Akamai - Chapter Three
I wake up at six AM. My body is accustomed to waking up at this time, as I have to get to the café for seven AM breakfast. I’m not working until nine this morning though, thank God.
I roll over and my eyes land on Akamai. He’s lying on his back; the sheets have moved down to his waist. His muscular, bare chest is revealed to me. God, he’s fucking gorgeous. And I had sex with him. I feel quite proud, looking at his perfect physique.
It’s a shame he isn’t from here, it would have been nice to see him again. I’m not one for goodbyes, hence why I just left my hometown without looking back. I need to do that again; I don’t want it to be awkward between us.
I sneak out of the bed and creep to the bathroom. I put on last night’s clothes, feeling a bit dirty. I collect my clutch and put my heels on.
I hold my breath and quietly sneak out of the front door. I walk past the cabins and onto the street. Five minutes later, I’m home.
I take another shower and put my clothes in wash. After slipping on my uniform, I have my breakfast. I charge my phone and watch some TV for an hour. When I have half an hour before I need to be at the café, I get my things and lock up my apartment.
I get into my car and drive towards the café. My heart starts beating frantically when a police car flashes its lights for me to pull over. I pull into a nearby space. My palms feel clammy with nerves as I watch the police officer step out of the vehicle and approach my car.
“Morning, Miss. Are you aware that your brake light is out?” She asks casually.
“No, I wasn’t aware of that,” I reply nervously.
“I’m going to write you a vehicle defect rectification notice, you have 14 days to get your light fixed and take your receipt to police station.”
“Okay, thank you, Officer.”
I scowl and drive away once she is done. Another thing to sort out. Once I get to work, I ask my boss where the best place to get my light fixed is. She says Brian’s garage, he’s Akamai’s friend. Hopefully he won’t find out about what happened between us. I manage to get my car booked in this afternoon for two PM.
When I wake up, I’ve got a huge smile on my face. I met my mate last night. Twenty-three years and I’ve finally met her. And I got to have sex with her. I feel like a kid with how happy and excited I am.
I roll over and my face drops. She’s not in bed. I scent the air and growl lowly; she’s not been here for a while. Knowing it’s pointless, I check the entire cabin. She’s gone.
I only got her first name, and that Tilly is her cousin. At least I got her number. I can’t believe she skipped out on me.
I take a shower and put on some fresh clothes. Just as I’m drying my hair, my phone rings.
“Hey,” I pick up the phone to Brian.
“Hey, man, how are you? How’d it go with your mate last night?” He asks. At the mention of my mate, my heart speeds up.
“Really good, but she’s skipped out on me this morning. I only know that her name is Carlotta, she’s Tilly’s cousin. Do you know her?”
I can hear Brian laughing on the other end of the line, making me scowl. “As if she did a fuck and chuck, brilliant!” I wait impatiently for him to sober up and answer my question. “I don’t know her man, but I know of her. Funnily enough, she’s just booked her car into the shop this afternoon to get her brake light fixed.”
“I’ll come in and take that job, I want to see her again.”
“Sure thing, man, she’s booked in for two. See you then.”
My little mate thought she could get away from me, shame it won’t be that easy for her.
My shift seems to drag at the café. I don’t know if it is cause I’ve only had about four hours sleep, or that Sunday’s are our busiest days, or that I can’t take my mind off Akamai. I’m thinking a combination of all three.
I feel so relieved when it finally ends. I drive my car over to the garage; it shouldn’t take too long to fix. That Brian guy is outside when I pull up, wiping his dirty hands on a cloth. I roll down my window to ask him where he wants me to put my car.
“Just drive into lane 2 in the garage, someone will fix your light,” he says and points towards the building.
I follow the painted arrows on the ground into ‘lane 2’ and park in the garage. There are two other cars next to mine. I get out of my car and look around.
My heart stops when they land on Akamai. Dressed in blue coveralls, with a bandana keeping his curls off his forehead, he looks even better than I remember. I swallow hard, realising how awkward this is about to get. He approaches me with a hard, unimpressed look on his face.
“Well, imagine seeing you here,” he drawls, sounding majorly pissed off.
“Um, my brake light is out. Could you fix it, please?” I ask nervously, standing near my car for protection.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Sure. It’ll take about 45 minutes, you’re welcome to wait here,” he says. “In fact, pull up that chair, let’s talk.”
Unbelievably nervous, I do as he says and sit down on the wooden stool nearby. Akamai gets to his knees and drags his toolbox towards him.
I watch him work. His large, tanned hands wield the tools easily.
“So, care to explain why you ditched me?” He asks, sounding calm, when I know he is anything but.
“I didn’t know that you wanted me to stick around. I was trying to avoid an awkward situation in the morning,” I reply honestly. He turns to me and glares.
“You didn’t even ask me. Who says it would have been awkward? Who says I only wanted one night?” He demands and I swallow again, my mouth suddenly feels very dry.
“Don’t you?” I ask quietly.
He frowns at me. “No, Lottie. I don’t. I want more than that.”
I nervously fiddle with my hands in my lap. “I didn’t know that.”
“I know, because you didn’t ask or wait around to find out in the morning,” he snaps. I keep my eyes on my hands and I hear him sigh. “Look, I’m sorry, I was just hurt, alright? I really didn’t expect you to leave me.”
I finally look up at him and guilt floods me. He genuinely looks really hurt. “I’m sorry, I thought it was for the best. I should have stuck around.”
He nods. “Yeah, you should have. Now, how’s about we try again tonight, let me take you on a date?” He asks, taking me by surprise.
He grins at me. “Yes, really.”
“Yes, okay,” I reply, feeling all kinds of nervous again.
“Good. Text me your address and I’ll pick you up at seven,” he orders and reaches for another tool. “Now, tell me more about you.”
Akamai fixes my car and refuses to let me pay for it. I return home and eagerly pick out my outfit for tonight. I can’t believe he wants to see me again! I genuinely thought it was a one night stand and he wouldn’t be interested in more.
When I open my door to him at seven o’clock, he leans in and kisses me. There is so much affection and longing in that kiss, that I have no qualms about whether he only wants me for one night.
I’m surprised to see an expensive Mercedes on the street. Akamai opens the door for me to get in, what a gentleman.
“So, where are you taking me?” I ask when he gets into the car.
“Have you heard of Romero’s?”
“No, sorry. I’ve only been here a week.”
“Okay, well, they do great pizzas...you like pizza, right?” He checks and I nod enthusiastically.
“Good, otherwise I’m not sure we’d be able to continue dating,” he jokes and my heart flutters.
The food is amazing, we each get an eighteen inch pizza. I know that Akamai isn’t expecting me to finish mine, so I do. The look of respect and awe on his face is worth the food baby I get from it.
We decide to take a walk after we’ve finished, try to work off some of the carbs we’ve consumed. We find a secluded bench and talk some more. It’s chilly out, so I cuddle into Akamai’s side, his arm around my shoulders.
“I’ve really enjoyed tonight, let’s do this again,” he says and kisses my forehead.
I’ve never had a guy this interested in me before. I love it.