The loud sound of the phone ringing woke her from deep sleep. The ringtone was really annoying. It just kept ringing and ringing. When she woke up, it was so dark in the room that she didn't know where she was. She forgot that last evening she had tightly closed the shutters to make the bedroom completely dark and more quiet. It took her a long moment to realize where she was. Finally, she found the source of the sound that disturbed her nap.
When she picked up the phone, she heard a well-known voice. It sounded lively and fresh, even quite irritating.
"Hi guys! How are you? What did you do yesterday? Nobody called me. What did you do last night?" All in one breath, Mike recited.
"Damn, Mike! It is half past six in the morning. What do you expect?" Jo had already found her mobile phone and checked the time and to say that she was furious would be an understatement.
"Is Matthew around? Could I talk to him?"
"No. You can't!"
She really wanted to tell him that his best friend was still sleeping next to her, which would probably ruin their relationship, but they wouldn't have peace all day.
"You're still the same control freak! Leave us alone today! Please!" It didn't sound like a polite request but an order. However, she finished the conversation with that.
In the next two minutes, she heard Matthews’ mobile phone ringing in the next bedroom. Jo covered her head with a pillow which didn't help much.
‘Mike! Stop it! Damn!’ She wanted to scream. She was sure it was him. Nobody answered this call, though. The phone rang over and over again before she finally got up. The door to the next bedroom was open and she saw that the room was already perfectly clean.
The bed was made. Even the suitcase on the floor looked packed. The shutters and windows were also open. There were audible water splashes in the bathroom. She figured that Matthew was taking a shower.
"What the fuck Mike? What's wrong with you?"
Mike was speechless. He expected everything, but not that Jo would answer Matthew's phone. He wasn't comfortable with this fact and wished that he'd flown with them.
"We were and still are busy. Could you please understand that?" She broke the long silence.
"What time should I pick you up from the airport?" Finally he regained his voice.
"We will be arriving just before 11.00 pm. And no, there’s no need; we can get a taxi."
"I will be waiting outside the departures, at the drop off zone. Have a good day!" And he hung up the phone first.
"Good morning, Beauty! What's wrong?" Matthew asked as soon as he came out of the bathroom.
"Mike was calling!" She said looking at the door. "First, on the landline for so long, later on your mobile phone. I picked up." She stated.
Jo wanted to run away as soon as possible and not to look at her friend. He was only in his boxer shorts and was wiping his hair with a towel. Almost every muscle was visible on his perfectly toned shoulders and hands.
She saw the glow in his dark blue eyes. She admired his ideal neck, beautiful traps, excellent biceps and abs. Water drops from his blond lush hair trickled down his neck. ‘Fuck! Get a grip woman!’ She thought. ‘He's your best buddy, not a sexual object.’ Her throat tightened. There was nothing she could do about it. She always believed that friendship between opposite sexes was possible but she began to have doubts about it now.
Immediately Matthew noticed that she felt uncomfortable in his company but chose to ignore it. His sudden laugh woke her up from her delusions.
"That's great that you picked up my phone." He wondered what she told him and how his friend felt when his ex-girlfriend answered his call in the early morning. "We have a guaranteed peace today." He added.
"Considering the situation, I hope so."
"Are you hungry? We can have breakfast in 5-10 minutes."
"Damn! Matthew, you have the perfect trap muscles! The ideal abs and beautifully built quadriceps and calves." Shamelessly she looked up and down his body very slowly. She was about to watch him from behind, but she stopped herself in time and summed up her observations. "Actually your whole body is perfect!"
"Really?" He muttered. ‘I have it since you have known me. How come you have noticed that just now?’ He questioned internally. "Do you want to only watch it or touch it too?" He started to tease her to see how it ends.
Unexpectedly, she inched closer to him and Matthew felt her breath on his body. To his surprise, she ruffled his wet hair then gently touched his neck. At that moment, he felt shivers down his spine. ‘You don't know what you're playing at.’ He thought.
Then she delicately scratched the shape of his neck, slightly roaming her hand over his trapezoid, and finally keeping her palm on his shoulder. "Perfection in every way!"
He saw the gleam in her eyes. She was definitely up to something. He knew the expression perfectly well and wondered what she would do next.
"If I have some free time, I propose a photo session."
It wasn't what he was waiting for. Matthew thought that she had come up with something crazier and was a bit disappointed.
"Undressed, of course!" She added after a while.
"Sure! No problem. Just say where and when. I can undress and you can take as many shots as you want, as long as you do not publish the photos in some tabloids." Matthew laughed at the very thought of a photo session with him in the lead role.
They both stood in the corridor looking at each other for a long time.
Matthew looked perfect to her.
In contrast, Jo looked terrible. She had a rumpled nightgown, messy hair, a puffy face with dark circles under her eyes and smudged makeup because she felt tired and slept without washing it off. She was aware of what she looked like but she was in no rush. He had seen her in even worse condition many times.
"Hmm, I think that’s enough admiration for your beautiful body for today! Finally she broke the silence. She already had an idea for some interesting shots. "Let's get ready. We have all day to enjoy Paris."
"I found my old camera. It's archaic equipment, but still good. My parents take pretty good pictures with it. I cleaned out the memory cards and charged the batteries, so think where you would like to go."
“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