Mr. Imperfectionist

6 Growing Attachments

My eyes flutter open the next day. It was really a night of good sleep. I checked my cell phone. It was 9 AM. I yawned and took off the duvet from my body and climbed out the bed. As I walked towards the bathroom, I noticed a yellow paper on the mini wooden table, under the landline on the right side of my bed. I picked the note and read, 'Call on extension 003 when you wake. I'll inform the kitchen to prepare our breakfast.' 

I rolled my eyes. I picked the receiver and dialled the said number. He answered.

"Buenos Dias Bella." His voice was calm and I could bet he was smiling.

"Does that mean Good Morning?" I asked arrogantly. My voice was hoarse from the heavy sleep.

He chuckled. "Yes. Well, freshen up and come downstairs. The chef will prepare breakfast by the time. What do you want to have?" He asked.

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

"I was waiting for you. Now go get ready, I'm starving." He spoke like nothing had happened last night. He wasn't even upset about me kicking him out of the room.

"Fine. I'll eat whatever is available." I said and hung up without waiting for him to speak.

I ran the faucet for the hot water and sat on the cold tiles, keeping my legs under the running water to make my feet feel better. I knew it wasn't going to make much difference but I didn't really have time as Sabil was waiting for me to join him for the breakfast. It was so confusing to understand what he really wanted from me. He wasn't going to get physical unless I agreed and yet he wanted to keep me around.

My feelings for him were complicated too. I was totally mad at him and yet I had a soft corner for him.

I then quickly took a shower and changed into a Superman logo blue t-shirt and black trousers. I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me, and flew down the stairs because by now I was hungry too.

Sabil was sitting on the large couch, slouching on the backrest. His one foot planted on the ground while the calf of the other leg rested on the knee of the planted leg. His eyes were glued to his phone. He didn't notice my presence.

I walked past him and paced towards the dining table. I chose to sit in a chair that faced my back to him. I heard him say something in Spanish on the phone. Then his footsteps ascend towards the dining area. My eyes were fixed on my phone. I heard a chair scoot opposite to me and saw his blurred frame settling down.