your name Ariel? Cause we Mer-maid for each other.’

I wanted to laugh but I was pissed as well. He was deliberately ignoring the topic and it just annoyed me. ‘Yes but I am Ariel Bold and I don’t like Italics.’ That was one of my best comeback, hitting right at his Italian roots.

His reply to that further irritated me. ‘Ha, hilarious. Are you free tomorrow?’

My reply was instant and firm. ‘No.’

‘What are you doing?’

‘Going on a date.’ I didn’t know if or was my jealousy or my annoyance that made me reply that. It was only partly true. Ray had messaged yesterday night about watching some movie tomorrow evening. There would be six of us so it wasn’t exactly a date but Alex didn’t need to know that.

His reply didn’t come for ten minutes and with every passing second I was starting to regret my earlier message. I should have just said ‘I am free, take me to your bedroom’. I thought disdainfully.

Washing my face, I slammed face first into the bed. The only constant in my life. Curling into my old Panda blanket I kept staring at my phone, waiting for a reply. I didn’t realise when I had slept off but the sudden banging of the door made my eyes pop open.

Damn Zivah, I thought to myself, getting off the bed slowly. I had told her to let herself in, she probably forgot the keys, again.

I turned on the hall lights as the banging continued. “I am coming jeez, have some patience Ziv.” I shouted still half sleepy and completely annoyed at her impatience. It was 12.34am, considering the time, she was early. We usually stayed out till 1am at least.

The banging didn’t even pause for a millisecond. “Oh fuck you!” I hissed, pulling the door open.

My sleep completely disappeared. It took a one way ticket to the Freaking Mars. The sight in front of me was that stunning and astounding.

There dressed in his usual navy blue suit was Alex Bianchi.

He stumbled inside the room as soon as the door opened, he was probably leaning on it. Barely holding himself on his feet, he almost fell but somehow managed to balance. He seemed in a light daze and smiled as he saw me. His blue eyes shining with pleasure and messy hair fawning his forehead. He seemed to have come straight from the party. Did he drive in this state? Where is Diana?

I half expected her to pop out from the other side of door.

He stumbled over to my stiff body. “Hello Myra.”

I finally found my voice and blinked a few times to assure myself I was not dreaming. “What the fuck Alex?”

“Hey! When did you come here?” his eyes squinted in surprise, tilting his face, staring at me.

I glared at his ridiculous question. I took a breath and then sighed.

The stupid billionaire was silly drunk!

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