I woke up slightly grumpy from getting a horrible night’s sleep again but smiled when I saw my peacock lying next to me. I can’t believe he got this for me. I bit my lip as I poked the toy, just to make sure it was real.
I stroked the fur on it, letting my fingers glide through the softness. Did he win it? It even smelled like him and somehow I realised I actually missed waking up to him beside me. My body was so used to having him next to me and now it felt so different without him to tell me to sleep or to have a phone poking me in the ribs.
It had been two days and staying in the house was driving me insane. Seriously. The first day, I spent time with Rose in my garden and then watched movies with Adrian after those two stopped flirting. Yesterday I spent time trying to google more jobs and got seriously bored and slept for more than half the day, which was just me lying in bed hoping I could fall asleep.
When are they coming home? I grumbled and got up then felt something under my feet. I looked down to see a phone and furrowed my eyebrows. I picked up the phone. Is this Darius’s? He couldn’t have possible left without his phone, could he? I remember taking it out of his pocket but that was all.
I turned the iPhone around in my hands, curiosity getting the better of me. Surprisingly he had no password and I smiled cheekily.
I opened his messages first, rolling my eyes at the people who he texted. My heart did a somersault upon seeing that there were no females from what I could see. But then I froze upon seeing one contact. James.
I quickly exited, not wanting to pry on his messages. I didn’t even want to read what they wrote to each other about business or anything. I should really tell Darius that James is not a man to mess with. Or I can tell my dad to tell him. But then Dad will find out why I broke up with him and then everything will get worse.
I couldn’t help clicking on his pictures. I laughed out loud as I saw a photo of documents. Typical Darius. I was even surprised he knew how to use the camera. After a few more, I stifled another laugh as I saw Adrian’s face come up. Adrian was taking selfies during a business meeting and they turned into Adrian trying to take photos with Darius who looked angry and annoyed.
Even in the photos, his eyes are so green, so piercing, like he was looking right at me. I quickly moved to the next pictures, which were more of Adrian’s selfies in an event. It looked formal and he took photos with everyone there. It made me wonder, why on earth did Adrian have his phone?
I sighed, a bit frustrated that Darius didn’t have many pictures, and those he did were of Adrian’s. I turned to the last picture and froze. Staring back at me were dark brown eyes, ones that looked black in the picture, with long eyelashes that only made those eyes stand out.
She was smiling, the sun behind her bright and the water around her sparkling. In her hand was a surfboard which she was trying to put up the car. She was me.
When did he take this?
It was the time where he made me pack the car, saying that I shouldn’t have made him bring all this if I wasn’t going to use it. I quickly exited the photo and lay on my back. I could practically feel my heart racing.
He took a picture of me?
I finally got up after another hour of pondering and sighed as I went to have a shower. The first thing I did after I woke up the first day Darius was gone was take an hour-long shower, but it only made me sick because of the mist everywhere. I had showered at least two times that day to make up for the lack of shower before. I grabbed my towel and clothes, rushing in to get rid of the disgusting feeling in my mouth.
Truth be told, this was probably the most exciting thing I did in the days I was by myself. Brush my teeth. At least it gave me something to do.
Stepping out of the shower, I sighed in happiness. I felt so fresh and relaxed.
I could hear noises downstairs. Adrian was probably up, too. It was a regular thing the past two days, waking up to see him cooking in the kitchen.
I walked down to see him look up from rummaging through the fridge.
“Good you’re up. You sleep more than my cousin, you know?”
“A girl needs her beauty sleep, okay,” I snapped. I was starving and whatever he was making smelled amazing.
“You don’t need any,” he muttered as he pulled out eggs. Just because he and his cousin were more than good looking doesn’t mean they have to brag.
“I still can’t believe you can cook,” I said, leaning against the bench.
“And I can’t believe you can’t.” He winked, making me turn a lovely shade of red. It wasn’t my fault. I tried cooking but mother would always tell me off because of it, and then when I tried, mishaps would happen.
“I take it you didn’t sleep well?”
“Huh?” I was looking at all the ingredients he took out.
He poked my skin just below my eyes. “You have dark circles,” he said.
“I do?” I asked. He grabbed some pots and pans, nodding.
“That makes two of you.”
“I know someone else who would have slept badly.” Adrian winked again.
“I am so confused,” I said, shaking my head.
“Just cut this up for me.” He chucked a cucumber, which I barely caught. I walked around to the other side of the bench and grabbed the knife.
“You know how to chop, right?” he asked.
I could feel an intense blush coming to my face and turned around to keep him from seeing it. “Of course I do,” I snapped, a bit too defensively, might I add. He nodded and turned around and I stared at the vegetable in front of me.
Truth be told, I don’t. But there was no way I was going to admit that. That would just make me a spoiled kid who grew up getting everything she wanted. Which was far from the truth. How hard can it be?
I chopped the ends of the cucumber off. It was slippery. Why couldn’t they be more flat? I sliced it down in half, so at least the bottom was flat which made it easier to cut. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing but the pieces came in various shapes and slices and I stifled a grin.
“Yep,” I said, turning around to face him. Adrian took a look at my masterpiece and his face contorted into different emotions. Alright, it wasn’t that bad.
“Shut up,” I muttered, putting the knife down.
“I’m joking, thanks,” but then he grabbed the chop board from me. I watched as he mixed the cucumber with other vegetables. It was quite embarrassing, really. A guy knew how to cook and I didn’t. Maybe I could ask him to teach me. My thoughts were disturbed as the phone rang.
“I’ll get it.” He was already racing away from the pan to the other room. I shrugged and jumped onto the kitchen bench. I never thought I would be here one day, becoming a wife but feeling so bored. Scratch that. I wasn’t even a housewife. I was basically a house statue, not even doing anything.
Adrian came back with a smile on his face and I raised an eyebrow.
“What?” I asked, feeling hungry. I could practically feel my stomach growling. I watched as he turned off the stove and smiled at me. I raised an eyebrow again. Wasn’t he going to finish cooking that?
“Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand none too gently and pulling me up the stairs.
“Eh, Adrian?” I asked in confusion. I nearly tripped over my feet as I went up. I could see clothes littered everywhere, courtesy of Adrian. And since Ma was apparently visiting her grandchildren, there was no one to clean it up. I tried but gave up after picking up his tenth shirt and not knowing what to do with it.
Living with Adrian was like living with a child.
“Pack,” ordered Adrian, shoving me into the master bedroom.
“We’re going to France.”
“Oh, and bring Darius’s phone as well, will you?”
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