Walls of Fire

Chapter 3: Incoming Call

"Are you sure?" I displayed him a weak smile which clearly showed my discomfort.

"Absolutely" he grinned.

"Why are you being nice to me? I am a stranger." I was flattered by his intense kindness but at the same time, my curiosity was killing me.

Why would a stranger help me and not ask for anything in return? Does he have bad motives in his mind? Is he trying to take advantage of my miserable situation?

My head was filled with random thoughts.

He scrunched his nose before answering me.

"A drawback of being of a sweet person is helping people without possession of any bad intention." He winked at me, making my heart race faster.

"Don't worry, I won't try to peep inside," he assured me.

I sniggered.

"Make yourself home and I can, possibly, help you to search your perfect job if you wish so. I am aware of the fact your friends will be there for you but I would be more than glad to support you as well."

"Thanks James"

Deep down I was aware that I was lonely creature on this alien planet but I preferred to keep it as a secret.

I looked at him sadly, recalling the events from the morning.

"Look James, I don't want to create any misunderstandings between you and your girlfriend." I felt sorry for James. I was familiar with he feelings of being cheated on. As a result of which, I didn't like the idea of being a barrier in another person's life.

"I should go." I made up my mind and turned my back at him, ready to leave but his voice interrupted my action.

"Wait," he paused "I never had a girlfriend."

"Are you sure?" I sprang up in suprise.

His eyes widened as he was trying to analyse the words my silly mouth uttered.

He invested himself into laughing for a minute before answering me.

"I have not found out the right woman till now." He smiled at me warmly.

A guy like him would have been dating, if not more, at least five hot chicks.

I thought at the back of my head.

My musings were disrupted when Mr.Handsome made an effort to provide me a better explanation of his 'clean' character.

"I respect women and I believe firmly in the notion that consent is very important. I won't cause any harm to you so don't be afraid."

He, indeed, possessed a great idea about women. Though I barely had any idea about this stranger but my six sense repeated came to the conclusion that he was a good man.

"Besides, I won't bite you unless beg for it," he winked at me, making my face reddened like a tomato.

He was good at flirting in my comparison.

We shared a moment of laughter after which, he directed me to the washroom and switched on the geyser for me and suggested me to use a kind of essence oil for my own good.

James could be pronounced as a great guy. Even my ideology was set up in such a way that I thought it was impossible for him to burst inside the bathroom and to violate my modesty. On the contradictory, the fact about him being a stranger was constant and could not be overlooked. As a result of which I decided to lock the door as precaution.

I pulled out my clothes aside and treaded inside the shower. As soon as the warm water down hit my body, it began to wash away all the sorrows from within my body, along with the diets. It was a great kind of relief when I massaged my body with tiny drops of that essence oil. The scent of lavender was overtaking my stress and anxiety and was helping me to be calm down.

After investing one hour in the shower, I came out with my refreshed soul. The towel was wrapped around my body. My eyes scanned the room and paused on noticing a hoodie on the shelf.

I exclaimed in surprise, "Wow!! He has left me a hoodie to wear."

I blowdryed my hair and tied it in a high ponytail and wrapped his warm hoodie around my cold body. It had the similar smell of lavender as his towel.

"He is obsessed with the lavender perfume." I giggled.

The hoodie was loose on my thin frame yet it felt comfortable.

When I stepped outside into the dinning hall, I discovered him preparing coffee and humming at the same time.

"Want some?" he was quick to sense my presence.

"Would love to," I replied him back.

"You can sit over there." He peered at me while working and pointed in the direction of the chair.

I gently nodded my head.

I treaded over there and settled myself on the chair. I inspected the surrounding for a minute or so because his full concertantion was in his work and this could be considered as a good opportunity. My eyes scanned around every corner of the hall. This is a pecuilar habit we all have, not simply me, when we visit a new place. We want to explore the place and try to look for every possible details. In my opinion, it helps to know the tastes and styles of the owner.

