Falling For The Assassin

He Is A Badass

Delilah

I was close, very close to confessing my feelings to him. 'Gerald' woah.

His father must be very handsome, I would certainly meet him someday I thought.

I let out shaky groans as the pharmacist dressed my leg.

I kept my eyes halfway below, he was watching closely at my leg no he seemed to have been lost in my fruity floating t**s that stayed at the top of my chest. It was working on him and I smiled.

I could imagine what he was thinking but I didn't let him notice that I had caught him.

I should not have slouched but I did because of those eyes, those undoubtedly magically eyes.

Holy s**t! He swirled his pink tongue over his lips twice and mate them together.

Gerald was obviously a mack though he still held unto that untainted look, getting me even more puzzled.

When he noticed that I had caught him. He averted his gaze suddenly and peeped into his breast pocket as though he was searching for a very important thing at that moment.

I was just going to take the damn bull by its horn. 'Please Gerald, can you help me?'

Yes, I was prepared to blag it would not sound awful if the feeling was mutual.

He might see me as a slut but after once, he would set his eyes on me no more again.

But well, I was unsure, I might still want to have a second taste. His physique convincingly portrayed what he was carrying in his under short, that was something I would be needing for a lifetime.

He got up and avoided a look at my face. His phone beeped and he place it over his ears then he screamed.

That was a piece of terrible news, his reactions said it all then his face became sad.

I wasn't a family and never expected he would tell me what was going on.

While the pharmacist was dressing my wound, Gerald moved closer to my ear, he paused and examined my leg before bending a little lower beside me, his heartbeat had risen.

"My mom was involved in a near-fatal accident and has been rushed to the hospital at Thomas Street. She is my only remaining parent."

He paused and then continued. "I don't know places around, can you take me?" He whispered and suddenly turned pitiful and humble, he was forcing the words out of his mouth.

His father was already gone and here I was wishing for dew at noon. I simply nodded and he started walking around in circles contemplating as he went.

After the pharmacist was done, he paid up and we got back into the car and on the road in no time. He accelerated the automobile into the streets as I directed with my hand.

A part of me was tensed as we drove. Gerald was concentrating on the road, he didn't turn to his sides he was probably thinking about his mom.

That was an opportunity to steal glances at him but I suddenly started feeling as bad as he was seeing the sadness in his eyes.

I wondered what I was doing in his car, a total stranger, my neighbor's car, my crush whatever he was, it seemed wrong to be going about with him already as an escort.

As we drove into the hospital straight up to the garage, we stepped out of the car.

The red-haired nurse approached us seeing that we were lost because Gerald was on the phone pacing here and there possibly asking for directions.

"Hello ma'am," I turned around, and her cute cat eyes greeted me first.

"I'm here to take you and your husband to the waiting room."

'You and your what? He is not my husband he is just a..'

I almost told her a piece of my mind though I was glad that I didn't because as I rolled my eyes to where Gerald stood, wanting to pray that he should not hear this sick woman but he already heard her.

He immediately grabbed my wrist and we followed behind the young nurse as she led us into the waiting room.

My heart raced, I think he heard the sounds too because when we had seated on the bench, he was moved to ask if I was asthmatic and I shook my head.

He pressed on then I told him I needed some rest because I'd lost some blood. He nodded pathetically in affirmation and we continued to wait.

After he was called into the emergency department I got up and started walking to the gate, I had to disappear as soon as I could before he returned.

As soon as I stretched out to pull the gate. "de-li-LAH!" He called my name applying the primary stress intensely on the third syllable, and came running with an addled face towards me.

His pace was like a sprinter's in a warm-up session. He was now standing before me and I sighed, this was not what I had planned.

He wasn't smiling, he was as scared and confused as my high school Maths teacher Mr. Eden, who I'd shown my crazy and weird sides.

He even gave me a name I can't forget 'Camouflage' whatever had propelled him to think of such a name for me was completely none of my business.

I still lived on, as I always did even though my mates began to tease me with the name until my graduate class.

Now Gerald was going to bombard me with silly derogatory questions so I thought but he didn't, rather, he fumbled with his breast pocket and took out his business card, and then a broad smile followed.

"Just call me once you get home. I will stay here with my mother." He took my arm knowing that I might not extend a hand, placed the card in my palm, and folded it back.

He turned around hastily and was gone. I stood there watching as he took one step after another, the locks swaying from side to side, beautiful.

Phew! I suddenly remembered that I didn't remember to wish his mother a quick recovery or at least thank him for taking care of my injured leg.

Staying in the hospital with him and his mother would have been a sweet way to pay back for his kindness, I should have asked to but I didn't have to, because I was going to pay back in a more thrilling way.

Dorothy was asleep on the sofa when I looked through the aluminum window. She was long gone, I had to ring the doorbell twice before she opened her eyes and yawned.

She sat up and flexed her body. "oh you are back!" Came a low and calm voice.

There were four things my sister loved deeply, food, ballet dance, sleep, and s3x.

She loved telling me about how her better half, Owen was awesome in bed and how she was never going to leave him for another.

She usually ended her story by urging me to allow myself to be taken care of by a man, at least for once.

She hurried to the door and opened up, as soon as I got in, I sank into the sofa, waiting for her to talk about all she had seen.

Her eyes were fixated on my plastered leg for a while then they wandered to my face, she seemed to have been amused.

At that moment, I was trying to read her mind but I knew it was impossible.

She got up and moved closer, her hand caressing the surroundings of the dressing.

"I made some food. I could not start it without you, come to the dining."

She spoke casually as she moved to the kitchen to serve, I was still on the sofa listening to the tinkling sounds of breakable plates and the rushing water from the kitchen faucet.

While we ate, my ears were ready to listen to stories from her. You were at The Macdonalds this afternoon and you went out with him, yes! I saw you.

But after she'd finished eating, she quietly left the table.

While I ate, I took out my headphones from my bag and sang along with Donald William stage named Don William, an American country singer notably known for his velvety voice.

I was completely twitter-pated with his songs. His usual appearance in his visual CDs; a cowboy hat and boots, presented him as a distinct figure and I genuinely adored him.

After I'd finished eating I took with me the dirty plates to the kitchen and there I met Dorothy stuffing pieces of cake into her mouth.

She stopped as soon as she'd seen me then her eyes went below, taking some more glances at my injured leg.

"How did it go with you out there? I see you are bleeding, was he not gentle with you?"

"What do you mean?" I asked feigning ignorance as I moved further to where she was seated.

"You should have told me that Ella no longer lives opposite I should have avoided this," I added.

"You know that this was your intention, not the injury but the new neighbor. You don't want to tell me about him, I can bash into his house right now and cut off his d**k just tell me, did he cause

this?"

She popped her eyes at my leg and sipped her milk gluttonously as though she had been starving.

"You have been taking in more food lately, sure you are not pregnant for Owen?" I said hoping to divert her attention but she knew the trick and played along.

"It'll be a blessing to be pregnant for Owen sweetheart but how about you losing your virginity to the dreaded guy who has already succeeded in bewitching you?"

She smirked, got up, and left the table to her room.

That night I dreamed about Gerald, we were at the pool and he kissed me he even smooched my ass in the most enticing way I had never imagined.