My eyes snapped open just as a door slammed not too far away. I bolted upright, scanning the spacious room around me in an attempt to figure out where the hell I had just woken up in. From the groggy feeling in the pit of my stomach and the rancid taste of alcohol on my tongue, I could pretty much figure out what went down last night, but the room surrounding me didn't quite match up to what I remembered. I remembered arriving at a bar with William and Rianne, and maybe having a few drinks, and the next thing I remembered was being in Nicholas's car. When did he even appear? "Nicholas?" I called out loud before I realized that the wrinkled white sheets surrounding me were empty, apart from my own sweaty limbs. Oh my God, it is Nicholas I went home with, right? I asked myself, already doubting the little events from yesterday that I managed to remember. "Nicholas?" I called more frantically, and the door in front of me clicked open. "Yes?" And there he was in all his beautiful
"I didn't even know you cared. I am so sorry," I said.I stumbled over my words, my mind numb from everything he just confessed to me. "No. Don't you dare apologize. There is no need for that." His statement came out as a growl, and my lips instantly snapped shut. "I don't know what I feel, Ophelia. You were right about my lifestyle. I knew it long before you yelled it in my face," he admitted. I tried to smile to show that I had forgiven him, but he didn't return it. Instead he frowned deeply and pursed his lips. That was when I realized that he was staring at our clasped hands and I began to feel the tension in the air increasing again. "But to date; to commit to you... I have never done that before." He began to shake his head, and I could tell his emotions were starting to betray him. Fear coursed through me as he tried to leave the bed, looking desperate to escape the situation he had found himself in. I know he was scared of a situation where he felt something. And I coul
My already scruffy hair fell over my face as he began to stride nonchalantly across the spacious living room. I shrieked and giggled all the way back to the bedroom, my face beginning to ache from all the unexpected smiling. "Okay, okay. Put me down!" I squealed in protest, and eventually, I heard a grunt before I was chucked onto the large king sized bed in the centre of the room. Thankful for a soft surface to land on, my laughter didn't falter when he dusted off his hands, feigning disgust as he continued to wipe them off on his pants as well. "Rude!" I called out to him, rolling onto my side to find myself suddenly face to face with a neatly folded stack of clothes. I bolted up quickly, confusion lacing through me. "When did these get there?" I asked."About an hour ago. I had Shane get them for you. Is that alright?" I stared at him with wide eyes, but he seemed to simply ignore that as he began to walk around the room, shutting various closet doors and drawing open the wisp
I fell back onto the couch with a thud, feeling weirdly satisfied despite how awkward that last half hour was to endure. William and I were officially broken up now, and although it took a whole lot of energy and effort, it was most certainly worth it to make everything clear between us. After waving goodbye to him for what I hoped was the last time, I attempted to keep myself as occupied as possible for the rest of the day. Just because I knew that if I had even a moment of time alone with my thoughts, Nicholas would be all that occupied them. Being the neat freak I was, I began by tidying up my entire bedroom, then I moved on to reorganize my desk. After that, I relocated every single pot, pan and beaten down piece of cutlery in my kitchen to their rightful drawer. After having had my fill of that, I decided to finally make an attempt at contacting my currently MIA roommate, who wasn't here to greet me and William and when we walked in. And who still hadn't shown up, despite the
"Come on. Let's eat," I said, winking and he slipped out from under me. “Wait. First, where is your bathroom?" Nicholas asked.I rolled my eyes before I responded to his question. "Over there," I said.He smiled dashingly as he walked in the direction I pointed to. I shook my head in disbelief as I watched his tall figure walk away. At that moment, my ears tuned in to the familiar sound of the front door clicking open. I glance up anxiously and felt a weight I hadn't even realized was on my shoulders disappear when I was blessed with the reassuring sight of Rianne, looking as flawless and groomed to perfection as always.She entered through the doorway with her arms full to the brim with groceries. However, it seemed that she simply forgot this fact because the moment she noticed me standing there, all the things in her arms fell to the floor with a clatter and I was instantly enveloped in a tight hug. "Oh my God, Ophelia! You're okay!" she exclaimed.I found myself glancing behind
I woke up with a jolt, and my breathing was ragged as my mind raced. Will these nightmares ever go away? I asked myself.I shook off the eerie flashing images rattling through my mind as I scrambled out of bed. Almost instantly, all of the responsibilities I had been neglecting for the past week come crashing down on me. I was finally forced to accept that I needed to start searching for a new job sooner rather than later. I spent multiple hours last night deliberating on whether or not asking Nicholas for my old job back would be a good idea. I knew he likely wouldn't hesitate to give it back to me, considering how difficult it was to quit in the first place but could that even work? It would mean that the only way I could get fired would be if we broke up. Would working with my boyfriend as my boss be weird? Boyfriend? Was he even my boyfriend? He said he would try dating but we hadn't had that conversation yet. I slipped on a light wash yellow tank top and blue jeans before he
