Chapter 4

"For Pete's sake! You surprised me there, Greg. You almost gave me a heart attack." Caruss reaction was unreadable and his sights were broadened at what had happened.

 He was even more anxious when his body groped Greg's abdominal muscles and brushed the bulge. 

"Hey, did you even think that I will take advantage of you now, huh? I admit that I am dreaming up about you but I'm not that pervert. Nothing will be going to happen. Nothing!" Caruss rolled his eyes. 

He then took a distance away as to once he's afraid that Greg might awaken and catch him ahead. There he gently let his hunk idol slumber on the cloak he prepared as he decided to change the doss.

Greg intensified his snore while Caruss couldn't nod off well. He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep but what 'went on' recently was still confused in his mind. Later, he was being infuriated since nothing has changed.

"Then, what? Are you feeling optimistic now, huh? Since you slept soundly there while I can't even concentrate here?" He took a deep audible breath. "You must be thankful for I hadn't beaten you," he growled as he feigned talking to Greg.

A moment passed by, Caruss just realized how miserable Greg was in the circumstance, especially since Greg was only involved by the foolishness he had done. 

Caruss couldn't anticipate how rapid the sweep of his tape in which it should not swiftly dissipate beyond. After much longer hours, he was lucky enough to finally have his rest.

A shimmering ray of sunlight greeted their awakening. When Caruss rode his lashes, a flabbergasting moment replenished in after he saw Greg's gentle face.

As Caruss was being stupefied, he stood up faster just to keep away from Greg. He thought that all was just a nightmare but not knowing it already happened for real.

"Oh, shit! What am I supposed to do?!" The horrific scenario confused him since he wondered why he was sleeping on the floor with Gregory.

"I was still fortunate since I preceded him in waking up. But he shouldn't see me," Caruss bewilderedly said to himself while he was being restive. 

Since he was not sure what he was going to do, he ambles around the corner while thinking of a clue.

"Oh yes! Maybe Sheena had called me," he said simultaneously taking the phone. Then he was just surprised to see many missed calls and texts.

"Shit! I badly need to leave right now, before Greg can even catch me here," he commands himself.

After that, he had noticed Greg was being shifted off the ground which made him more nervous and tense. He then hastily reached into the toilet hailed by severe pressure.

Caruss escaping a moving air. "Has he woken up? What do I suppose to do? Ugh! I must think of a way right now?" His breathing was being instantaneous due to the aflutter he had felt.

As he peeked a little, his body was captioned by jittery motions when he saw his hunk idol who was no longer on the floor. 

"What?" Caruss mumbled out in shock.

Then, he was frightened again and couldn't think straight. When he seized a glance, even more, he saw Greg striding towards with a sealed eye that brought him a thunder-mind which had floated his eyes severely.

"Oh my gosh! Is he certainly coming here? As Sheena told me that he's indeed a war freak man, he will surely do something if he caught me here.  What should I do? Come on, self. Think, think, think!" Caruss felt so creepy as he watched Greg coming.

"Oh, no! This couldn't be! No no no no!" The nerves engulfed his whole being when Greg finally entered. 

Fortunately, he was able to flip first behind the door while his hunk idol didn't even notice him.

Inside the water closet, the morning gave a sensation of heat throughout the corners when Caruss sighted Greg. 

Caruss needs to be prudent and pleasant in his actions in finding his way out, since, for just a little noise and jarring sound that he would make, Greg could certainly catch him. 

So, to avoid any sound that Greg could not even hear, Caruss had to mute his tricks.

"This is annoying! We were trapped here in the toilet? Ugh! I have to get ahead of him on the exit," He mumbled and got a heavy sweat.

Caruss wanted to leave but he couldn't even move an inch since he knew that Greg would be caught him. 

So, he badly had to find a way that Greg wouldn't be recognized if ever he will be caught. He also even thought to disguise himself.

As Caruss had decided to disguise himself inside the trapping zone, he was antsy to open the faucet while Greg has also micturated.

Caruss lathered up his entire face with creams and rapidly masked it just to cover his identity. But, for when their sights had accidentally met, the chirping of birds outside had also fallen out as it flew in shock when both of them were screaming out so loud inside the lavatory.

Greg's eyes expanded in instant stupefaction like he was seeing a zombie. "What the fuck? Geez! Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?"

Caruss shrieked after discerning Greg's thing beneath. "Woah! Monster! Monster!" He yelled at once pointing.

Then Greg directly turned his surprising gazed to his 'thing' while Caruss, in a rash, moved out even if he hadn't wiped his face yet.

"Oh my gosh! He shouldn't see me now!" He yelled as he ran out of the condo. This he thinks is the best way to evade him, while Greg, on the other hand, was stunned momentarily by the incident.

Caruss gasped as he exited the tower. His legs were quick and fast in leaving, while the people around him were barely gawking out of confusion.

