5. Annoyingly sweet

5. Annoyingly sweet

CELESTE BRAUN

I was shocked, she looked like a sick woman with the room half dark, the sheet covering half of her body, her face so thin that her bones could be seen like a skull. She had her eyes closed, a respirator was clinging to her nose and she seemed to be breathing deeply, the little hair she had on her head was very light, almost like platinum yellow, her skin was pale, it was so thin that it seemed like it would disappear. in his bones.

But what was this? Had they kidnapped her here?

I was tempted to open the door a little more and enter, but suddenly someone rudely pushed me by the shoulder to the side and slammed the door shut, I swallowed heavily feeling like I was caught red-handed. When I looked up I found Angelo's gray eyes bloodshot, he looked tired and judging by the swollen vein on her forehead; angry.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in your room?" He said through clenched teeth.

Wow, I had forgotten how terrifying he was when he was this upset.

"I was going to the bathroom," I replied.

"This is not the bathroom," she emphasized as if she were stupid.

Wow, she was still as temperamental as before.

"I already realized," I said and leaned my head towards the door he previously closed, "who is she?"

Angelo didn't seem to want to give any kind of explanation for this.

"It's none of your business." He blamed me.

I took a deep breath and perceived that light perfume that I always loved about him.

"Wow," I raised an eyebrow, "it's any of my business if you have a woman on a gurney sick and connected, locked in a room, are you a police officer who is also a sick kidnapper?"

He snorted, seeming somewhere between amused and annoyed by my questioning.

"Do you really think that about me, Celeste?"

My name on her lips made me feel intense heat running through my lower back, having it in front of me again brought back thousands of memories to my head.

Memories that I wanted to bury.

I stared at him with a shrug.

"I believe everything about you," I whispered, "in the end I don't know who you are."

His jaw clenched, he took another step towards me, I felt like the hallway had become small, or rather that I had become tiny because he was so tall.

"Go to your room," he warned me.

I didn't answer him anything, I just turned around and started walking, but he walked ahead of me, grabbing my arm roughly, his strong touch was warm against my skin, I stopped and looked at him without understanding why he didn't leave me alone.

"Your room isn't there," Angelo replied.

"I told you I'm going to the bathroom," I repeated slowly as if I had hearing problems, "or are you also going to tie me up in a basement?"

Without letting go, he practically dragged me to the hallway bathroom and opened the door.

"It's here," he said, annoyed.

“Thank you,” I said in his own angry tone.

I entered, closing the door in his face, he was still as heavy as before. I washed my face but I was very hot and I couldn't stop thinking about how William would be or if he had woken up and noticed that he wasn't there, I didn't want to think about his face crying for me.

Curse.

I took a bath to see if I could clear my head and then I wrapped myself in a towel. I considered putting on the same clothes, but that dress had the smell of the cigarette and alcohol club. When I came out, I ran into Angelo's ass face again. , seemed slightly calmer with a gray cloth in his hands.

"This is one of my shirts," he offered it to me, "you can wear it if you want."

I looked at him, stunned that he was being polite, and took it.

"Thank you, very kind."

I went into the bathroom again and put it on, it was a flannel, it stayed on my thighs, I took off the towel and left it in her place. When I came out, Angelo was still outside, his eyes slid down the shirt to my legs, I wasn't wearing a bra so I covered myself with my dress so he wouldn't see my erect nipples just from his mere glance.

"Are you guarding me or what?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm keeping an eye on you," he stated, "in case you forget, I don't know who you are either."

I smiled with some irony.

"But we knew each other through and through," I said ironically, "did you forget that?"

He looked at me intently and replied:

"No, I didn't forget."

His soft words and his gray eyes fixed on mine made my cheeks tingle with blush.

I swallowed heavily, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

"You can give me water?" I asked, "I really apologize for bothering you so much, but it's hard for me to sleep because I can't stop thinking about William."

"William?" He repeated.

My son's name had really escaped my mouth, I licked my lips, I couldn't hide it anymore.

"Yes, that's my son's name," I admitted.

I noticed how something in his angry expression changed to a surprised one, his eyes shone and his lips stretched a little to say:

"Come, we can have some tea, I also find it difficult to sleep."

We went to the kitchen, it was elegant, but somewhat lonely and dark; in fact his entire every appearance seemed slightly dull and without shine or colors... or life.

I sat down while he placed the teapot and he sat, both of us in silence, as if we didn't know what to say, I really didn't know what to say, being in this big house, he just asked me over and over again where his wife was and if he He would like me to be at his house.

"Have you been well these years?" He asked finally breaking the ice.

He seemed to have his guard lower, his eyes shining with curiosity.

"Yes, I'm not complaining, I graduated, I got a job, it's not my favorite, but, it works in the meantime, William growing more and more, he is very intelligent."

"Like me," he commented.

I looked at him, he looked at me too, and we fell into a tense silence again.

I licked my lips, I couldn't take credit away from the boy, we both believed it even though I hated to admit it. I cleared my throat.

"And your wife?" I asked for.

I noticed how his face changed to a more cautious expression.

"What do you want to know?" He responded with another question.

"Well, where is she?" I blurted out. "I haven't seen her since I arrived."

He looked at me, his hand playing with the light layer of dust on the table.

"You met her," he stated.

"Did I know her?" I repeated without understanding.

He finally looked up and looked at me.

"I didn't kidnap that woman you saw in the room, she is in poor health, her name is Jesica and she is my wife."