Yours Sincerely

CHAPTER 05: BEAUTIFUL MAN...

SAPPHIRE’S POV:

I woke up in my comfortable bed, again. But this time I felt my eyes hurt and heavy. Though I was covered in a warm quilt, I felt like I was more alone than before. Especially after I was left alone after an affectionate crying feast. I found myself ridiculous.

‘Why would I even cry like a maniac in front of a man I just met!’ Stupid... Stupid... Sapphire. I shook my head and sat up. Resting my head on the headboard, I thought how good it feels when someone holds your life a fragile person you are.

I know that he has nothing to do with me and will never forget what he saw in dad’s video. 

During the whole time, while I was in Adam’s arms, I felt the knots in my heart being solved. I cried as much as I wanted and it felt somewhat better. Not like yesterday when I cried on the cold floor of the cemetery. But I guess I shouldn’t get my hopes up too fast. It’s not good for your health. And after what I did to dad, I can’t imagine myself being able to get over the fact that I can poison someone I love to death.

I get it that it’s not my fault and all but it will be always me who smiled while giving that pills to my dad. It will always be me who poisoned him to death. Nothing can change the fact that I killed my father just because I cared. 

CARED...

The word itself gave me chills. I’m not a caring martial. I should have been in that orphanage till I was kicked out. I don’t deserve a family, exactly like Olivia used to say...

10 year earlier (Sapphire is 6 years old)

“Come on you brat! Can’t you do a single thing without destroying others!?” Olivia walked into my room as she saw the vase knocked down on the floor. I looked at her horrified. Not wanting to make her anger rise more, I stared at the floor whit my hands on my side.

Ever since I came into this house, my like had been more hellish than back at the orphanage. Although dad treats me like his own daughter. But dad is always out of the country for business. Leaving me and Noah with Olivia. 

I was three when I was adopted and after two years of dirty mouth from Olivia, She chose to step further into abusing me. 

Her mental abuse turned to a physical one. She started scaring me off like a villain and hit my small figure with the belt and wet towels.

Believe me, for my six-year self, it was brutal. But that wasn’t the problem. As dad would come back from his trips as fast as he could. He knew Olivia doesn’t like me.

So, this wall continued to happen till I was 12. I was so broken from inside out that my pretence of being a tinker bell of the family was wearing off. Dad started going out more and Olivia got more and more abusive towards me. 

I stopped talking, laughing, smiling, playing, everything I loved to do. Dad was worried about my behaviour as he started staying home more. Trying to get me to talk things out with him. After a month or so, dad decided to give me some time to clear my head and prepare myself to tell him why my behaviour changed upside down. 

He left for a business tour for a month and Olivia finally got her hand on me again. She told me that how I don’t deserve a family. How I’m cursed to destroy other people’s life. How I should have always been in the filthy orphanage so I wouldn’t break the lovely home of people. 

I didn’t understand what she meant by destroying others home.’

I take happiness from peoples life. Whoever comes near me either dies or leaves me on my own just like dad, Noah and now Adam.

I still remember how dad finished his work two weeks instead of four and Came to surprise me. But as soon as he opened the door he saw Olivia with a belt in her hand while I was lying unconscious on the cold floor of my room. It didn’t stop beating me though. Dad was so furious at Olivia but was angrier at me. 

After that dad never left the city without me and I was with him continuously. On the conferences, seminars, meetings, offices, everywhere. Olivia never looked at me again as she was strictly kept away from me when dad was away. 

I signed and stud up from the bed. Not feeling good enough to eat something I decided to take a shower before I go to bed.

I stripped off my clothes and walked into the warm water. The hot water released tension from my body. Even though I felt hurt when I saw found myself alone in the room, I was thankful to Adam that he helped me much more than I thought it would.

After crying my eyes out, my heartfelt so relaxed like a weight was lifted off of it. I didn’t know crying in someone’s arms would make me this comfortable. Now that I look back at today’s evening, I realised how open-heartedly I cried in his arms.

I am comfortable I was on his lap, leaning my head on his shoulder and warping my arms tightly around him. I blushed at the image in my head. I’ve never been in such an intimate situation with anyone. I never felt so attached to any boy too, like I feel for Adam. 

