The Devil's Trap

10.

I was never this nervous in my life, except when I was taking my final exam, but even that was better than the situation I'm in right now. I waited a little bit and to be honest I wished he wasn't home so I could just leave, but no I could hear some footsteps coming towards the door, and at that second I knew there was no escape I just had to be ready for whatever might happen and be strong.

The door was opened and I was greeted by a very sexy man dressed in a casual outfit unlike how I see him at work. But damn that only made him look even more handsome. My legs were stuck in their place, I couldn't move:

" you're going to stand there forever? " I looked at him and as if his words had some sort of magic in them, my legs started moving, and I took small steps until I was inside his house.

The second I was at a distance from the door, he went to close it, then came and buried me in a big hug

" I'm so glad you're here" it took a good minute for me to understand what was happening and soon I detached myself from here.

" wh..why am I here? And why did Mrs. Williams tell me you were on a trip when you clearly aren't ?" he places his finger on top of my lips

" Such, I know you have a lot of questions in your mind, and you have every reason to ask. And I'll answer you as much as I can but not all at once, okay ? " he took my hand in his and started walking " come let's have a sit".

the way he was behaving was so different if someone saw how he acted yesterday he would think that this is a completely different person, but now it's the same, the one and only Lucas Wilson.

When we got a bit further from the entrance, I was able to take a look at the house, and I can simply say, my eyes had never seen anything this spacious, and luxurious. It basically screams: I'm rich as hell.

Can someone make me feel any poorer?

But I promised myself, I'll work and succeed and have everything I ever wanted.

My mind was absent for a little while, I didn't feel a thing not until my back hit the sofa.

Is it me or is this sofa more comfortable than my own bed?

Must be nice to have some money.

You got that one right

okay I need to stop talking to myself while he's looking at me, I look like an i***t.

"so wh-

" do you want to drink, I have everything?" Of course, you do. he got up really quick going god knows where ( probably the kitchen) to get some drink.

Man, and I thought he was rich, where's the housekeeper

Shut up. the little me can't help but to stick her a*s everywhere.

he got back with two glasses filled with maybe a juice, then he placed them at the table, and started staring at me.

Is it just me, or is this man nervous?

I took a cup and started drinking in awkward silence.

I had enough of what was happening so I placed the glass back on the table.

" Look Mr. Wilso-

" Lucas," he said

" What ?"

" call me Lucas, I don't like you calling me Mr. Wilson"

I took a deep breath

"Look, Lucas, I didn't come here to have some juice, sit and relax, you called me and basically ordered me to come to your house right before I was leaving work because they told me you're not coming, and you're on a trip, which obviously you aren't. so what is going on? "

I can't believe I managed to say all that with me giving me that hard stare and looking at me right in the eyes.

I was waiting for an answer, and you know what he did?

He smiled at me as if I was telling him some joke. Is he even normal?

"Alright, I understand where you are coming from, and I will answer all of the questions I can answer. But first, you need to relax okay?"

I did not feel like relaxing but I had to pretend somehow because I only wanted answers to my questions, I mean how could I relax when I am apparently alone in my boss's house after he asked me to come here?

"So what now, we going to laying down, eat something, and watch a movie." My sarcasm was starting to get on a very high level.

"Well, it doesn't seem like a bad idea. What do you say ?"

No. No. No. No.

you can't kill him, it's a crime remember? my subconscious was right but my ideas at that right moment weren't very clear and I was honestly starting to get really pissed. And I think he noticed

"Alright, I was joking. You can say I had some problems and I needed some time alone"

"But Mrs. Williams said that you do this; as in disappearing out of nowhere than come back; quite a lot and I need to get used to it "

"Well I can't help being a troubled man" he was smiling like he had not a single care in this world, however, his eyes were telling a whole other story " I...I..Look I have a difficult life and I'm dealing with a lot of things and sometimes... sometimes I just want to escape to forget "

" so you are running away" i have spoken without giving thought into my words

" it's not running away, you know nothing about me so you can't judge" his tone showed that he was quite pissed

"it's true, I don't but what I know is that when you have problems you fix them, not run away from them"

" well how can you fix something broken" at his words for some reason my heart felt like it was shocking, the sad and pained look on his eyes didn't leave room for many words to be said. I didn't know what problems he was talking about, heck I didn't know anything about this man but for some reason, I couldn't help but feel bad for whatever can make a strong man like him feel so down, and look so broken as if he had so much waited on his shoulder, and maybe he does, I do not know. but I wanted to comfort him and to take just a little bit of that weight.

so I ran to him and I hugged him

" if it's broken you can get it back together getting each little piece at a time, but eventually it will be glued back together and it will be fixed, takes time and effort but not impossible" maybe knowing the feeling of being lost is what got me to feel this way, but I didn't want him to suffer.

however he just held me back not saying a word, we stayed like that for a while just listening to each other's breathing, feeling lost yet present, dreaming of finding peace at last.