"Oh my God, James! This is ridiculous!"
Abigail bursts into uncontrollable laughter after I tell her one of my embarrassing childhood memories. Something about eating chicken food to show one of the chickens how to eat. Yeah, that's me. In my full glory. I have a handful of embarrassing memories and if telling them means I'll see more of Abigail and less of Miss Kingsley, I will gladly tell them all.
I'm just sitting here, having lunch with Abigail and watching her having, what I believe is, a good time with me.
It passes maybe a minute or two in which she's just laughing at my younger self stupidity before she can catch a breath and be able to talk again.
"God, James..." she continues laughing but oh damn... The way she says "God, James"... It makes my thoughts travel in a whole different direction. Add the images of her bouncing butt as she's walking and you get the receipt for an unc
"Where is she?!" "Oh, James! I'm so glad you're here!" Milena throws herself running at me, locking her arms on my neck in some kind of a hug and I just stand there, awkwardly. What the heck? "Milena, get off me," I stiffen. "Sorry, James, I'm just so... I'm so afraid." "What happened to her?" "Her brother found her in the bathroom, blood everywhere... I-I--" "Leyla Moore's relatives?" "Here!" It's only now that I notice Leyla's parents sitting in the chairs behind us. His father busily talking to mine, apparently too obvious it's about something not related to the current situation with Leyla and her mother... well, she's just nervously biting her nails. My ex almost-to-be father in law, Simon, is a not so tall grey-haired man, in his early sixties, although you can easily mista
"What the fu--" I wake up by continuously hard clinking of metal and thunderous sounds. I'm still half asleep and as I look around me a sharp pain cuts in my neck, passing through my body like an electrical shock. Then I realise I'm still in my car and it's heavily raining outside. Oh God, I must've passed out. The fingers of my right hand are numb, still holding tight the bottle of whiskey. I shake the tinted heavy glass only to find out I completely dried it up. Hell, I'll become an alcoholic if I continue like this. I tap my both pockets in searching for my phone, then realise I must've forgotten it at home, so I check the time on the car panel. 3:25 AM, great. I decide to leave before the road gets all muddy and hardly passable, so I start the engine and leave. I can barely see anything, as the sky is falling and I'm too drunk to even function. Oh, how much I'll hate myself in the m
I wake up by a mess of hair tickling my face. I rub my eyes and remember where I am. Abigail is snuggling in my embrace and is peacefully sleeping. Even slightly snoring. I kiss her head and try to sneak out of the bed, without waking her up. She's so peaceful when sleeping. So beautiful, so calming. Damn, I'm seriously one hell of a lucky man. I take one last sight of the sleeping beauty in my bed, then blush and make my way to the kitchen to make coffees. Then I dial the number left for contacting the reception and wait. No more than two empty signals and I hear a low male voice on the phone. "Good morning! You contacted reception and this is Taylor Moore on your services." This is the first time since I first came here that a man is in reception and more importantly, is not Regina. And I'm glad because if it was her again I'll seriously start to get creeped out. "Hello, this is James Reaga
It's been three days now since my disaster of a morning with Abigail. And thinking now of it, it looks like the saying "the calm before the storm" works just perfectly for me. In every aspect of my life. As for me, I spent the past three days trying to avoid Abigail. Not because I'm afraid of her threatening to ban me from coming to Miami, but because I decided to respect her will to keep her distance from me. No matter how hard it is for me. I go to the cafe? First ask if she's there. The restaurant? Same thing. I even make sure to not meet her somewhere in the hallways or the spa. And for three days I learned a lot about her. I learned she goes to drink coffee at 8:30 AM sharp. Every morning. Then she's having breakfast from 10 to 11 AM. Spends an hour for the daily instruction of the staff and then disappears somewhere from 12 to 1 PM. She wants her bedsheets to be changed during the hour when she's gone and in the afternoons she usua
Pancakes? I smell pancakes! The sweet mouthwatering smell of freshly baked pancakes fills my nostrils and makes me wake up. I look around myself and reach with my hand for Abigail, but she's nowhere to be found, so I slip out of the bed and follow the enchanting smell of my childhood.There she is. Completely lost in the moment. Wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt and lace bikinis, slaying her hips in perfect sync with the quiet singing of Elvis Presley coming from the speakers on the ceiling. She sings with him and bakes pancakes."What a way to wake up," I purr after several minutes of watching her do her thing. Unaware of my presence, enjoying her own little world."Jesus Christ, James!" Abigail jumps back scared and drops the frying pan in the sink."As much as I like Elvis, your voice sounds better.""You scared me to death!" Abigail keeps protesting that I interrupted
"James?! James, where the fuck are we going?!"Abigail keeps protesting against me blindfolding her. She agreed to go on a date with me and thanks God she did because I had everything planned already. I picked a restaurant outside Miami, it's a two-hour car drive and the fact she can't see where we're going drives her insane.And me... Oh, God. She, in that short black dress and with a silk blindfold drive me insane. I fight the need to order to turn the car around, go back to the apartment and fuck her until I lose myself inside her. But this is not about me tonight. I will save the blindfold for later, though.We finally arrive at our final destination and feeling that the car has stopped, Abigail impatiently reaches to take the blindfold off, but I catch her hand to stop her."Not yet, Miss Kingsley.""Ugh! Screw you, James!"I chuckle at her cursing, get
"I don't fucking care! Find a way!" I shout on the phone. "I gave you access to her phone but I swear, if you watch the video, you're dead!""Relax, dude," the man on the other side of the phone apathetically responds."James? Jaaaames!" I hear Abigail shouting and I hang up the phone. "James?""Ah, you found me," I chuckle."Mind if I sit?" She asks as she stands before me and I pull her in my lap, although there's plenty of space on the leather couch."How are you?" I ask as I place a brief kiss on the back of this chestnut mess of hair."I- I don't know," she sighs and I feel her body stiffening. "What happened? And where are we? And did you undress me?!" She showers me with questions."Well, we're back in your hotel and yes, I did. I didn't enjoy it as much as I did before, but I figured out that tiny dress won't be the mo
I sneak out of the bed before there is even any sign of the sun. It must be around 4 AM, but I don't even dare to check, I don't want to wake up the sleeping princess next to me. I try to find my clothes in the dark, then go to the kitchen for a quick coffee. God, why do I have to leave? Oh yes, because I'm so behind work, I might actually go bankrupt in the end. I don't know what I'll do when September comes and the actual work starts. Maybe Abigail will come to see me then? Let's hope for the best…It's ridiculous where my thoughts go. I don't even know if she wants to be with me. But then, if she didn't, why would she let me stay here with her? But then again, she rejected me when I asked her to commit to me. I seriously don't know. I'm confused. All I know is that this woman makes my heart beat twice faster. I guess I should just follow her pace and see where this will take us to.And now it's time to go. Oh, how I wish I was able