There was nothing fancy which caught my attention. Just some simple furnitures and a book shelf filled with books, most probably, medical I guess.

I announce it to my readers, beforehand that I am no Sherlock Holmes but it was easy even for a common person to understand that this man was into the medical field.

He looked quite young so the first thing that striked my intelligent mind that he might be a medical student.

"Are you still studying?" I enquired, wanting to know if my assumption was correct.

"No, Amy." the answer reached ears within a fraction of second.

This was very first time he called me by my name. His voice is soft but to my ears, it sounded sensual.

Sweet heavens!!! I got engaged into a fight this morning with my husband. This is a sin to feel a spark within my body after hearing out my name. I am a hopeless romantic freak!!

"I am 25 years old and a doctor, a professional one, you know."

Silly me! Why the hell did I shoot up the question? I was never good into managing to get myself involved in a good conversation and then to keep it flowing. Another 'perk' of being an introvert!

He poured the black coffee into the two cups and handed me one while taking his seat on the chair suitated opposite to mine. He took a sip from his cup and focused at the sky through the big window behind my back.

"The weather looks fine now." He smiled at me.

I sighed.

"I can drive you to your destination."

"I have none." I answered him in a monotonous tone.

"I meant, I can drop you at your friend's place or any place where yoy have decided to stay." His eyes twitched and his smile broadened.

"I have enough sense to understand the meaning." I inhaled deeply before resuming to speak "Here is the truth, I have no friends."

A cloud of sadness overshadowed me once again. Again, reluctantly, my loneliness in this big world was reminded.

"You have no place to go?" he arched his eyebrow higher.

When he noticed I wasn't in the mood to answer his same question over again, he stopped his interrogation. He said nothing more. He might be wondering what been doing here the whole time.

He might, perhaps, question about my intention of coming to New York next time.

Suddenly, the sound of my cell ringing produced a distributing noise in the environment but it was a good way to cut through the uncomfortable sensation which was generating gradually between us.

"Let me get that for you." He rose up from his seat.

"Thank you" I shot him a fake smile, pretending everything was ok with me.

"It is is the very first chain of my luggage." I provided him with the information and stayed in my place quietly with thousands of thoughts hovering across my already preoccupied head.

Luckily, I had bumped into this good guy and that is why I am here. But I couldn't afford to stay here for my entire life and why would he let me stay a stranger at his place. He might seem to be friendly and kindly but allowing me to stay a stranger was impossible to expect.

"Here you go."

He handed me the phone, thus cracking my thought bubbles.

I stared down at the number in horrid. I knew, at the back of my mind, that it could be Adam. My expectations didn't fail to disappoint me because it was that douche bag Adam. He had tried to dial me up with another number. Little did he expected that his wife would not be a fool to not be able to understand his tricks.

I slammed down my phone on the tabl and led out a sigh in pure disgust.

"Ain't you planning to answer the call?" he enquired me with a puzzled look.

The screen blacked out and his number with the title 'missed call' popped up in the notification box of my lock screen.

"Did you get in a fight?"

"It was..." I was interrupted by the incoming phone call from the same number.

"You never know why people are calling repeatedly. It might be certain kind of an emergency. It is rude not to answer a call." he made an effort to convince me so that I answer the call.

"I think I won't get that." my stubborn self answered him.

"Don't trouble yourself."

He picked up my phone and swiped the answering button to connect with the incoming call in the blink of my eyes, giving me no time to speak or explain.

"Hello My love." The manly voice from the other side of the phone answered.

The moment I heard his voice, I was overwhelmed by deep and dark rage.

"This is James Black speaking. Excuse me?" He glanced at my face and my phone screen to identify the caller ID.

"Where is Amy?" the demanding tone made my throat dry. James narrowed his eyes.

"She is my wife," Adam confirmed my identity "Amy Scott."

My eyes was fixed at James's reactions.

His mouth was in the shape of a huge O and his eyes were almost popping out from his facial structure.

To be CONTINUED...