Chapter Twelve
Amaya's PoV
I woke to the smell of beacon, coffee and....and.....and I'm not sure what. I slowly opened my eyes and shut it immediately as the room was too bright. It feels like there are pins and needles under my eye lid.
I felt someone in the room with me. I groaned and held on to my head. I'm hangover. Shit! Why oh why did i let myself go like that. Shit! Shit! shit! Double SHIT!!! I kept chanting in my head.
"Who the hell let the bitch out"! I said loudly while I tried to get of the bed.
"That's what I'd like to know" the voice which sounded like Sebastian said.
"ugh, do you have to be so loud"! I asked annoyingly. Damn, my head is killing me.
"I see the bitch is still present" he replied
I turned my head to the sound of his voice to see him sitting on the chair near to the dressing mirror looking intently at me .
"Not really, just the hangover kind ..... My head is killing me"
I said to him still clutching my head in my hands and running my hands in my hair.
"Go freshen up in the bathroom, and there's a pill here for you take" he said.
He got up from his sitting position and walked towards me, he extended his right hand towards me and I took it.
He helped me off the bed. I went to the bathroom to get my business done. I already realize am not in my apartment when I felt the soft bed and pillow I was laying on.
I took a shower and I felt a bit better but my head was still throbbing. I got a robe to put on and went out to see him getting off the phone. I gave him a shy and an apologetic look. I hope to God i didn't do anything too embarrassing last night, but by the way he's looking at me, hmmm. Fat chance at that.
Focus Maya, this is not the time for you to be arguing with your imaginary self.
"That's your breakfast, eat it and then you can take the pain killer" He said.
I did as I was told and then he left for me to get dressed. He told me I'll find something to wear in the walk in closet. I walked in and it was full of clothes, expensive women clothes. I put on a blue jeans and a blouse.
They still had the price tags on.
Why does he have women clothes. Are they for his...., sister maybe? Or is this a recurring charity case for him. Save the damsel on the street, bring her to his house, wine and dine her, cloth her and then ............. let her go? may be?
I went down to find him sitting in the living room. I sat in the opposite side of him in the sofa.
"Did something happen last night... .di..did I embarrass you"? I asked him with a bit of uncertainty. For which i am one hundred per cent sure i did embarrass him and myself.
He looked at me a for a long time as if contemplating what to say to me, I who was fiddling with my thumb suddenly started to recall a bit of what occurred last night. I normally recall just bits and pieces of my other self.
'If you don't want to give me what I want, just ask your driver to take me to any bar and I can pick up anyone from there to give me some orgasms'
I remember that and the other few ways I tried to seduce him with my clothes off and then dancing like a stripper. I face palmed and cursed under my breath. I don't even remember how I fell asleep.
Damn you Brittany, you let the bitch out.
I am already attached to this man and I haven't even known him for long. What will happen if he left me because he thinks I'm crazy?
"An explanation from you would suffice" He finally said.
He crossed his legs and relaxed back in the sofa, staring at me in an intimidating way. He was patiently waiting while I contemplated on what to tell him.
"And don't you dare think of lying to me or you wouldn't like me" he added in a really cool and chilling tone.
"Well, I was diagnosed with a Multiple personality disorder when I was fifteen"
I said very lowly not daring to look at his face.
"What"? He exclaimed and I flinched at his tone.
"Am sorry if I embarrassed you last night with your business or if I did something really bad." I said with tears in my eyes
I hate to get emotional, because that's how my other personalities come out. I guess I have to leave before he calls me crazy and throw me out.
With my head down I got off the chair and.....
"What happened to you to make you that way"? He asked looking at me
with understanding and not with pity or like am crazy.
I don't think I can talk about that yet so I asked him something that I was wondering about.
"How did I fall asleep"
"You don't remember"? He asked with a chuckle and I shook my head no.
"I put a sleeping pill in a drink for you as you were really adamant to go out and look for someone to hookup with". He said
"So you drugged me"? I questioned as I giggled
"What was I supposed to do.... At least one of us finds this funny".
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I say it's almost about time we all know what actually happened in the life of Amaya for her to develop split personalities.
From this chapter on will be the past of her so ee can understand her better.
I hope you like it. Thank you for reading Amaya. Untill next time.
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