"Diana?" I shouted the name of the only person I wanted to meet. I was tired and excited at the same time; I wanted to spill every detail of our journey to Diana. Reed and I had made some progress. Unlike other times, we talked, properly talked, and he did not ignore me.
Reed had to check on the borders, so he left me at the main gate. On top of that, he bid me goodbye. I was grinning like a mad teenage girl who had talked to her crush for the first time.
"Diana?" I asked, checking each room. The lights were off. The servants were probably gone by now. After looking through each room, I opened my bedroom. A white note was placed in the middle of the bed. I sat on the bed lazily and opened the note. I know who wrote the letter.
Dear Esma,
It seems that the work for which I had gone for would probably take some time and you have to live without me for few days. I hope Reed will not give you a hard time (because I have already seen the future) LOL. I will miss you but remember what I told you earlier.
Until then,
Diana.
I folded the letter and put it on the shelf beside my bed, and sighed. Remember what I had told you earlier. Diana's words rang in my head. I took out the talisman from my pocket. It was beautiful, a piece of art. There was gold embroidery over it, and something was written on it in a foreign language.
I wanted to know about Reed's past, but I wanted to give him a fair chance. To let him open himself, and after today I had some hope for it. I clutched the talisman and, with a final look, put it in my drawer.
I checked my phone for some updates but soon opened my playlist. I put on the headphones and started going downstairs to the kitchen. It was the weekend, and Diana had already given the servants a half-day off.
I connected my phone with the music system so that I could work more effectively. I changed the song to my favorite one, “Lonely” by Bella Throne, put it on repeat, and switched on the gas stove. I decided to make some spaghetti.
I only check my phone when I'm lonely and horny.
I only check my phone when I feel all alone.
I danced to the other drawer and took out the packet. After putting it in hot water, I concentrated on the spaghetti. I jumped to the refrigerator and took out all the ingredients one by one.
I danced to the beat and enjoyed the lyrics. One by one, I put all the ingredients on the table— flour, salt, oregano, garlic, oil, tomatoes, and sugar. I quickly mixed the broth and put all the ingredients into it. By now, the spaghetti was done. I always loved cooking with my mother, and today I realized how much I missed it. I lowered the gas and danced to the refrigerator to get something to drink. I left the bottle of wine on the table just when the best lines of the song came.
I don't wanna use my vibrator every other time. If you're not fucking me then that should be a crime. I wanna call you up, but you don't have time. So, I sit with my phone instead of you all the time. When I'm horny, all alone. All alone.
I shouted the lyrics at the top of my lungs and soon started laughing when the song ended. I laughed so hard I hadn't realized when Reed entered the house and was standing in the kitchen looking at me amusingly. I stopped as soon I realized he had seen my little concert. I blushed scarlet crimson. He didn't take his eyes off me for a second. I shifted from foot to foot and prayed for the ground to swallow me. The song again started playing. I mentally palmed myself and started looking for my phone. But as I thought, it also betrayed me.
Reed stood stoic and started walking towards me, eating the distance with each step he took. I took each step backward and soon became painfully aware of the proximity of the wall behind me.
Back pressed against the wall, I closed my eyes and bit my lip. His scent invaded my nostrils. I inhaled greedily. I was addicted to his scent, his aftershave, everything. I felt his minty breath near my ear, and I shuddered visibly. I hated how he had this much control over me.
Suddenly, the music in the background changed on its own. A sweet melody started playing before the girl started singing.
Ocean blue eyes looking in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and die.
The lyrics never felt so right until now.
He shut the gas off and started walking back to the upstairs. Before closing the door behind him, he stopped and looked in my direction. " Your phone is ringing," he said smugly. "Prepare the plates and open the red bottle. I don't like white wine." With that, he started walking upstairs.
I released the breath god knows for how long I was holding and wiped off my sweat. My eyes grew large as soon his words started registering in my mind. Did he really take the initiative to have dinner with me himself? Or maybe he was just hungry. Hungry. My mind soon started playing with me by showing the different meanings of that single word. The music resumed.
I only checked my phone when I'm lonely and horny.
I shook my head and checked my phone. There was a message from an unknown number. I opened the text and soon smiled unconsciously.
I told you, Reed won't give you a hard time. And you are most welcomed for the ringtone.
XOXO Diana.