~Chapter 11~
In the morning, when I woke up, all I knew was that my head and back hurt terribly.
I hadn’t gotten out of bed or even opened my eyes because I was too sleepy for such activity.
I think another five or ten minutes passed before I decided to open my tired eyes.
I got up from bed, still with blurry vision, and walked toward what I assumed was the bathroom.
The first thing I saw after peeing was a total mess — my whole body trembling in spasms. It seemed history was repeating itself.
“Ugh…” I whined, though I wasn’t sure why, but the whole thing gave me a pretty bad vibe.
I looked more closely in the mirror, and as my vision somewhat returned to normal, I realized I was completely “loved last night,” I giggled leaving the bathroom, but as I re-entered the bedroom, my jaw dropped.
Who would have thought that I, Cassian Vex, would end up sleeping with that kind of person — someone with an arrogant, dominant aura — and that it would be multiplied by two, because there were two of them in the bed?
I won’t lie, they were pretty enough to look at while sleeping.
I thought to myself, then realized I had a headache like I’d downed ten energy drinks in a row.
I sat back in the middle, because I wasn’t going to sleep on the floor, and at that hour, I wasn’t in the mood to find another room.
I lay back in bed but was immediately stopped by a moan of pain when I tried to lie on my back. I immediately regretted the decision.
“Hey, hey, take it easy,” said the dark-haired, blue-eyed guy, still half asleep, whom I remembered from yesterday but in a haze.
The other seemed to be a dark brown, which I couldn’t fully recall, and he added,
“I think it would be easier for you to sleep on your stomach, it won’t hurt as much, prince,” he said, with a slightly different accent, if I’m right.
I looked at both of them, and they stared back at me curiously.
I quickly got out of bed, regretting it internally, because I really didn’t want to be vulnerable in front of them.
They seemed arrogant after our first interaction, but their charm was refined, and that was definitely a plus.
The dark-haired one quickly got out of bed and came to take my hand as I put on jeans — at least I still had boxers on, thankfully.
“Where do you think you’re going, prince?
I’m not done yet,” he said, quite annoyed, but I didn’t give him time for his ego to come back and slapped him hard across the face.
“I’m done here, so I’m leaving,” I said nonchalantly.
“What the hell was that?” he said, offended, his frustration peaking.
I looked at him with disgust, and at the other as well, as I grabbed my torn shirt, leaving it in the room, and stormed out of the room wearing only my pants.
I knew I should have stayed home; I realized this as I got angry over something minor.
So vulnerable, Cassian.
My subconscious told me, and I really needed sleep.
I reached what seemed to be an exit and pushed the door, ending up in the house’s parking lot.
Seeing Sergio’s car, I quickly went to it, hoping it was unlocked, and climbed into the driver’s seat.
Just as I was about to start the car, something stopped me.
Sergio. Of course, he had followed me. I got out, grabbed a hoodie that seemed to belong to Sergio since it was much bigger, and went back inside.
Entering the house for the third time, I finally realized the expensive luxury I had stayed in last night and next to whom — my stomach turned again at that sinister thought in my messed-up head.
I walked for two or three minutes when I remembered my phone.
OF COURSE. What an idiot not to call Sergio after the phone.
I opened my phone — half battery left, and it was almost 5:30.
I saw over a hundred messages from Emy and Theo, and a few from Sergio, but I didn’t open them yet — maybe later.
I went to the contacts and called his number.
Once. Twice. Nothing. I thought about leaving him there but remembered that he had come after me a few hours ago in the rain, just to take something from Mom.
I sighed deeply and went to the kitchen because my stomach demanded food — a lot of food.
I found the kitchen, which by the way is gigantic, probably 1.
90 meters tall. I hadn’t noticed that last night.
I thought of Mom as I glanced more closely through the kitchen:
Past:
“Mom, Mom.”
“Yes, Cassian, what is it? Do you want something?” Mom said, worried.
“If you could want something now, what would you choose?” I asked, curious.
“Well, if we talk about something material, I’d choose to have a kitchen where I could make all your favorite desserts and your brother’s, a kitchen as big as in the stories, to live a happy life with your father, to drink coffee on the kitchen counter with a scented candle in the middle,” she said with such sincerity and desire.
“But…” I didn’t get to speak because she continued.
“Anyway, what do you want to eat…”
Present:
I didn’t even realize I was smiling and touching the black matte marble of the furniture.
Then it hit me — from then on, my parents weren’t the same if Mom wanted a beautiful life with Dad…
A few seconds later, after chasing away the thought, I was interrupted by Emy.
A completely disastrous Emy, unknown to me in this way.
“Hey Cassian. What are you doing? It’s 7, why aren’t you sleeping?
” she asked, worried as she saw my stressed face.
I hadn’t even realized I’d been sitting on the kitchen counter for over an hour.
“What happened? You’re pretty red in the face,” she said, approaching me and putting a hand on my head.
Her tired eyes suddenly became like egg yolks, and she said worriedly, “Oh my God, Cassian, you’re burning like lava.
”
“Oh, it’s nothing, I’m waiting for Sergio, then I’ll go home,” I said, putting a hand on my back — my back still hurt like hell.
Just as I was talking, Sergio appeared in the kitchen doorway, looking better than the two of us, alert and with a vibe of “let’s go instead of staying here.
”
“Let’s go, please,” I agreed, seeing Sergio with the keys in hand, which I took, but Emy suddenly grabbed my hand.
“Cassian, you said you’d stay here until Monday,” she said, sighing.
“I didn’t say anything, and I didn’t plan it.
”
“But…”
“Stop, Emy. Why do you want me to stay somewhere I don’t belong until Monday?
Be honest… I’m leaving.”
“Please, don’t drive.
You have a high fever, and stop at a supermarket for some water or medicine,” she looked at me, then exchanged glances with Sergio, taking the keys from my hand and handing them to him.
“Now, you go and take my brother and my friend home, and take care of him,” Emy said, leaving for a room.
She nodded indifferently, telling us to go, so we headed for the exit of this huge palace.
As I went to close the door, I saw those annoying guys coming down the stairs.
I saw them quicken their pace toward me, so I hurried to reach the car first. Once Sergio and I were already in the car and leaving the mansion, I glanced back and saw them behind, probably annoyed, looking at the car with disdain.
On the way home, I only know I didn’t stop anywhere.
After about an hour of driving, I thought about sleeping since I was drowsy and my head was pounding.
I no longer wanted to think about those aura-filled, millionaire people…
Luxury may be their stage, but what Cassian doesn’t know is that it slowly becomes his favorite sin…