(Ch. 19) Not More than Friends
I fluttered open my eyes and stretched my arms above my head to ease the stiffness in them. I yawned. I was feeling good right now. It felt like I hadn't had such a good sleep in years.
I looked at my surroundings, trying to comprehend where was I. I was on a large sized comfortable bed and the room was all black, not a single light coming from windows. I heard sounds coming from outside as I turned on the lamp to lessen the darkness of this room. I looked at the clock to see it was 9 pm already. My stomach grumbled and it felt like I hadn't eaten for two days.
My mind pondering on these questions. What happened? How long have I been sleeping? And whose room was this? Had someone kidnapped me? No probably not, if it had happened I wouldn't be on this soft comfortable bed; I would have been in a dusty, broken room and would have been tied up like the girls who got kidnap in the movies unless the kidnapper is a gentle, kind man.
I laughed at my nonsense thoughts.
Gentle, kind kidnapper? What a crazy thought.
I wanted to get up but I was too lazy to do so and decided to stay put in this warm, cosy duvet. I heard a voice coming from the door and suddenly it opened, a figure standing there. His chest bare showing his perfectly sculptured body. I covered myself in the duvet pretending to be asleep. I heard footsteps getting closer and felt someone lying beside me.
I removed my duvet and shifted to the side to see his face. By seeing the size of this bed and the well-built body of that man, I could guess pretty well that who could it be, and I was right, my that arrogant boss - whom I wanted to run away - was right beside me.
"You're awake," I heard his voice.
"Edan?" I whispered slowly trying to still confirm that this wasn't any silly dream of mine.
"Yes, it's me. " He turned on his side of the lamp to make himself visible.
"What happened?" I asked. I remember saying I need to go but I don't know how I ended up here. I was so confused right now.
"We were having an argument and then you passed out," he paused, looking deeply in my eyes and slightly brushed my hair from my forehead. I flinched at once as my heart did an unexpected thing, it skipped a beat as my throat started to go dry. His mere touch was giving me strange feelings.
God! What was happening?
"I was so worried sick about you," he then said and coming closer, stroke my cheek gently. I loved the warmth of his hand and the fact that it felt so comforting was strange yet I was loving it.
His warmth, I don't want to leave it.
I held his hand on my cheek and closed my eyes relaxing myself.
"Emma?" Edan called me. "Hmm?" I opened my eyes to see him smiling
"You know, I missed you so much," he smiled and tapped on my nose lightly. Shit! Damn him! I gulped down the strange feelings he was giving me and freed my face from his touch.
"How long I've been sleeping?" I switched the topic at once.
"For two weeks," he replied calmly and my eyes widened with bewilderment. "What? Two weeks? Shit!" I sat up at once. "What the? How? I... how it happened? Oh no! I have to talk to my parents! And, and where the hell is my phone?"
I looked around and noticed that my clothes weren't of mine but of someone else. They were so comfortable as I wasn't in my dress, I was in an oversized shirt and some kind of boxers.
Oh no! A fear came over me and all the possibilities of what could have had happened started to play in my mind. The shirt was so big that my right shoulder was revealing and my hair were in a complete mess and my makeup - I bet - was all smudged up and... Wait! Wait for a second! Where was my lingerie? Oh God! No! No! No! No! That can't happen. No! Did Edan do that? No, it can't be. He would never do that. Right? Or would he?
Oh God, I was so confused right now. Turning my head, I saw Edan smirking and I knew he had gotten the idea of what I was thinking.
Damn this jerk! I hate him!
"Edan! What did you do?! I swear I'm gonna kill you this time, I'm not gonna forgive you!" I yelled at him, threatening him with glares. I was ready to kill him and all he doing was smirking. At once, he started laughing.
"I had so missed that Emma," he said between laughs. "My Emma,"
"Excuse me? Your Emma? I'm no ones," I rolled my eyes.
I was feeling fresh, I wasn't tired at all, though I felt a bit weak but I can deal with that jerk. I was a little hungry too.
"Okay, okay, calm down," his laughter turned into slight chuckles while I was fuming with anger.
How dare he laugh at me? I was all confused here and in a fear and all he doing was making fun of me.
"I was just kidding, God," he chuckled, "You had slept for like twelve hours, like half a day. And... we didn't do anything, which I wouldn't mind if you want to," he winked at me.
"In your dreams," I rolled my eyes at him. He chuckled and continued, "and to clear your thoughts, a maid changed your clothes and I swear I didn't even peek, which I wouldn't mind either," he smirked and I wanted to punch him.
"You're a jerk and a pervert," I said sticking out my tongue.
He sat up resting his head on the headboard. "A handsome jerk," he smirked and I scoffed at his comment.
I looked at the ceiling and tried to remember what actually happened before I passed out. "Why did you help me? Why did you take care of me?" I whispered after pondering on these questions for five minutes.
"I don't know Emma," he sighed, "It's a strange feeling. I don't know why I care about you and why I want you to be by my side," I looked at him. He was looking at me showing me his tantalizing smile. "I just don't know."
I looked into his eyes. Those blue eyes, I was in love with those eyes.
"I was wrong about you. You aren't that bad as I thought you were, I thought you're selfish, arrogant, playboy, rude jerk who loves to play with women. But... I guess... I was wrong," I smiled, "But you're still a jerk, a sweet jerk though," I whispered with a slight smile across my lips. Maybe I was indeed wrong. Seeing the fact that he didn't take advantage of me, maybe he wouldn't be like Den, maybe he was different. Just maybe...