I had said practically every curse word in the book in nervousness by the time Thursday came around, and at 2:00 PM, I found myself pacing around the living room in anxiousness as I awaited Nicholas's arrival. I knew it was at least half an hour's drive away. Everything in the city centre was, so the fact that I likely wouldn't be as ridiculously early as I was used to was nerve wracking enough in itself. Eventually, my restlessness got the best of me and I finally used the phone Nicholas lent to me to text him. Me: Hey. What time are you coming?I had to endure an agonizing five minute wait before he replied. Nicholas: Something came up, and I am sorry. Is it too late to get a taxi? I felt a small stab of disappointment, but I pushed it away. Then I started typing out a reply.Me: No. Don't worry about it.I was sure that my reply most certainly conveyed my slight irritation. He, for one, should have known how important punctuality was in order to make a good impression. It cou
I stared up at the towering building. "Kendrick Incorporation" it read in huge and bold letters, the same way it did when I first stood here staring up at it, right before I walked into the building and attended that single job interview that changed my life for good. I peeked through the glass windows, scanning the lobby for anyone I recognized. Am I really doing this? Am I really showing up at Nicholas's workplace uninvited? I asked myself.Yes, I am. Because he had made no effort to contact me since he blew me off before my interview with Baylor Publishing, and regarding the event in Queens, I tried to pretend that I could function without the closure.But frankly, I preferred to walk in and see him making out with another woman and understand all the silence than to have sat around relieving our past conversations and wondering what it was that I did wrong. However, the second that thought came into my mind, I took it back immediately. No, I would have preferred him to ignore
NICHOLAS Two hours later, we were sitting in my bed, swaddled under the covers with a random movie playing on the television. Our legs were tangled together with her cheek was against my chest, and there were plates of unfinished food around the dresser beside us. Usually, the mess would have been bugging me but right now, there were more important things on my mind. Currently, it was watching Ophelia’s face break into laughter every time something funny happened on the screen. Her hair was usually in the way, but when I did glance down and saw her chuckling softly, something powerful ignited inside of me. I loved seeing her smile. Infact, I needed to see her smile. It has become as essential as food and water to me and I had never been so captivated by someone before in my life. She noticed my stillness and tilted her head up to glance at me. She was silently asking me what was wrong, but I couldn't think of a single cheeky remark, not even a joke to hide my true intentions. Her
OPHELIA It took me half an hour to find him but when I did, I somewhat wished that I hadn't. He was sitting on a bench outside the hospital entrance, and I realized that he often resorted to these when he wanted no one to find him. My heart was pounding in my chest as I gazed at him from afar for a moment. I could immediately tell that there was something wrong with him. He was curled up with his head in his hands and even from across the street, I could see that he was shivering. When I got closer, I realized that it was not just from the cold because he was shaking with sobs. Infact, his body was wracked with them."Oh, Nicholas," I whispered and raced up to him as fast as I could. He tried to stand up but not before I grabbed his hand to pull him back down. The sound of his harsh breathing as he roughly wiped his tears away was the only sound on the desolate street surrounding us. “Talk to me," I pleaded. Alarmed, I tried to place a hand on his face but he shifted away. "Don't
OPHELIA I walked through the admissions foyer of the hospital and Rianne's mother was waiting for me at the entrance. After greeting her warmly, I immediately asked her if Rianne was awake yet, although deep down I knew that it was a long shot because she probably would have texted me.It still hurt to hear that nothing had changed since she left last night. I tried not to show my disappointment on my face though. "She may have come to overnight. I haven't seen her yet today because I was waiting for you." I smiled at her thoughtfulness before she continued. "So is your other half coming today?" I pursed my lips at her question and she read my expression immediately. "Don't worry about it, dear. He did seem a little uncomfortable yesterday. I am sorry if it was because of me." "No, no, it wasn't. He should be here soon. He is just at work right now." "Oh?" She looked at me inquisitively as we walked side by side through the Accident and Emergency unit."Where is he working? I am
