The rays of the summer sun streamed into the bedroom through the open window blinds. Jo woke up just before 6.00 am as she felt some warm light on her face. It was an amazing feeling to wake up without the after-effects of a great night with alcohol: a pounding headache, but most importantly, no burning sensation or stomach discomfort and nausea. She felt refreshed. "No more parties! No more alcohol! No more madness!" She decided.
She could already hear some noise in the apartment which, she was certain, was coming from the kitchen. She heard the clinking of cutlery and dishes; she could feel the delicate aroma of freshly brewed coffee tingling her nose.
Matthew didn't drink it in the morning so probably Mike was already here. She didn't want to see him. That wasn't a secret. So why was he here so early in the morning?
Jo didn't feel sorry for him regarding what had happened years ago. She didn't blame him or herself. Why would she? They were not perfect human beings. They were immature and irresponsible, and they hurt each other. Both were, then, too young to make important life decisions...
Her biggest dream at the moment was very simple - to forget about all this. First, forget about Mike and everything that was connected to him. Forget about the past. She was very tenacious and rarely ever went back on her words once she had already made a decision.
But… in this particular case, she did not trust herself. She was afraid that in his presence, she would not be able to control her emotions and did not want to have any regrets.
When she could no longer hear any sounds from behind the door, she decided to quietly enter the bathroom. However, even after delicately opening her bedroom door, she bumped into something hard.
Another bruise for sure. Damn luck! She thought. This time on her forehead.
How was she supposed to show her face at work in such a condition? It was the middle of summer. How would she cover herself from neck to toe in such hot and sweaty weather?
"Ouu.." A sudden voice interrupted her thoughts.
When she raised her head, she was speechless upon seeing Mike standing in front of her. His unshaven face added a couple of years to his age, but she couldn’t deny the added charm it brought about. He looked like a very mature, good-looking man.
Jo gazed at the water droplets dripping down from his dark brown hair, trailing along the side of his magnificent neck and a chiseled chest, ultimately disappearing beneath his white bath towel that was wrapped loosely around his slim but firm waist… A perfectly sculpted silhouette that could be used for learning human anatomy.
‘Too perfect!’ She thought. ‘I saw nothing! Damn!... I saw nothing’ She was repeating in her mind.
Mike noticed her embarrassment. When he was sure that she was looking at him, he bit his bottom lip and chuckled. Then he rubbed his neck with a second towel which he was holding in his left hand while his right hand slowly ran through his wet hair.
As he gradually brushed his long fringe back, she saw the gleam in his big, brown eyes. He was looking at her. ‘Damn! Mike, how dare you act like this in front of me?’ She was screaming inside.
"Good morning, Beauty!" Sweetly greeting her, Matthew appeared in the corridor behind Mike. "The mop is in the closet, on the right by the entrance door. If you don't want to spend the Saturday cleaning my apartment, I advise you to wipe the floor immediately, Bro!" He said sharply to Mike, who looked at him in confusion.
It looked like Matthew was ready for work. He was wearing a very elegant grey suit with a light pink shirt inside and grey tie to complete his outfit. She smelled the familiar scent of perfume… Aqua Di Gio Armani.
She just realized that when she saw them both, at their meeting two days ago, that she had completely missed how much these two had changed. First of all, they were no longer boys. They had grown up. Now, these two were extremely handsome men.
What was wrong with her? Since when did she become interested in the body of her best friend and ex? Not that she hadn’t admired them years ago, but today she felt awkward about it. It must be the fault of the excess alcohol. ‘Her tolerance to high-percentage of alcoholic drink has definitely decreased. No more drinking!’ She mused inwardly.
"Good morning guys! Have to go..." She said while already running to the bathroom. ‘I saw nothing! Nothing! Enough is enough! Damn!... I am capable of dealing with one of them, but not both at the same time. How am I going to survive almost a week?’ She thought of her contingency plan…
"Are you alright, Jo?" A sudden voice interrupted her contemplation. "Your favorite le petit déjeuner is ready!" Matthew said in a gentle tone.
Of course, her most favorite breakfast was ready. Even here, in the bathroom, she could take in the aroma of freshly baked croissants. The magical fragrance reminded her of her beloved France, which she had not had time to visit recently.
Her present reality lacked the specific climate of Paris, the scent of Provencal vegetation, the Mediterranean breeze, and the breathtaking Alpine landscapes. She missed the Cote d'Azur and the south of France with its wonderful flora, a unique blend of herbal, lavender, oleander, and citrus aromas.
For the past few months, she had dreamt of "un café noir un croissant" at Café de Flore or Les Deux Magots on Boulevard Saint Germain in the heart of Paris. She really loved these two places: full of magnetism and the grandeur of 19th and 20th-century history, not only literature but also painting and philosophy.
She would not mind a long walk alongside Saint Germain. That was the "real heart" of the intellectual and cultural place of Parisian life. Philosophers, writers, and musicians filled the nightclubs and brasseries surrounding the boulevard.
"Are you sure you are fine?" A concerned Matthew asked her once again.
"Don't worry about me. I am fine. Just two more minutes…"
Jo looked again in the big bathroom mirror. Even with all her bruises, she looked stunning even though she was clad in just a white bath towel, which contrasted with her delicate suntan. Wet, long, blonde hair fell loosely down her shoulders. With her height of 180 cm and a very slim but athletic figure, she looked no worse than many models from the covers of fashion magazines.