I turned the shower off and took a towel from the shelf. I dried myself and warped a fluffy robe around me as I left the bathroom. As soon as I entered the room I screamed seeing a man in my room.

“Jesus Christ!!! Adam what are you doing here!!!” I ran into my closet sliding the door shut with a quick motion. Only to realise the doors of the closet are see-through glasses. I heard a chuckle and pouted making Adam laugh even louder. His beautiful eyes shine with amusement as he shook his head laughing. 

I on the other hand glared at him, making him stop his beautiful laugh. Huffing and puffing I took the first nightwear I saw and dashed off the bathroom again. Looking at the girl in the mirror I chuckled silently. 

‘I look like a pouting strawberry right now.’

I wore my night suit and looked in the mirror. It was a Micky mouse one. I shrugged and walked out of the bathroom. Adam was now sitting on the edge of the bed and looked at me. 

“You do realise that you were wearing a fluffy royal blue robe which ended just below your knees right?” I pouted again as he controlled his laughter. We looked at each other and broke down into a fit of laughter again. 

As my laughter died, I realised how stupid I felt like crying when I thought of him leaving me alone. I looked around and saw plates arranged on the coffee table near the couch. FOOD...

“Now, I promised you a date, that is if the dinner is still up from your side?” Adam asked as he walked up to me. 

I smiled a genuine smile and nodded my head.

“Then what are waiting for? Let’s eat.” He grabbed my hand and we sat on the couch. Serving us both with delicious looking pasta. We silently stared at our food and as soon as I took the first bite it felt like the best food I’ve ever had. 

I moaned in delight and took another bite.

“I have to  start regular exercise if Mrs Paul will make so much delicious food.” I looked at Adam who smirked and straightened up like in proud.

“I’m glad you liked it, your highness.” He bowed dramatically as the smug look on his face never left. That’s when my eyes widened in realisation.

“You cook!! God, why do you have to be good at everything!” I exclaimed making him chuckle at my reaction.

“That’s not true. I still don’t know how to speak Chinese.” He said it so seriously that I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well thank god we are on the same page somewhere. But it’s really good. Like really good...” I trailed off and continued to take bites of pasta. He nodded and started eating too.

We ate in complete silence. Not an uncomfortable one though. It was like it is our daily routine. After completing the whole bowl of goodness, I leaned Back realising I eat a little too much. Adam did the same and we silently looked at the ceiling.

“You didn’t have to do that. Mrs Paul could’ve made us dinner.” I said still looking up.

“I wanted to. I don’t like cooking for myself alone and nor did I had the time for quite a while now. And of course, I wanted to impress a girl.” I blushed at his comment and sat up on the couch fully facing him and folding my legs in Indian style. He tried to do the same but he was a little big for that position so he kept his one leg down. I chuckled at him and this time he glared at me and tried to mimic my pout.

Keyword tried...

He looked like a baboon, a cute one if may I add. The thought made me laugh and he knitted his brows making him look funnier.

“What are you thinking Angel?” He asked. His voice was rough but I kinda liked it. Every time he calls me ‘Angel’ it reminds me of how dad used to call me the same.

“I was thinking that you look like a cute baboon,” I said without giving it a second thought but my laugh died as soon as I saw him getting angry.

“You should realise by now that I’m offended and should be running to save your life from the tickle monster. Now I’ll eat you alive.” I blushed rich pink at his words but realised that he is not even smiling at the line. Instead, he growled fakely.

“You’re damn serious, aren’t you?” I whispered in fear as I backed away and he leaned closer shaking his head ‘no’. I shrieked and ran for my life. Adam followed me, laughing.

We rounded the couch and I shrieked again as he jumped right over the couch. I ran out of the room and climbed down the stairs where I heard.

“Slow down at the stares, Angel. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” I turned back to him sticking my tongue out at the man child.

“Do you think I’m gonna fall for that trick?” I said and ran to the living room. We ran like 10 years old and when I was out of breath I finally slowed down and turned back, only to be attached to the big ass tickle monster.

“Gotcha!” We fall to the ground and he started to tickle me all over. I laughed and cried as he growled playfully and continued his torture.

“Stop! Stop! Please please!!” I laughed so hard that my eyes started watering.

