Trapped
904 Words
"Why not?, Seriously are you asking me that now?" I blurted out almost immediately, not waiting for him to continue.
"Ok, dear I understand your point, let's not fight about that" he said sounding apologetic.
Maxwell had gotten used to calling me "dear" so much so that he didn't have to use my name at all. I wondered why he completely choose to erase my name from his tongue. But that didn't matter because I didn't find anything wrong with it.
Initially, I called him "Bro. Max". I'm a very respectful girl, so I used the "bro" just as a sign of respect and it had nothing to do with religion or being churchy. But he said he didn't like it. He said I can call him by his name. According to him, the "bro" made it look like he was righteous when he's not.
He told me that he actually did love me and even willing to marry me if I'd let him.
(Why was he even talking about marriage, he knew very well that I was no where near ready for marriage at that time?). He probably wanted to use it as a bait.
I guess he read my mind because he immediately said that he understood how I felt, he said that he understood if I don't trust him enough and kept trying to assure me that he meant no harm.
His assurance and persuasions didn't do much for him. I wasn't going to change my mind (it's not a diaper anyway) and I told him so.
He paused for a while… like someone trying to figure out a "Plan B" and with a voice that connotes defeat, he then asked if we can be just Friends.
I was quick to answer, I told him we were doing just fine as friends untill he brought up the girlfriend issue. But I was willing to be his friend. We could be best friends you know. Truth is, Max was caring and everything lovely.
I was actually relieved to know that we had settled that issue. That way, I didn't entangle myself. So, I and Max continued as friends.
We kept calling each other every other day. He gave me so much love, care and attention. If I ever complained about anything, he would go out of his way to see that whatever it was was settled. Maybe, he loved me after all.
If this was what friendship was all about, then it's worth it. I have heard people say that it's not possible to be close, almost intimate friends with the opposite s*x with no strings attached but I was ready to show them our friendship as an example.
While having our discussion one of the days, I told him how grateful I felt to have him as a friend. He said he was also thankful as well but he was sad that I hadn't even bothered to know where he lived.
He sounded really sad and I actually felt for him. He was right anyway, if he's my friend, I should know everything or at least 95% about him.
I told him not to worry, that I'd make out time to see where he stays. He was very happy, I could tell that he was jumping up. He kept thanking me over and over again. We decided on a day to see and he texted me the directions.
The following days went so fast. It felt like the days were running… running to my doom. And before I knew it, it was four days. We agreed to see in four days time being a Friday.
So, with mixed feelings, I went to see my friend "in his house". That was the first time I did something like that, and definitely the last. It was not my first time to see him, we saw each other once in a while but never in his house.
Locating his house was very simple, he gave me a detailed direction. I opened the red gate and walked into the big compound. I knocked on the door and he opened the door almost immediately beaming with smiles.
He led the way through a brightly lit passage. There were Christmas lights on the wall. It wasn't Christmas yet, why would anyone hang Christmas lights in March? He did all that because I was coming.
Being a big house, there were many rooms. It looked more like a family house, but he was the only one around, he lived there alone because none of his brothers were in town.
Max was the last child in a family of 3 boys. Both of his parents were late and his brothers very rich. So basically, all he did was enjoy their money. That not withstanding he owned a supermarket.
We entered one of the rooms; His room. The walls were painted with pink and sky blue color. I wondered why a man will paint his room with feminine colours.
There was a glass center table in the middle of the room with flowers in a flower vase. A 32" Samsung television hung on the wall, with a TV stand beneath it.
His huge bed can be seen at the end of the room, neatly made. One office chair was at the right side of the room, and it was that that he offered me smiling.
He asked me what I'd like to take and I told him anything available would be just fine. With that he excused himself…
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