He was frightened as to which alcove to lurk since he just noticed Greg followed him with a very sharp eye while searching where the earth he was hiding.

"Oh, snap! Mother of Judas! Help me to escape from his sight. I don't want him to know me right away. This can't be! He should not have seen me," Caruss mumbled as he peeked at Greg who was also turned to either side.

***

When Greg came out from the condo, his eyes had seemed forthwith looked around. He just didn't realize that it was already Caruss he have met who's the one he ever scorned.

"Is he crazy? Why is he ignoring me? Did something go wrong?"  He marveled that he could hardly surmise why there's a sudden leave.

"Is that Gregory Wayle?" The astonishment of a woman when Greg was seen.

"Gee willickers! What is he doing here? Who can be with him?" The wonderment of the companion into as if being hesitant.

"Oh, geez! Was he wearing only pajamas? Did he just wake up?" The confused mind of the woman.

The people gaped at Greg and even dared seize a scene while he didn't mind about it. What will be going to matter for him now is to find the person he was looking for, and nothing else.

"Where did that zombie go? Why does it even gets lost here very fast? I don't even know why he had to leave all of a sudden," he wondered to himself.

He then just concluded to go back inside to fix himself and could finally leave after. However, those staff who work in the condo were staring rudely at him. Greg knew that they were being eager to break the social media again.

Back then, he never faced that kind of scrutiny before. The reason why he felt hostility towards Caruss so much, is for what Caruss has been perpetrated to his name to the entire state especially since it made big arrears in the discharge of his obligations.

After fixing himself, he then received a sudden call and soon tracked down his buzzing phone.

However, he was shocked when there were already multiple calls he missed that also burst out on him as he hurriedly answered.

"Son of a monkey! Where the earth you have been, huh? We've been searching for you all night and you didn't even respond to my calls?" A male voice asked him with an unpleasant tone in its speech.

"I'm sorry for the multiple calls I had missed. I just...just woke up today," Greg reasoned out.

"The fuck, Greg, what is happening with you? Why you are no longer keeping your image?" There was a mad teed-off voice pronounced by his manager which had shown to him how very disappointed it was. Greg also couldn't utter since he was confused about what does his manager trying to say.

He didn't respond at first and just carefully listened to his manager. "Hey, where are you now?" Then, another question had raised to him that pushed him to hurry clear his stuff.

"Uhm. I...I'm on my way home? Why?" Greg frowned as he didn't still get what does his manager was trying to imply, and a deep furrow formed on his brow.

"You better come here, Greg, a soon as possible. There's something that we need to talk about," his manager on the phone replying to him so straightforward.

"What are we going to talk about? I have to go home first," Greg insisted since he had to go home first.

The manager did not respond anymore and rapidly turned off the call. When it hung up, Greg was still confused and couldn’t get what was going on. 

Why does he need to come to the office right away at this time? He also couldn't even be sure why the management was being frantic and wanted to settle something for him. He might even think about what he has done. 

"What are we going to talk about? What I have done? Did I make something wrong?" He wondered.

When he left the condo, he did not hesitate to go straight to the office, and there he finally addressed his manager.

"Finally! You're here," a vicious greet by his manager who seemed happy since Greg drop first in the office.

"Hey, why do we even need to talk? I thought you would like to give me a furlough, man?" Greg hastily asked while reasoning out. He thought he would have a break for about a day, but why does he have to go to the office.

"Or perhaps not just a furlough, Greg," his manager replied and it was a crusty effect of unfriendly and disrespect in addressing him.

 "Conceivably, I will give you a long vacation from what you've done if I want to," the manager's arrogant answer was indeed alarming Greg.

"Wait...what? Why!" Greg was filled with distaste. "What else have I done? " He asked with confusion, knowing that he didn't make something wrong.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you need to be careful enough of your actions?" His manager began to decipher while Greg's reaction was quite confused as he listened.

"Greg, you know what, this is not the kind of vogue I wish for you," his voice changed shortly and became soft.

"I...I don't understand what was going on. What is happening here?" Greg stuttered while questioning.

"Your name is heating up because of last night. Maybe you have lost your mind, huh? Greg, you're a public figure. Please, remember that," the manager answered him with an annoying voice.

"Woah, wait. What was truly going on here? Why are you acting like that?" Greg asked as his tone had rapidly changed and increased.

He could not fully understand why his manager was still wandering in front of him and doesn't even talk to him directly.

"Don't you have any idea what was happening with you, huh?" The manager made an irascible mood, lifting the brows and had a crossing-arms as it came nigher a little to Greg.

"Why? Could you just tell me what is going on?" There was a dour expression had made on Greg's face as if he was very eager to comprehend.

"Caruss Pearson was with you, the whole night!" The manager conceded once reaching the footage.

Greg's eyes instantly broadened at what he heard since he could hardly believe what his manager was saying.