His Firefly

Chapter Two

Someone was there beside me.

I can feel it.

Who was it? That, I not know off.

I opened my eyes and instantly closed them. Sunrays glared at me cutting through the narrow gap from the white curtains that covered the windows. Slowly I sat on bed and adjusted my eyesight to the light and looked around. I was in bed, not mine.

Hotel room.

"f**k! " I cursed out and groaned at the growing headache. It sure felt like somebody was hitting my skull with a hammer.

Never again. I thought in grimace. Never again I was going to get drunk again.

The woman stirred beside me in bed. Getting up from the bed I started to hunt for my clothes since well, I was naked.

Once I found them I dressed up. Put on my shoes and stared at the woman in bed who was sleeping so soundly.

I sighed.

Another of my One Night Stand.

I can't remember last night clearly. My memory is hazy. The last thing I remember was this stranger of a woman giving me a sultry smile and then we'd ditched the party, to hit here in this hotel room.

What was her name again?

Natalie, Natasha, Nina? Ahhh forget it. Why am I killing more brain cells? It doesn't matter who she was.

Well, the s*x was good though.

She did last for a bit. The woman sleeping is good looking. Beautiful. Blonde-hair, green eyes, slightly tanned skin, big boob's, long legs. She could get anybody. Men would be fools not to have her for a lifetime. But, she was not wife material. She was what exactly what I wanted for one night stand "f**k material". But nothing compared to Her.

Her.

The slightest thought of her gave painful ache in my heart. I don't know if my heart constricted more. The damage was done. And who was to blame?

Me. Only Me.

I was a coward back then; and now regretted my decision. Only if I wish mustered up and told her. She could have been beside me.

On the contrary, when I see the other side of the coin; I think I was right. I didn't wanted her to see the mess I was into.

The dark place I was drowning.

She did not belong there. Didn't belong into my dark world. And she definitely didn't deserve my shitty life back then.

She deserved much better than my abysses. And now, she was gone.

Gone. Just like that.

Without any notice.

Without a last goodbye.

And I f*****g deserved it. Every bit of it.

I was certainly dated women after her. But nothing serious.

No strings attached. No promises.

I wanted to get her out of my system, out of my mind. But she was stubborn to let go. She was inked in me. Inked in my blood, thick. She had captivated me the first moment I laid my eyes on her. She's a thief. Thief to my heart, body and soul.

No matter how much I tried, Her memories stayed, Her vision stayed, she stayed.

Only problem was that she wasn't real.

She was an illusion.

A magnificent illusion for the last six years of my life.

Shaking my mind from eerie thoughts I opened my wallet. Taking out some cash I kept it on the bedside table. Swinging my black blazer on the shoulder I walked out of the room not looking back. I am reeking of sweat and I needed a shower. And a coffee. A strong one.

After 15 minutes drive I reached my apartment. Giving the keys to Peter, my valet I headed towards the lift and pressed the button to the last floor. Reaching upon my apartment I was hit by the smell of egg and coffee. My stomach grumbled and my mouth watered. I was hungry. Martha, my cook and servant. Thanks to heaven. She was the best. She is here since the day I was born. Maybe even before that. But this old lady, remind you; was still gorgeous. She could pass the looks and age of my mother. She is kind but she's strict.

I directly ran towards my room. Plugged in my cellphone that was dead to the charger and went into bathroom for shower. Warm water cascaded around me. I felt relaxed. My tense muscles released tension. After some 20 minutes later I was done and got dressed up for office. I switched on phone and was not surprised. 20 missed calls, 18 voice mails, 23 messages from Francis and Daniel. I groaned.

My personal bodyguard/driver and not to mention my best friend would never leave me alone.

Francis Rodriguez. I'd hired him a few years back. He is two years older than me. Very loyal and had stuck up with me in every situation. Even with my 6'3" he still towered me at 6'5". "The giant" sometimes I teased him. He never asked questions more than necessary. Always professional. But in between these years he had became also a friend. A friend that I can talk with without any hesitation. He did know the boundaries of being professional and friendly.

And now there's this bastard, Daniel Walker. My partner in crime from the day I was born. We had enjoyed our childhood days pretty much together. My father, Matthew and Uncle John, Daniel's father were the buddies from childhood and I could say we both adopted the same genes. Our parents had even named us sound alike, Deniz and Daniel. "We were inseparable. Still are and always will be." This was the mantra that we both had created when we were in seventh grade. We both attended same kindergarten, same school and same uni. Not to mention we did had a long line of girls flirting back in school. Good old days. I chuckled.

