So he stayed.
He will be staying at my house until he recovers!
Holy mother of a f*cker!
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"So call me maybe, hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me maybe?"
"Okay babe, I will make sure to call you," I sit up from my Hastens Vividus bed, shutting off my alarm and start to do my morning routine. As someone as famous and smoking, sizzling hot like Carmelo Ilocia, my skincare routine, work out routine, are more efficient, and obviously painful.
No pain, no gain.
I grab my toothbrush and start the day, with a grapey smile.
Savouring the touch on his muscular but injured arms, pulling the bandage over his light caramel skin...
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"Why on Earth would I even go back to the school?" I rub the towel in my head, clear frustration printed on my face, careful not to damage the hair.
"Okay, okay, no wait! Don't-" I stop dead at the man sitting at the dining table, lowering my tone to a more gentle and soft one, "Aunt Leen, you don't have to come. No-no-no. Yes ma'am. Bye." I sigh, plopping myself opposite him, nearly slapping myself at my ungracefulness.
"Are these for me?" I smile at the tower of waffles.
"I am not sure what you will like so I made waffles, I hope you don't mind."
"No, no, I can eat anything you cook! Really!" I nod my head furiously and start digging into the sweetness of the waffles. Throwing my dieting plans out of my head.
"Oh, I thought you will be very wary of your eating, you know being a celebrity and all-" He explains, seeming pleased at my satisfaction in his cooking.
"Don't worry, I am a natural beauty." I wink, my heart fluttering, does he mind my occupation? Being a celebrity?
"What do you work as? And I have not caught your name, I believe." I wipe my mouth with a napkin messily, cringing again at my untidiness. Will he dislike me?
"I am Dionysus and I am a soldier." He beams proudly, but hiding a tint of sadness to which I sharply caught, he's not happy, I thought.
"Wow, a soldier?" I push back my chair excitedly, "That's so cool! Can a take a photo with you? I have always admired those brave men who guarded the country!" I swipe my phone from my pocket, blinking my eyes at him wistfully.
He hesitates, "Sure then."
That breakfast is one of the best I ever had, with hundreds of photos snapped with him, with excuses of poor lighting and "Oh, I have blinked!", forgetting that being a model, I can control my blinking and the lights in the living room are the of the best quality.
But a woman in romance is the dumbest. They are very much drunk and drugged.
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One night.
Haha, no not any sexual scene. Lol.
"Hello? Steph?" I whisper into my phone, glancing around my room nervously.
"F*ck Mel, it's 2 in the f*cking morning!" I cringe at her choice of words, contemplating how to break it to her.
"So Steph, I have a guy that I like..."
"What in the actual hell? You like a guy? Like you're not a lesbian?"
"No! Geez, let me finish! So how do I chase him?"
"Oh, honey, this is easy, be more passionate and brave, just be yourself, you know, the real you, we all know you as someone daring and fierce, so be that way."
"But, that's so ungrateful, what if he doesn't like my roughness?"
"Then he doesn't deserve your love, Mel."
"What? No! Steph, he deserves the best!"
"Whatever, honey, goodnight, have fun, use protection."
"BEEP- BEEP"
Oh, just great.
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"Bacchus! Bacchus!"
I started calling him Bacchus, after all, that's another name for Dionysus in the myths, so yeah. And it sounded cuter, didn't it? And I finally decided to heed her advice, I want to show him my passion my for him, I want to be real for once. So please, Bacchus, give me a chance.
"Come on... come with me to the beach, please?" I jump onto his shoulders, to which he makes little effort to get me off. I took that as encouragement.
"No, I have chores to do later." He takes the laundry from the washing machine and hangs them up to dry. I snigger when he touches my bra, watching his expression moulding into a bright red tomato, a thick vein on his neck pops and I know he is trying to keep his cool.
Dear Dionysus has offered to help with the chores when I allow him to stay in my magnificently extravagant house.
I snuggle closer to his muscled back, I can feel gnarled and lumpy scars on his back. How did he become like this? What happened to him? Why did he choose to become a soldier?
I wanted to know more about this man who worked tirelessly for the country yet earning way less than Lala, my stylist. What's the point of working when you barely got paid and you had to endanger yourself in the unfathomable dangers outside?
Why?
I couldn't understand him.
Of course Mel, why would a witch understand such passionate, loved and sincere man? Leave him alone witch, and that's for the better.
But you know, I am selfish and I can't stay away from him, every second spent with him, I wanted to know more and more of him. This bright fireball, full of everything positive and deserved everything good.
I cling closer to the source of warmth in my life. My arms and legs wrapping around his hardy torso like an octopus-- almost like one, just that I lacked another set of limbs.
"Please? Bacchus? Please please please pleasey please with a big cherry on top. Come on, Bacchus, the weather is not cold today and you need a break!" I tickle his armpits, to which he blushes and to my surprise, "Alright then."
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So guys, can you imagine? Him and me walking on the beach, on this warm, sunny day.
Okay.
I lied.
Today is cold.
I just wanted to go somewhere with him today. It's a special day for me.
"So, you said the weather wasn't cold?" Dionysus chuckles at my freezing-to-the-calcium-in-my-bones-self and wraps his coat around me. I recognize it as some cheap fake coat sold in a flea market but I had never felt so warm, the bliss and warmth brimming out like a neverending waterfall.
Oh, what am I going to do with you?
I stop in my tracks and turned to my left, swinging the coat over him, tucking his arms into the sleeves, and hop into the source of my bliss. Digging my head to his left chest, the thump of his heart is strong and firm, flowing of his life and evergreen.
Dionysus carries me up, bridal style, I didn't know why, but I felt like crying. Am I too easily satisfied? No, this shouldn't be happening Carmelo Ilocia, you never deserved happiness. You should be accompanied by fakeness, plastics and sufferings.
You should.
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Walking on the streets, vehicles flew by us nosily, fluorescent lights of every colour decorates the city in their all-too-perfect glows. A ragged dressed man sitting by the streets spoke, revealing a set of yellow-crooked teeth. "Good couple, can you give me some money for my dinner?"
I debate whether to give him money, after all, what if someone spotted me on the streets, catching me not helping out beggars? That will trigger a whole lot of controversial. A scene flashes through my mind, I dig my fingers into my palm. Stop thinking about all those Mel. Past remains in the graves. I convince myself.
"I can see that you are a well-bodied man, go and apply for a job, and that will be lasting, this is no proper job for you." Dionysus squats down to the beggar's eye level and passes a few notes from his skinny wallet before standing up again.
We must have walked on quite a distance from him. Because I heard a faint "Thank you, young man".