STRANGE MORNING

I sit straight on my bed when Ejay walks to the bathroom. My head feels so heavy, and I am damn dizzy. How can I not be? I couldn't afford even forty winks last night with this idiot beside me. I don't really know if he was himself last night. With that vulnerability I saw in him last night and with how convincingly sincere he sounded, he could have won the sympathy award for the entire world, but he can't confuse me one bit. Whether all that crap he said was true or just some expensive jokes from a drunkard, the fact still remains: he has to pay for his crimes. To hell with his feelings and the reasons why he became a monster.

But I must admit that the issue between him and Deep seems to be deeper than it seems. I feel like there is something that this monster has against Deep, and it is not just about Deep refusing to be a part of his shady business. I feel like there is something. But what? Maybe that is something that we need to investigate.

I feel like total crap. I couldn't even turn the whole night; I kept making zero movements. I spent the whole night lying on one side, paying attention to this monster, and now I feel so tired. My neck is hurting like hell, thanks to this fool. I was afraid he was up to some mischief; that's why I stayed awake all night, afraid to even blink. What if he was planning to rape me when I fell asleep, or maybe kill me? What if he felt the urge to conduct a small search of my room and found my hidden guns and phone? Huh! I couldn't risk anything.

But all the same, I curse him a million times for denying me sleep the whole night while he even had the balls to snore on my bed. Doesn't he have a girlfriend who he spends every night with? Argg! It almost slipped out of my mind. He is just using her, and my stupid sister is dumb enough to mistake his actions for love. That kind of love is even forbidden. I don't even understand this jerk. I thought he went in the bathroom to do the morning business, you know, like empty his blander of all that alcohol that made him like a joke of his usual self? But then I hear the shower running a while ago, and now he walks out with nothing but a towel and his clothes in his hand.

What is this? And the audacity of this monkey to use my towel! Gland I have a spare one or two in my bag, because this one I am dumping in the trash the moment he leaves this room. Thunder strikes this moron! He could have dressed in the bathroom, right? I thank God my sister, Grace, does not have a reason to come to my room because I don't know what she would make out of this atrocious scene. Who can understand this anyway? Anyone would think that he is just washing off our morning glory. Yack! How disgusting!

He walks closer, water droplets from his body drippling to the floor with every step he takes, until he settles on bed and makes himself as commodifiable as a king in his seat of throne. Should I ask him anything? Something like, Why is he almost naked beside me? What time is he planning to leave my room because his presence is so suffocating? Gawk! I had to deal with his unnerving, disgusting aura the whole night. Not again! And he doesn't look like he gives a fuck about explaining anything, nor is he displaying any signs of leaving. He is wearing his signature look—that look that says, I would slap the shit out of you if you dare question me.

I knew alcohol could not be trusted at all. Look how it changed him for a few hours. And now, he probably doesn't even remember how he got here. I may be afraid of him, but I need to know if we are going to spend the whole day like this, in this room, like a couple having a conjugal dispute. I open my mouth to speak, but...

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Shiieet!

Who could it be? Ajay? Bernie? They will die of shock.

I was about to throw the duvet off me and get out of bed to have a sneak peek at who it is first, but Ejay grabbed my hand, pushing me back to sit on the bed. Huh? He doesn't care to lift his ugly face from his phone, but he speaks. "Come in." Came his hoarse, raspy voice, ushering whoever was at the door.

What the heck! He is going to invite someone in without even caring to know who it is. What if it is my sister? The devil is a liar, you know. She might have decided to pay me a surprise visit, and what if she finds us this way? She will start a war, and someone will surely die in the morning. Oog God, please no!

The door flows open, and I release the breath I didn't know I was holding when a chef walks in. I could have opted for a sigh of relaxation if the young lady wasn't carrying a tray of breakfast for two in her hands. Wait, he asked for his breakfast to be brought here? He probably planned this while he was in the shower because he hasn't talked to anyone on the phone in my presence. But wait, I don't care how or when he did it; what are we now? A romantic couple having breakfast in bed? What is he thinking? No, is he even thinking at all?

