Chapter 5 Daydream
Amrah: Daydream
I must have heard it wrong, right?
Chris wasn't blaming me for what just happened right?
"What?" I whispered, unable to get my voice any higher.
"You are suppose to endure it, but you fucking started crying like some kid."
"This is my first time, Chris. It was painful, I... I couldn't take it"
"But you could take my best friend's kiss shamelessly." he shot back.
"That was a game. I thought we over that already. And I have told you many times in the past that I... I'm scared of sex"
"I promised you will enjoy it but you don't trust me, he looked so hurt that I began to feel guilty.
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, it wa s just too painful" I could still the feel the pain him tearing through me.
"You are supposed to endure! I'm out, fuck you" he kicked my coffee table aside and stormed off.
"Chris! Wait please, I'm sorry. Please, don't go" I scrambled out of the couch, hurriedly putting my shirt and skirt on.
I winced when a sharp pain shot through my core as I took a step forward. I crumbled to the ground unable to hold myself up with my weak knees.
"Chris..." he was out already.
I broke into a sob as a lot of emotions crashed in my chest. I was angry at myself for letting him get angry again.
It been three days since I last stepped out of my apartment, Daphy knock a few times everyday but I didn't answer her.
She sent me a number of messages and I told her that I was fine and I just needed sometime to myself. I know that didn't convince her, but it was enough to leave me for the moment.
As usual, Chris was back to ignoring me. Worse still, he was active on WE because I could see hisnoost everyday.
He even had a race with his friends about two hours ago, it was a local race garage he goes with some other guys who lived in our building, but on a different floor.
They always hangout in that garage, the ladies also goes there sometimes to cheer them on whenever they were racing with other guys.
"He might still be there since he won the race. Maybe they would treat themselves to som hotpot and drinks." I muttered to myself.
In my disheveled state, I scrambled up, and looked for a random frock gown to put on. I washed my face and pulled my hair into a simple bun.
"I look good." I reassured myself after applying some lipgloss.
I have decided to let Chris have sex with me regardless of the pain. His mood affected our relationship and his anger did nothing but bring us apart each time.
"Amy, are you okay? I haven't seen you in about a week" I met Yvonne at the elevator.
"I'm fine" I gave her my practices fake smile.
"You look so pale and a bit different, are you sure?"
"I got my period" the lie slipped out easily.
"Oh... I get it. Sorry dear. It is the worse"
"Yeah" I was glad to have been abl to convince her, else she would insist.
"See you"
We parted ways as I took a cab to the garage while she went her way. My knees were bouncing restlessly all the way to the garage.
"We are"
I didn't even realize that we had arrive because I was thinking of what to say to Chris when I meet him at the garage.
I had a hard time locating the spot Chris usually stayed with his friend because I have been there only twice. My heart dropped when I found the place empty.
There were a number of sport cars of course but no human. I walked forward dejectedly, as if I was wishing that Chris was hiding in one of the car.
"Don't fuck with me" I heard a familiar voice come from the sliding glass partition. I moved closer and the door was slightly opened.
"What do you mean they found out"
Zayd?
I peeped through the half-opened door and met with the most baiting scene I have ever seen physically in my whole life.
He stood there shirtless, and I couldn't help but stare. His physique was the kind you saw in fitness magazines—lean and defined without being overly bulky.
Every muscle was visible beneath his skin, sculpted and toned in a way that suggested hours of disciplined training.
"I will waiting for them" he spoke to the phone as he turned around, meeting my gaze.
I shamelessly stared on.
A long thin black rope around his neck held an intricately carved jade pendant. The dark green jade was rather eye-catching.
A thin layer of sweat glistened across his chest and shoulders, catching the light and highlighting the contours of his body.
It traced the lines of his abs, which were carved into distinct ridges down his torso, down into his trousers that hung a bit lower...
Amrah!
Look at his arms, they were corded with lean muscle, the kind that came from actual strength rather than just aesthetics, and they flexed slightly with even the smallest movement of holding his phone to his ear.
A few droplets of sweat ran down from his collarbone, following the valley between his pecs before disappearing along the defined V-line that led beneath his low hanging waistband.
"No need" he declared and disconnected the call.
There was something primal and magnetic about the sight—raw and unpretentious, like he was completely unaware of the effect he had.
It was the kind of physique that made your mouth go dry and your thoughts scatter.
Mouth-watering didn't even begin to cover it.
"Amrah" he called, and I just wished he would call my name again.
"Amrah?"
"Huh!" I answered jolting out of my daydream.
The next moment, I was pulled into his arms as he docked behind the beanbag by the door, something swoosh past my cheek and then another...
"Fuck!" Zayd cussed.
I felt a stinging pain on my forearm and I slipped into unconsciousness before I could see what it was.