IT'S UNDERSTANDABLE that the name he's mentioning is his sister-in-law. He is suffering from hallucinations. Besides, I was not ignorant of how he feels for Lara.
But why is the world allowing this guy to be in pain? I understand heartbreak, so why do I feel compelled to blame the sky when I look at this one? He was constantly at the top of his game, and he has nearly everything-a prosperous life, a happy career, and a stable business.
Now I understand that there was no such thing as a perfect life. Everyone has challenges in life; whether it is a matter of money or a family problem, there's always someone who will put your own resilience to the test. It aches to realized that we're going through the same thing right now. But since I had no choice, I tried to cope up, but when I looked at him, I couldn't. I want to feel bad about myself. Now I understand why it was termed heartache. It's a deep, unexplainable sensation in your chest. The agony isn't acute or dull, but rather like a bomb that might explode at any moment.
I slowly averted my eyes from him and slightly wiped the tears from my eyes. I thought it would hurt to experience it alone, but seeing someone else suffer hurts more than your own agony.
I felt his breathing slow down, so I feel his forehead. His fever has gone down a bit, and he was also starting to sweat.
I bit my lip and slowly removed his hand, hugging me, then headed to his walk-in closet.
I was no longer surprised at the number of clothes I saw. I almost caught my eye at the number of leather jackets hanging in a cabinet. Once again, I was impressed by the cleanliness and orderliness of his closet. I can't stop thinking. Who fixes them? The shoe rack was spectacular. I could nearly feel the size of his shoes and trousers, which were still wrapped in plastic. The white and colorful T-shirts, the shorts, and a few personal things were all kept separate.
Eventually, I decided to pick up a white V-neck shirt and a towel and head out.
He was still asleep when I arrived. I quickly pulled his comforter, and I just shook my head because his clothes were already wet with sweat.
"Rex?" I called him before lying down beside him.
I was devastated when I looked at his broad chest. His broad chest melting my heart and eliminating my power. Anyone might want to be confined in his arms.
I closed my eyes firmly first. I can't hear my rapid breathing, but I can feel the oxygen flooding in and out of my lungs. I barely glanced at him and tried to calm my heart.
"It's alright, Cherry, you'll just change his clothes," I whispered to myself.
At that point, I started to approach him and gently lifted his shirt. I was halfway to the top when he suddenly touched my wrist.
"What are you doing?" His voice was on fire. His eyes were also full of questions as he stared at me.
"What, ahh . . ." I quickly averted my eyes and pulled my hand away from him.
His mouth twitched a little as my throat closed in threat. I didn't utter a sound because of this unwanted situation.
"Come on. I'm not sleeping." Then he laughter filled the inside of his room.
"What?!" I spat.
I seemed to lose color at what he said. Does he think I was taking advantage of him?
"Come on, show me." The corner of his mouth lifted into a big smile, and it's widened into a brilliant grin as his head rests on his two arms.
"Excuse me. I'm not what you think!" I violently threw the V-neck shirt I was holding on his chest and attempted to get off the bed.
"Where are you going?" His voice was full of authority as he spoke again. I rolled my eyes and gaze intently into his eyes. If the look was just deadly, he would be dead in front of me.
"You and your dirty mind, get off me!" I said before tapping his hand, who seemed even more pleased with my reaction.
His natural arrogance really irritates me. I couldn't help but squirm as I got off his bed.
"Cherry," he whispered my name in a way that only he could do.
"What?" I faced him and stared at him.
He was laughing, and I was feeling absolutely delirious. I couldn't believe being stunned while watching him laugh.
But I immediately blinked without a word when he took off his clothes right in front of me. He gently wiped his wet sweat. Oh, goddamn gracious of God! Is he for real?!
I turned my gaze in the other direction. Okay, Cherry, enough!
I cleared my throat first before glancing at him again. "You seem okay here. Can I go now?" I returned the formality of my face.
"Who told you that? I'm the only one who will tell you when you can go." He got up from the bed. I think he felt comfortable after sweating, so he got up and went straight to the bathroom.
Admit it, Cherry. He holds you by the neck. No matter what else you do, you are not safe, nor can you escape.
I heave a sigh of relief as he disappeared from my sight. I just wanted to get out of his room. I can't stand the heat of his presence, especially when we're the only two together.
I simply covered the bowl of soup I was carrying before placing it in his refrigerator. I decided to sit on his couch and wait for him, but Rexon did not come out the door after a few minutes.
I bit my lip deep, hard, and impatiently waiting for the miracle to happen because I chose to stay outside. That was better than us being together inside. I don't like the idea of us being alone in the room, even though I've been feeling weird before.
I closed my eyes and leaned on the armrest. I even lifted my two legs on the couch to make myself more comfortable while sitting. I did not realize that I was dragged by drowsiness.
When I woke up, it was already dark outside. I puffed my eyes, stood up, and looked for the light switch on. I also quickly glanced at Rexon's closed door.
"I fell asleep." I glanced at my wristwatch. It was past six in the evening, and I needed to go home.
I knocked on Rexon's room to check if he's okay, but there's no answer.
"Rexon, I need to go home." I knocked on the door repeatedly.
I let out a few sighs before turning the doorknob, but I frowned when I found out it was locked.
"Damn it!" I whispered. "I'm leaving. It's up to you if you don't want to open. Just don't try to call me. I'm not your babysitter. How dare you!" I slammed the closed door. "And one more thing, it's not my fault that you got sick because you wanted to take a shower in the rain just to take me home!" I shouted with anger.
"Dude, is that true?!"
I quickly looked at the voice behind my back. I can feel the sweat drench on my skin and the thumping of my heart against my chest.
Jeff, Skye, and Zach-even his girlfriend Clara-were there. They even included some women I didn't know, and most of all, Rexon was wearing his killer leather jacket and a silver lip piercing.