"A sweet jerk? Wow! What a compliment! I never had that one before," he smirked and let out a chuckle.
"But I still hate you," I remarked smiling as he started laughing and muttered something under his breath but I couldn't make it.
"So, now can we be friends?" He asked raising his eyebrows, his eyes filled with hope. I stayed silent not giving hum an answer. I didn't want to repeat the same mistake again.
"Edan! I," I paused. "Well, you see, I'm not good with friendship with guys." I let out a sigh. "Actually, I don't think this friendship will work out, it'll just make things awkward. So," I let out a breath. "It's good this way." I smiled. He looked at me, his expression blank as if he was deep in thoughts. After a moment, he spoke, "Look Emma! Give it a chance, let's see if it works or not. Don't just jump to conclusions. One chance? Huh?" He rose his eyebrows looking intently at me. I pursed my lip into a thin line.
"Look, let's see for a month, if you think it's not working then we'll just end everything. We'll pretend that our friendship never happened. We'll get back to just boss and an assistant. Okay?" He asked, trying to convince me. Maybe, he was right. Maybe, this time the ending won't be a bad one. So, should I? Should I just say yes? Maybe I should. What bad could happen? It's not like I'll fall in love with him. Right?
Or will you Emma? An inner voice questioned.
No! Nah! Never! Never gonna happen. I laughed mentally at my stupid thoughts. I don't believe in love now nor any relationship, that was all bullshit.
"Okay, fine. We'll be friends, nothing more than that," I agreed and emphasized each and every word to make it clear. He didn't reply for a second but then he replied with a fine.
My stomach grumbled as Edan chuckled, "I bet you're hungry."
"Yup! Very much hungry," I replied, a little embarrassed.
"Let's go in the kitchen." Edan stood up and put a shirt on.
"You go, I'll be down after a minute," I said and went to the bathroom. After doing my business and washing my face, I went downstairs to find something for me to eat. After looking at the ingredients available in the fridge - and my craving - I decided to cook a quick pasta. I took out all the ingredients and place them on the shelf.
"You know how to cook?" Edan asked me surprised.
"Yes, why wouldn't I?" I took out the chicken from the packet and placing it on the cutting board, started to cut it into small pieces while I placed the noodles in the water to boil.
"Usually most women suck in cooking, so I was a little shocked you can say." He replied looking at me curiously.
"What? No! Cooking is a woman's thing. Maybe you never saw anyone before," I replied looking at him, mostly referring to his previous filings. Mostly cooking was a women thing but I was not quite sure if his previous flings knew how to even toast a bread. He chuckled at my response.
"Are you just gonna keep staring or would you help me with it?" I glared at him while putting my hands on my hips. "By the way what are you even staring at?" I raised my eyebrows demanding an answer.
"Umm, nothing," he shook his head. "I'm just seeing how sexy Emma looks in my clothes," he smirked as my cheeks warmed up at his comment and I turned my face to hide the blushing red face of mine behind my hairs
"Shut up and make yourself useful." I quickly said.
"What should I do? My lady!" I felt his warm breath against my ear as I sucked in a deep breath. A shiver ran down my spine.
How did he even get here so fast?
"G-Go cut the v-vegetables" I stammered and quickly went to the fridge to escape this strange nervousness.
"Okay," I heard him.
"Oouch," After a moment, I heard him yelp.
"What happened?" I looked at his finger, a cut on it, it wasn't that deep but it was bleeding. I took him to the living room and brought the first aid kit. Taking his hand in mine, I put some anti-infection as he winced, after that I bandaged it.
"What were you thinking while cutting those vegetables? You should have been careful!" I said angrily and glared at him.
"I was thinking about someone," he said staring back into my eyes.
"I- I don't care who the hell you were thinking about, you were supposed to cut the vegetables not your fingers," I replied a bit harshly.
"I was thinking about someone special," he replied seeing my expressions.
"And who was this someone special that you ended up injured," I tried to stop my question but my damn big mouth.
"Why? You jealous?" He teased me and I scoffed, "What? Me? Jealous? No way."
Why would I even be jealous? He was not my boyfriend. I was just curious, not jealous.
"I should check the pasta. Now sit here," I ordered and quickly turned towards the kitchen, still curious about that someone special. I set the table after twenty minutes and we both ate the pasta.
"It's good, not bad as I was expecting."
I rolled my eyes at his comment. I ate the pasta as I was so damn hungry. I looked at Edan staring at me with amused eyes.
"Nothing," he shrugged. "Just," he paused and I raised my eyebrows demanding an answer. "What?"
"You're eating like a bear." He chuckled whilst taking another bite.
"Shut up!" Rolling my eyes, I continued to eat my dinner. "So when we're leaving for Mexico?"
"There's been a change of plans. Mr. Brown will be coming here for that deal so we don't need to go." He replied.
"Well, that's great," I replied though a little disappointed as I wanted to see Mexico.
"Hmm?" I said chewing my food.
"Who was he?" he questioned.
"Who?" I asked while eating and savouring the amazing taste of the pasta.
"The one at the club." His question hit me like a thunder bolt. My bite got stuck in my throat and my body went numb. My fork fell on the floor at his question and I knew clearly now, to whom he was referring.
Is Emma going to tell him about her past or will she not?
Emma is so stubborn and she's 100% sure she will not fall in love but Edan has something else on his mind. He's not that easy to give up.
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P.S. sorry for mistakes.