CRAZY LOVE

Crap! Annoying crap!

I turn for the hundredth time on this cursed bed that doesn't feel comfortable tonight. I click my tongue with annoyance, kicking the duvet aside. I don't even care about the stupid saddles. I step on the cold floor, the cold cutting through the flesh of my bare feet. Who cares! I lazily make my way to my open-plan kitchen, looking at the wall clock.

Ten freaking o'clock? It's just ticking at ten o'clock? All those tosses and turns, and it's just ten? I thought it was around one! I roll my eyes! How will I pass this night with the screaming memories of his hungry kisses lingering in my mind like this? How can I sleep when instead of seeing darkness when I close my eyes, all I see is him? All I see and think of is him. No matter the side of the bed I face, whether I close my eyes or keep them open, whether I turn off the lights or keep them on, He is just everywhere, like a ghost. Like a shadow roaming around me even at night. Like my new tormentor.

Ahem!

On the brighter side of this love crisis, didn't he say that I could call or go to him whenever I needed anything? That he will always be available for me? That still stands, right? I don't recall us canceling that or anything in particular. Well, I need him now. I need him tonight. I need him to put out this fire that he started. I need him to finish what he started back at their house.

This time, I am not going to allow him to talk or push me away. I am a hungry, desperate woman in love, and it's only him who can satisfy me. It's him who introduced me to this side of life. It's him who took away my innocence and turned me this way. He has to face the consequences. He can't just let me burn in this fire all alone. Didn't he say to me once that he was always a call away? He better not reject this one, because it's between life and death! Besides, he said he is the only one who makes advances. It doesn't matter how much he has turned me down before, but this time, I am doing it again, showing him how much I need him. How I crave him. Hopefully, he gets the memo.

I grab the first dress that my hand lands on, pulling it down my neck in a hurry, and discard my stupid pajamas on the floor. I grab my phone and my keys, slip my sandals on at the front door, and head out. The cold slaps me hard the moment I step outside. My brain is scattered, which is why I didn't think of a sweater at this time of the night. You don't even want to know the piece of sh*t I am wearing to cover my privates.

I stand on stage and hop on the first means of transport that I get. It's not that late to miss a cab; I'm just that impatient. I hop on the bike, and the ride kicks off. The ride, huh? Maybe it's high time he honors his promise to teach me that because I remember him making that promise.

About thirty minutes later, I stood in front of his gate. We had a really slow ride compared to the speed of my rushing adrenaline due to the cold, but men, did that even help? I'm turning into a stone of ice. My lips are trembling, and I have to tuck them inside to at least warm them a little. Things that people do for love, huh? This one will go to the journal despite the outcome.

I knock on the gate after the motorcycle guy turns around and goes his way. I am totally losing my mind, for sure! I can't believe I am doing all this madness. Leaving my comfortable house at this time of the night to sneak into a man's house, and all for what?

"Miss, Gia!" The security guard exclaimed at seeing me.

I have heard that love makes people stupid. I am the walking proof of that. I am a living testimony to that saying. As stupid as this love has made me, I'm still willing to dive more into this stupidity and do this. There is no turning back. I just hope it will all be worth it in the end. There is no other way of calming these demons inside of me except this. I am done acting strong and playing decent. I'm done hiding it. Besides, it's alright to feel like this, right? And if I can feel this way, then it's pretty understandable for me to act this way.

I walk inside after murmuring a hello to the guard. "Is he inside?" I ask, looking at the beautiful three-story mansion before me, the orange light adding more beauty to it, jerking me with hope.

"Yes, but he is preparing for something important and..."

"It's okay." I cut him off and made my way inside. Something important will be with me tonight. To hell with the rest! I am already wetting my pants just by imagining the steamy stuff with the romantic buzz vibrating under the bed again. Darn! His vibes are on another level.

I insert the key and open the door slowly, locking it again behind me once my two feet are inside. He is nowhere to be seen downstairs, and I smirk devilishly. That's perfect! He is right where we lay it all tonight.

I walk upstairs, turning in the opposite direction of the room he gave me. To this other familiar room. I knock lightly on the door, growing impatient with every second that passes by with the door unanswered. He can't be asleep, and that I know very well!

With my impatience, I push the door and open it slowly, inviting myself into the empty room. I swallow hard! I would have had a heart attack if it wasn't for his phone that I just spotted lying on his bed, alongside a small suitcase. Whether he is leaving or he just got in, the point is that he is here. My heart is doing a break dance inside because of that. I lock the door and decide to make myself comfortable on his bed while I wait for him. I have seen in romantic movies this kinky thing of waiting for your man in a birth suit all sprawled on the bed. That would turn him on, right? Well, I always turn him on, no matter how I look. Only that he hasn’t realized why I turn him on. He will know tonight.

"What are you doing here?" Dang! I turn to that charming, cold voice!

I see, he was in the shower or bath, huh? And holly devil! The dripping water on his masculine body and the fact that he only has a towel on him are making him so damn smoking hot! He looks so delicious and so eatable! And I always have this golden chance of running into him this way. "Gia? What on earth are you doing here?" He asks again, cutting my tour of his body short.

Why does he have to ask?