Predicted Love

4 | Unknown Man

Walking out of the bedroom after waking up to the bright sun shining through the huge windows, I wrapped my arms over my chest. Was this his shirt? It probably was due to the size of it. It was reaching my knees and the sleeves well let me not talk.

I was like a stick being pulled into a marshmallow, I see the end of the hallway and breathe in looking down at the oak-coloured staining and besides it was a silver rail with glass coverings. My hands laid onto it gently to help me get down the stairs.

I had some sort of pain in my stomach and my hips but mostly my head, it was a full-on headache. There was four level of starring meaning about sixty-two steps or so, as I reached the second staring leading to the ground floor.

My small feet touched the grey oak and I turned to see a living room of some sort with a whole view of the entire city, including the statue of liberty. There was a long White typist couch resting against a lined grey wall with a painting of a flower pot in black hanging loosely.

Two separate sofa chairs opposite each other and a grey coffee table in the middle above a greyish whitish cotton carpet. Before the window was a long table with three statues of moulded gold things.

"Buongiorno, coffee?" I turned around seeing an old lady smiling in a maid outfit, I gave her a small smile nodding my head before I turn to see an open kitchen on the other side of the room with three other maids cleaning.

(Good Morning)

They looked up and gave me dirty looks before getting back to work, I rubbed the shirt sleeves with my bare hands and stumbled towards them. Did I do something to irritate them? "How are you all?"

I wanted to make as much conversation with them as possible but none of them answered leaving me to let out a sigh and look down at my thighs before sitting down onto the island stool. "Maria, fammi un tè."

(Maria, make me a tea.)

Everyone’s head shot up as I see the man from yesterday in an entirely new grey suit with a tie that hasn't been done properly. "Please, Damion. Don't forget your manners young man." Maria glared causing Damion to let out a small smile kissing Marias head.

"Please and thank you." She lets out a laugh pushing him away by his chest as he tumbled towards the seat beside me.

"How are you feeling Piccolo?" My head rises from my thighs and I bring my hands towards the table playing with the small ring my mother gave to me when I was young.

"I'm good, my head hurts but I feel fine. Thank you." I whispered feeling him stare at me before we get distracted and my coffee was set on the table.

"Thank you, Maria." She winks at me before turning away to set out the Damion's tea. His name suited his vibe so much.

"Damion, can you drop me of home please? Or if It's too much trouble-" I haven't even continued to be interrupted by a hissing sound as I looked down at my fingers before looking up at Damion doing the same gesture.

My eyes widen and I quickly hide my pain shaking my own head in confusion, he burnt his finger meaning I get the gesture even though I wasn't holding my coffee. Did that mean? No, it couldn't I probably just had an electric shock or something.

Was Damion my soulmate?

"What was that?" My eyes shot up at Damion and I gulped the saliva in my mouth before grabbing the coffee mug into my bare hands keeping the fact that. Damion might be my soulmate or something.

"I was asking if you could drop me home." I let out and he nods his head before turning to his watch.

"I could but we have to leave now also your clothes are in the bin." I raised my eyebrows in confusion watching him drink his tea. He threw away the clothes that I owned; you know how expensive that shirt was.

"You threw it away? Damion I was wearing a leather jacket, Damion where Is my jacket?" It wasn't about the price of the jacket but the meaning, my mother gave to me and it was the only thing I had to remember her by.

"Don't worry, It's in the bedroom on the bed. It was cleaned, dried and pressed." I sighed in relief nodding my head before running upstairs to double check.

I was now waiting downstairs on the stools for Damion to come back down since he didn't like the grey suit he was wearing. I was playing with my finger before I hear footsteps coming from the hallway, I turn my head as my eyes meet beautiful grey ones.

He was slipping his tie around his neck and was attempting to do it as he walked closer towards me, "Come, let me do it." He looks up and nods his head and he walks towards me, I grab both ties and pull him forward. His eyebrows raising at my sudden gesture as I remove the gaze that was handed heavily.

"Picture in your house a cat and a mouse, as the cat naps, the mouse scurries past." I said throwing the big tie over the small one as I felt his glaring eyes on my own.

"The cat awakes and a chase takes place, the cat jumps, with dinner in sight, a round the chair, not once but twice, as the mouse hides, the cat looks inside...and done." I whispered as I tighten it, I look up at him as he looks down at me.

His lips were three inches away from my own, his hair was dangling across my forehead and my hands were still against his rough chest, that’s where I saw the tattoo through his see-through shirt, my heart dropped and I bit onto my lips only to find Damion still staring into my Hazel eyes without shame.

"Damion can I just do something?" He raises his eyebrows confused as I let go of the tie making sure it was straight against his chest.

"Depends on what."

"Okay, don't kill me." Before he said or did anything, I kicked his leg and he gasped in pain and that’s when I noticed I was holding in the gasp as well. It was itching to leave my throat.

"What the f**k woman? For small feet you have a damn good grip but do that again and I will choke you, not in the way you would want understood." I smiled nodding my head as we left the apartment.

"Sir we have about two whole hours of traffic, I called Mason and made sure to let him know." I hear a groan come out from besides me as my fingers played around with my brown light hair allowing it to twirl in small curls.

"Damion, do you believe in the soulmate thing?" I asked intrigued to find out his answer more than ever since I noticed that this man was my soulmate.

This cold, secretive man was my soulmate forever and unless we have s*x, I'm going to feel everything he is going to go through. "I mean It's true but I don't believe in it."

"So, if someone came up to you and told you that they are your soulmate-" He interrupted by shifting upright into an uncomfortable position before glancing at me and maintaining he eye contact.

"I have had many women use that excuse and every time I wanted them to prove it, they would not let, I mean I'm twenty-nine years old." He was twenty-nine? He didn't look a day over twenty-three at all, this man was a f*****g god or something.

"Oh, well when I hit 21 my soulmate, he got a tattoo on his shoulder and chest which hurt like utter s**t, I mean what i***t gets a tattoo at 11pm." I wanted to see his reaction; I wasn't going to tell him but I wanted to see if he would notice but he didn't.

"I do, the last one I got one was one week ago or something in the same exact place you just said," I let out a fake laugh before widening my eyes and turning towards the window.

"What is your name?" My head turned sharply to Damion's voice after a few minutes of silence, he didn't even know my name yet he allowed me to stay at his place, in his bedroom I think and care for me for god knows what happened.

"Ava, Ava Garcia.” He nods his head not looking my way, I see his legs are parted and his right elbow rested against the window with his hand under his chin.

"Sir, the traffic to Ms Garcia’s apartment is four hours long, your work place is ten minutes away and you have a meeting in thirty minutes." I turned to the driver at the front who was staring at Damion.

"It's fine I can a taxi back home, Damion thank you for yesterday." His eyebrow rose and he shook his head not allowing me to leave.

"No, come with me to work after my first meeting I will take you," There was a big difference, he could take me after the traffic has died down or I can take a cab and wait with a stranger for the next four hours.

"Okay."