“You wound me, Sweetheart. Tell me the words for your mercy.” He laughed evilly and chuckled as I moved to free myself which was an utter failure.

“ Okay okay!! You are as handsome as Tom Cruise!” I screamed and pleaded with him to move off me but now he stopped tickling me and just stared at me. 

“The Tickle Monster is not at all satisfied by your words! Do you have any other complaints about him?!” Adam smirked as he slowly moved his hand towards my stomach again. The mere intention of being ticked again was terrifying.

“Right, you are the most handsome man walking on the face of the earth. Beautiful man... With a beautiful heart and soul. You are the best person I’ve ever met and... I feel like... I feel like your weight like an elephant. Get off of me!” We both chuckled and Adam laid down beside me. We tried to catch our breaths and I started to think about what I was about to speak just a minute ago.

I feel like you are my Angel...

We stayed silent and the notice of our breath was the only thing heard in the room. After a few minutes, Adam stood up and held his hand out for me to take.

“Sometimes I feel like you are a man child!” I said as I got up.

“Only for the people that are special to me.” He answers me in a serious voice this time. We made eye contact and for the first time, I saw how expensive his eyes are. You can swim in the love in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and took a step back. I moved my hair out of my face. We moved back to the room and took our dishes. I cleaned the dishes and Adam dried them. It felt so normal. Like we were doing the same routine for years now. After cleaning the kitchen we said our good night and moved to our separate ways.

I saw my bedside clock and it was almost 2:30 AM. I signed and laid down on my bed. Now I can’t get any sleep neither I want to cry anymore.

I tossed and turned in the bed and let out a frustrated sigh. I’m not even sleepy right now. Getting out of the bed I took a warm coat and moved downstairs. Taking the first book I saw from the library which was ‘to kill a mockingbird’ I moved towards the fireplace which was lit.

I read a few pages but heard a noise behind me. I know it is Adam but turned any way to make sure. Indeed it is Adam. Leaning against the wall in only his track pants. He shook his head and walked towards me, sitting right beside me as I adjusted to face him.

As expected his body is as similar as a model of the men’s health. You can drawl just imagining things. God this man is corrupting me. I raised my brows at him as he took the book away from me and kept it on the coffee table.

“Done drawing at me, Princess?” I blushed with embarrassment and looked away.

“What is with you giving me nicknames?” I countered. Not wanting to answer his question out loud.’Nope, I’m done drawing at you.’

“I just want to. There is no reason why.” He shrugged off and we faced the fire in front of us. I was hell-bent to not have anyone close to me. But here he is, witnessing my most frail state. Holding me when I told myself that I’m not worth it. Giving me names when all I wanted was to be left alone.

I’m not sure how to make everything I feel for him stop.

“Tell me, Angel.” He whispered.

“Tell you what?” I looked at him nervously. I don’t want to tell him that I want him to leave me alone. And I officially suck!

“I know you want to talk about something. Now, if you don’t start speaking I’ll let the monster inside me interrogate you.” He wriggled his fingers in front of me and I chuckled lightly, keeping my hands up.

“No need your majesty.” I signed and looked at Adam. This man can read me like a menu. I quickly took the first bite I got.

“You asked me earlier that who did the art on my face, right?” Adam nodded and I told him everything.

From the very beginning. Just like what you feel. An urge. I talked and talked for an hour while he listened to me with patients. I didn’t cry and he didn’t go all man on a mission that wanted me to cry my heart out. After I spoke my heart out. We sat in silence. 

Looking at the flames on the fireplace. In our thoughts.

“You wanted to tell me something when you asked me for the date right?” I asked and he nodded his head nervously after thinking about it for a minute. 

“What is it?” I curiously asked.

“Sapphire it has been a long day for you.” He said and smiled but I shook my head.

“Tell me. It can’t be that bad that I wouldn’t able to handle.” I smiled at him reassuringly.

“I want to take things slow. I want you to know me and how I feel about you. It isn’t the right time.” He told me politely. But I was too stubborn to agree with him.

“I can handle anything after this evening. You can tell me.” I saw him as he took deep breaths to calm down and finally said what he wanted to. 

“I want to marry you, Sapphire...” He trailed off. Just like that.