But then she came.

When I was six. Dan's little sister.

A beautiful small, chubby girl with chocolate brown eyes that I wanted to drown in. That would keep me warm during chilly nights in winter. When she had 1st looked at me with those gorgeous orbs, they shined with such intensity that I had blurted out saying "firefly" in the hospital room. Mom, dad, Uncle John and aunt Victoria was confused. Hell! Even Dan was. Only I'd known why I called her that.

And she was firefly.

My firefly. My Selena.

She had light up my world and within the blink of an eye she was gone. Surrounded again by the thick and foggy darkness, I was left behind.

Damn it!

I reached to Her again. I'm running in circles never reaching an end. I seriously needed that coffee now.

Coming down in kitchen I greeted my cook. "Morning Martha" I said with a big goofy smile. "Ahhh! " she shrieked; keeping her hand on her chest. "One of these days you're going to give me a heart attack." She scolded me. Laughing I sat down at the dining table. She bought eggs and bacon in a plate and coffee and set it I front of me. Hungry that I was I devoured it with passion.

Having done with the breakfast I was about to leave the apartment and my phone ringed. Without seeing the callers name I picked up.

"Where the f**k are you? " an angry and furious voice boomed through the phone. For a minute or two I thought I've lost my hearing ability.

"Morning to you too Dani boy" I chuckled and replied in smooth and calm voice. "And don't talk so loudly, you might burst my ear off " I added.

"Don't call me Dani boy" he hissed. I laughed out loud. I do know he hates being called that.

"Yeah yeah whatever man, laugh all you can" Daniel replied. "You i***t, you ditched the party last night and even Francis didn't know where the hell you were."

"I simply left"

"Ah! With the pretty blonde tugging on your arm huh?" This guy knows me perfectly. Nothing gets past by his eyes.

"So?" Dan asked.

"So what?" I said casually knowing already what he was asking.

"Was she good? "

"f**k off man. Cheeky bastard " I replied. He only laughed back.

"Dude look, Dad is holding a party tomorrow. You've to be there."

"What party? What's the occasion? " I asked frowning.

"I dunno. Old man says that's a surprise."

"Well that's odd."

"Yeah I know. I asked him but he won't tell me."

Why am I having the feeling that Dan's been lying to me.

"Alright I'll be there." I told him.

"And Deniz... "

"Yeah?"

"The party's at the mansion "

"Hmm okay "

"Now f**k off" he laughed and ended the call. That was Daniel, always joyful and carefree unlike me. I sighed.

Francis was already waiting for me in the car. My new Audi. Racing was one of the things that helped me to cool off sometimes.

I loved the speed. The chase.

"Good morning, Deniz "

"Morning Francis " I replied giving a nod.

"Where to? " Francis asked even when he knows the answer.

"You already know that, Francis."

He chuckled softly and started the engine. Another thing I liked about this guy, he never gets involved in my personal business unless; I say so. He kept quiet through out the whole ride and I checked my emails.

When we reached the office I stepped out of the car.

The edifice stood proud. 'Maxwell' written in bold letters at the top of the building. Lighting bright blue during the night. With 47 floors it's the home to thousands of my employees.

Taking a deep breath I stepped into my legacy, my kingdom.

Greetings followed my ears "Good morning, sir", "Morning sir", "Have a good day sir". I smiled and nodded to each one.

My father said to me once "Respect is not gained, it's earned." I kept that in mind. You only get respect back when you first give respect to people. And I respect my employees. Every one of them.

"Good morning, sir. Mr. Sanders called " my secretary Jia came rushing towards me when I reached my cabin. "Morning Jia. Let's start the day shall we."

"Yes sir" came the curt reply. Everytime so professional. Jia's beautiful. Shame, she's engaged.

"Alright then, call the meeting in about 30 minutes."

"On it sir" she was about to leave when I stopped her again.

"Anything else sir? " She replied a little frowning.

"You look beautiful" I said cheekily.

"Thank you, sir" she just smiled and walked away.

The day is bright.

Another day to go.

Another day to kick ass. Come on life bring it on I said to myself and burried again in work.