She felt that these two guys played with her yesterday. She knew perfectly well that they were testing her endurance. As usual, they wanted to check if she still treated them only as friends and if she ever saw them as men. They have always joked that she was immune to their beauty and charm... After all, she had known them for so long.
‘Do you really want to play with my emotions?’ She thought. ‘Fine! I don't mind. Challenge accepted.’
“We already had dinner; Martin took care of our meals today.” Jack informed them.“Good guy! He also brought food for us.” Patrick realized that they had such a good time that he didn't even call and thank them for the catering. “I should call and at least say thank you.”“I already did that. We will have the catering all week.”“Sounds good, but I wish I could make use of the kitchen here too.” Patrick had some plans.“Why don't you spend your holidays far away from the kitchen? There are so many beautiful places to visit around. Besides, I'll take care of Mike.” Jack really wished that they would have a good time.“We cannot burden you with caring for him. We have to get a nurse tomorrow. And you should travel with us.”Jack was glad to hear that he wouldn't have to babysit Mike even though that one didn’t cause him any problems throughout the day. He had a great time with the bunch of big kids, and he wanted to spend some time traveling around too.Besides, his boss had clearly mar
Jo was extremely happy to see the hammock outside in the beautiful surroundings. She immediately started walking towards it.Behind her were Patrick and Matthew. When they made sure that she was comfortable, they started to unpack and unfold the garden furniture.In the next half an hour, they had dealt with most of the setting up. The patio immediately changed its face to an elegant and, above all, a comfortable place to relax. A few wooden deck chairs with a low table and umbrellas were placed near the swimming pool.The guys also put a long wooden table with eight chairs under an electric marquise, parallel to the glass wall of the villa and of course near the kitchen and dining room doors.“The table looks so good!” Jo commented from the hammock.“I feel like I am on a boat.” Matthew joked.“The owner loves sailing, so you are right. Only the wooden steering wheel is missing.” Jo laughed. She also noticed so many things related to marine life.“A wooden steering wheel sounds good.
”Are you worrying about Mike?” Patrick asked, seeing consternation and some kind of sadness on Jo’s face.“No, I am not worried about that asshole. He deserved it.”“Nobody deserves anything like this, badass.”“That’s not what I meant.”Patrick looked at her expecting some more explanations.“He shouldn't have gone out with you the previous day. He knew it perfectly well, so it was one hundred percent his fault. So, in that sense, he deserves it.”“I agree, but still, he is a man. You don’t understand male pride, badass.”“I understand him more than you can imagine. It’s just his fucking character.”“All of us, we have ‘interesting’ personalities, badass. For most of the people around us, we are assholes.”“I am not questioning it, Pat.” She hesitated for a moment. “But this fucking macho is one of his kind...”Patrick was speechless. He couldn’t argue with that. While he had a lot of understanding of the people around him, Mike was still a special case to him. But still he tolerated
Right after breakfast, Jack took Mike to the clinic. The atmosphere instantly relaxed inside the villa. They were still sitting at the kitchen table with tea and French pastries and discussing how to teach their dear friend a lesson.“You are a poor teacher, Matt.” Jo said, very disappointed with her friend. “These pancakes are awful.” She winced as she ate, wondering where Mike went wrong with that very simple task.“Am I really a poor teacher?” Matthew mocked in a slurping voice. “Or maybe our friend is a bad student? Did you consider that?”“Could we leave aside his cooking skills, guys?” Patrick exclaimed. “The main thing is that the guy can cook, so he will not die of hunger. That’s what matters!”“Really? Did you try that?” Jo pointed at the pancake.“No, and I'm not going to. I watched the anguish when Jack was consuming it. In general, he is not very picky about food so it must be eatable.”“Well, you have to try it.” Jo wanted to force him and put a piece of pancake on a fork
Mike was the first to get up. He was not able to accept ‘the doing nothing’ state and being attached to one place, to his bed, any longer.Slowly, without making any noise, he trodded downstairs. It wasn't too complicated with the help of crutches.He found the perfect order and plenty of food in the kitchen.‘These stocks were made, probably with me in mind. They want to leave me again." He assumed looking at the refrigerator full to the brim.He decided to prepare something for everyone. His skills were far from Matthew's, but after all, he could prepare something nonetheless.He made pancakes, and a typical continental breakfast: fried bacon, sausages, black pudding, some stewed mushrooms and tomatoes. He also made a smoothie out of whatever greens he could find in the refrigerator.“Good morning!” Patrick’s voice disrupted his work on the fruit salad.“Good morning.” He wasn’t happy to see him. “Did you sleep well, man?” Mike asked ironically. He really wanted to ask if he had goo
Mike felt much better after a nutritious lunch. There was no sign of a hangover; the only thing that bothered him, even after strong painkillers, was the ache in his ankle.He was changing the ice packs, and putting on more anti-inflammatory creams, but it didn’t help much. As soon as he was trying to put his foot flat on the floor, he saw ‘all the stars in the sky’ from pain.He didn't know if he would trigger the alarm again by opening the bedroom door, and he didn't feel like testing it.He went out onto the terrace a few times, but it was too hot to stay there.‘Why do I have to sit alone, in a deserted place like that?’ He thought. ‘I didn't have to travel so many kilometers to be accompanied only by empty walls. Did I?’ He wondered looking around the empty room.‘It is no different from my everyday life. Should holidays be like that? Do I deserve it?’ Hundreds of thoughts swirled in his head.Despite his exhaustion, he couldn’t sleep. There was no TV in the room, and watching mo