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My moment of joy was quickly noticed as it seemed he was offering me my moment of shame.
‘I never want to speak to you again.’
‘You say that now, but wait till I get my hands on you.’
‘Goodbye, Ferris,’ and I hung up to the sounds of his laughter, letting the dark part of his temper still have tiny sparkles of that special afterglow residing within me.
Chapter 20
My limbs were trembling long after I hung up the phone, while my body was unable to move or even stand. I was angry with Ferris, and I was even angrier with myself. I was beginning to feel how I was intentionally blinding myself when it came to him, yet still unable to prevent it. There wasn’t much I could do anyway, just shut my eyes tightly and wait for my journey to be over, and all my efforts to finally be repaid.
I think it was around seven in the evening when I woke up again, shifting my eyes directly on the window only to notice it was dark outside.
In reality, my body was refusing to move from the spot as a way of protesting against me when the final hour came.
Regrouping my strength, I walked to the dressing room, trying to finally decide on what to wear. There was still no sign from Brax. He was supposed to text me the hour or at least the place to meet him, but nothing has lit my phone screen since I talked to Ferris until now.
Maybe he got caught up with business and just forgot, or he just needs to postpone the date, although deep down, I was hoping he wouldn’t do that since I desperately wanted to see my family.
Without any idea where I was going, or even if I was going to meet Brax tonight, I slipped into a red satin nightdress and put on its matching robe.
There was a 90% chance that I’ll wear one of the dresses I had on during my last encounters with Brax- either the one I purchased, or the one that he bought for me, but I was to reach a decision about that when I have a sign from my kingpin.
I decided to wait a little longer. There wasn’t much else I could do anyway, so for the first time in a long time, I turned on the tv.
‘I am Legacy Abbot, and I give you the Echo city evening news,’ the anchorman spoke as it seemed I had turned on just in time to catch up with the latest events. ‘This time, we’ll start with the most important news of the evening, which we’ll continue debating with a few special guests later tonight.
An artisanal bomb was detonated an hour ago in the Hills, destroying the front lawn and a few first-floor rooms of the house owned by Mr. Delarose.
We are still uncertain if it was a threat or just a failed assassination attempt, but this terrorist act won’t pass by without any consequences. Mr. Delarose is the main pawn in the City Board, some even considering that the mayor reports directly to him.
This act is speculated to be a war declaration from the so-called Annelids-’
A knock on the door interrupted me from watching the complete news, but, unfortunately forallfurther events, I got the essentials.
One of Brax’s men, I presumed and I wasn’t even dressed. I’ll just tell them to wait since his boss can’t even find three free seconds to send a damn text.
Or at least that’s what I thought, which led me to be unable to hide my surprise the very second the door opened ‘Brax!?’
Yes, Brax himself came tovisitme at this time, although if it wasn’t for the signature way he held his cigars and those to-die-for absinthe eyes, I could barely recognize him.
He was different, not in a bad way different, just like a mesmerizing dream when I believed that he couldn’t get more good-looking than he already was.
There was no suit this time. Just a black t-shirt and black jeans and jacket, leaving me to see him, for a split second, like a normal man. And he was sublime. A male model or perhaps a tv star at my doorstep. Though I knew better, and the normality he was displaying was actually scaring me to death.
‘Were you expecting anyone else?’ He asked, utterly annoyed that I didn’t invite him in the second I opened the door. I guess his new looks have deprived me of my manners.
‘No... I wasn’t expecting anyone. Not even you. Maybe I was expecting your car, or a phone, but certainly not you.’
‘So are you going to keep me at your doorway since I don’t have a written invitation?’
‘No, of course not. come in.’ I took a few steps backward to make room for him to enter as I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Such a huge difference!
‘You’re staring.’
‘Well, I have reasons. You look different.’
‘Yeah... I’ve been away on business and will be leaving again soon.’