"Boss, here is what you ordered." The lady says, her eyes not living the sight of Ejay's hand on mine, and then shifting her gaze to his masculine body. Oh, dear! Is she ogling him? Well, I think my sister is not the only one stupid then. Why doesn't she do me a favor and take him with her so that I can get even a glipse of peaceful breathing? Jeez!

"Do you have a problem?" Ejay snaps her from her cloud nine state as he takes the tray from her hands.

"No… No, boss." She swallowed her breath a minute ago, I think. That is why she is straining to strike a balance between breathing and speaking.

"Leave," Ejay orders.

"Aahh.. boss? Leave? I brought breakfast."

I am cracking my ribs inside. Is there any other breakfast aside from the one she already handed to Ejay? She looks like a goat in heat, really! She can't even hide it. And isn't she a bit too old to be acting this way? I wish we could switch positions so that she can have this ugly monkey all to herself and do whatever they damn please, and I will be free from him. I will even allow them to do it on my bed; only then will I opt to sleep on the cold floor from then on.

"Should I make you leave?" Ejay spoke, and that was enough to chase her away. She runs out without looking back. She must be burning with lust and feeling stupid for being so obvious.

He serves the juice, and I accept his offer to share breakfast together, however wrong it feels. I don't know what he is really thinking. I love this gesture, though, if only there wasn't a monkey beside me but a gorgeous Greek god. This would feel so sweet and romantic. Instead of these cold, ugly gray eyes, I should be looking at those deep brown ones that carry so much demeanor to lure you into their bottomless depths. Instead of this shapless face, I should be staring at the one with fine, straight jaws that makes you want to keep running your fingers through them. That cute face has the perfect features of a beauty god. And instead of these colorless lips with no uniformity at all, it should be those full pink ones that keep one always hungry for a kiss. You want your lips to be glued to them always, especially if you remember the feeling of running your hands through the soft, silky hair. Damn! Am I describing you, Deep? Oh my God! It's hot in here all of a sudden.

"You can tell me if I am too hot for you to handle." The monkey says,

Yack! God, please forgive him for this mistake only. Ho does not understand what he is saying. He is what? Since when did Ejay and handsome start appreciating each other in the same sentence? Hot, your shrunk balls! I shake my head. Wasn't I the one rebuking that lady here a while ago? Now here I am, fantasizing about someone who is not even here, making me look like a psycho idiot. I gotta get a grip of my feelings, or else...

"What are you thinking about?" He asks, resting his back on the bed and his hand going around my shoulders, because my back is on the backrest too. Why does he care?

"Aah, about all the things you said last night. You must have drunk quite a lot, or a new brand that didn’t sit well with you." I lie, but I don't even stammer as I do so.

"Are you sure? That is what is making you smile at yourself." He questions.

Gosh! Was I really that obvious, or is this man making a mountain out of a mole?

"Yeah. Do you remember any of it? You even said you could repeat all of it like a song today." He stares, weighing whether I am lying or not.

"It must have been the alcohol in me talking. But there is one thing I remember: That, I meant." The way his eyes are serious on me, huh?

"What is that?" I implore.

"I am killing that son of a bitch the moment I get a chance to. I can't wait to lay my hands on him." He states.

Oooh, my Deep? Killing my deep is all that he can remember? Not even his cursed feelings for me? Ooh wow! What a way to love!

"I thought so, too." I shrug.

"Aren't you worried?" He asks, curiosity almost furrowed on his ugly-fughly face.

"Not at all. Look, whatever you two do to each other is none of my business. You can kill each other if you want; just leave me out of it."

‘Liar! Liar! Liar!’ My heart screams, but I keep those screams inside. I can't let him know how his threats to Deep's life are affecting me. From the way he is looking at me, I can tell he is astonished by my words, and that's what I want. For him to think I don't care for Deep at all, maybe that way he will stop going after him. We stare at each other until I can't stand his eyes anymore. "You don't believe me?" I question him, sipping my drink to calm my nerves.

He pulls me to him with the hand that is resting on my shoulders, making me look at him. "I don't. I don't believe you don't feel anything for that moron." I know it will be difficult to make you believe my lies, but I will keep saying the same thing to you until...

Whoaaa!

The door flew open without a warning, and a very pissed-off Grace Wilson slammed it shut behind her, her eyes strangling me.