OPHELIA I woke up with a start, struggling to catch my breath as the vivid pictures from my nightmare slowly faded from my mind. I couldn't help my frustration when I realized that this was the second one I had had in the past few days. I really thought I was over them. When I glanced to my left, I could see that there was already light outside the wall-sized window. Where did Nicholas go? My eyelids were heavy so I clearly hadn't slept long enough to catch up on sleep entirely, but it was disappointing nonetheless to know that he must still be working. I got to my feet, deciding to go and get some water since my throat was abnormally dry. I walked into the kitchen, surprised to see a new bag sitting on the floor next to my own. I recognized it as Nicholas's suitcase, and I automatically assumed that someone must have found it in our villa in The Bahamas and delivered it here. Maybe Shane arrived in Washington and brought this bag with him? Both bags were unmoved from in front of
OPHELIA "Nick. Hey, where are you going? Nicholas!" I caught up to him and eventually, he accepted that he couldn't ignore me any longer and hesitantly turned around. "Why are you leaving?" I asked him."We can come back when she is conscious," he replied ."I don't understand. We waited for hours to see them and now you want to leave?" He looked at me and I realized that he was breathing harder than usual. His eyes were wide and his face was abnormally pale. "Can we just… go? Please?" His voice was trembling and suddenly, I blanched, realizing that this may be much more than I thought it was. "Ohh, okay. But please just tell me what is going on." I hurriedly signed us out at the front desk and scuttled after him. The front doors slid open as we left the hospital, and I was thankful that the sun had risen in the time we had been inside. The cold was still biting, but it was not as harsh as it had been earlier. "It was difficult for me to watch them together," he finally said
OPHELIA The clock continued to tick mockingly on the wall opposite us, marking time passing painfully slowly. It was only the end of November, but it was already viciously cold in the waiting room as if it was already full-blown winter. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt as if I was freezing to death, even as I was with Nicholas's jacket on and his arms were wrapped around me. Minutes became an hour, and an hour becames hours. I had lost track of how long we had been sitting in the waiting room by the time a doctor appeared, asking if we were here to see Rianne Thomas and Dave Hank. Rianne's mother and I jumped out of our seats, both with expectant expressions on our faces. Nicholas stayed back as the doctor introduced himself, and I thought he was probably wondering if he would even be allowed to see them because he wasn't direct family of Rianne's, or even that close to her. In fact the last time I checked, they hated each other's guts. "Hi, I am Doctor Nathaniel.” T
OPHELIAIt must have gotten considerably colder in Washington while we were away, because the few cars parked by the hospital had a layer of thick white snow on their roofs, and the ground was coated with icy mud. The moment Nicholas parked the car in the deserted parking lot, I was ready to unbuckle my seatbelt and bolt to Rianne's side. I already felt terrible that we weren't here sooner but hopefully, her mother would understand because we were halfway across the world when we were informed of the accident. Nicholas seemed to sense my predicament because he turned to me the second we were no longer moving. "Go," he said and I smiled gratefully as I scurried out of the car and up to the towering hospital entrance. I could see Nicholas's figure reflected in the glass of the front doors. He was looking slightly less calm and collected than usual as he walked in behind me. I, on the other hand, couldn't seem to breathe as the place we were suddenly dawned on me. The last time I wen
NICHOLAS Eventually, she detached her lips and smiled lazily at me before she opened her mouth to speak. “You don't know what I want to do to you right now," she whispered as she sat up and began to plant small kisses on my neck. I must have been too preoccupied with trying to unzip my jeans to notice the way she sucked and nibbled harshly on the skin just below my ear for a little too long. “Nice.” Her tone was proud as she kissed the tender skin one final time. Just then, I froze as what she just did suddenly dawned on me. "You did not just give me a hickey," I bit out but she just grinned widely at me so I went on, "You have got to be kidding me. I have important meetings coming up." She continued to smile, and it was beyond contagious as her hand landed on my boxers. She rubbed the material over my bulge as I nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck. "I am sure I can make it up to you," she said and that same smile was still on her face. "Oh, I am sure you can." My voice
NICHOLAS I soon grew tired of the silent driving. I really thought Ophelia would have broken and spoken to me by now, but I guess I didn't realize just how upset with me she was. Out of instinct, I reached over and brushed the hair out of her eyes, but she only stiffened at my small display of affection. My hand found hers and I pulled it to my lips so that I could kiss it tenderly with my eyes still on the road as I steered with one hand. She didn't snatch it away, which I guessed was a good sign. So I dragged my kiss down to her knuckles and wrist next, feeling the softness of her pale skin beneath my lips. She still didn't show any emotion, as she kept on listening to whatever song she had playing on her phone. I put her hand back in her lap in defeat, resting my arm on her thigh instead. I waited a silent minute or so before I couldn't help myself any longer. Then I began to rub the skin on her leg just below the hem of her dress. Cautiously, I made a move to slide my hand fu