Chapter 26: Is it real?
For around fifteen minutes, we got back at the hotel. Even I don't feel very well, I told Mr. Parker that he doesn't need to escort me to his penthouse. He's already late for his meeting, I don't want to be the cause of the cancellation. Before we parted inside the elevator, he gave me a card to use because his room is secured with a fingerprint. I stayed alone inside the lift because it's on the 46th floor. I walked towards the door carefully. It was just a meter away from the elevator because this whole floor is the size of his room. I swiped the card before going inside.
Since I started working here, I've never seen this part of it. It's very huge, even bigger than our apartment. The interior has three colors; black white and gray. The room is dark yet very clean and appealing to the eyes because of how the furniture is placed. I turned the lights on before going into the bathroom to take a pee. Even the bathroom looks very cozy and elegant. I wonder if Mr. Parker picked everything that has been put in here. I turned the lights off before I went out and entered the bedroom. It's a big bed but not as big as a king-sized one but I think three persons can fit in.
It's a bit dark inside but I didn't want to turn on a single light because I can't sleep in a very bright room. I didn't also spread the curtains because the sun shines in this direction. Instead, I tapped the button of the lampshade to have a dim light so it won't be too dark if I might wake up later. I removed my closed pin heels shoes, leaving the foot socks on my feet before lying down on the bed. It's very warm and comfortable that's why I dozed easily.
…
I was still sleepy when I felt someone sit on the side of the bed. Oh, it's Mr. Parker.
"Feeling better?" He softly asked. I could barely see him because my eyes won't open wide.
"Much," I answered and gave him a soft smile as a sign of saying thank you.
A smile rose from his lips. "I brought your lunch and medicines, it's on the breakfast table. I'll take you home later, I promise."
I slightly nodded before my eyes gave up. I didn't have the chance to say thank you but after a few seconds, I felt something touch my forehead. I opened my eyes partially and our eyes met. His face was inches away from mine and I could hear him breathing.
Did he kiss my forehead?
…
I woke up and stretched my body while I was still on the bed. I believe that I was in a deep sleep and I suddenly remembered the dream I had. It looks so real. This is the second time I dreamt of Mr. Parker. What's more ridiculous about it is that on those dreams, it feels like we are together.
I got my bag that was on the bedside table and I checked my phone. I received a text from Mr. Parker.
From: Mr. Parker
I can't join you for lunch today. There's an emergency at the site and I'm on my way to New Jersey. Your lunch is in the kitchen. Also, don't forget to drink your medicines. I'll be back around 4:00 to 5:00 PM, don't go home by yourself and wait for me. Okay?
Well, that was a long message full of reminders.
To: Mr. Parker
Okay, sir.
I felt bad that he needed to go there alone. What happened to me was very unusual and had such bad timing. I should look after myself more so these kinds of things won't happen anymore.
I stood up and went into the kitchen because I'm a bit hungry now. The paper bag was on the breakfast table. That was a little parallel to my dream, huh. I opened it and I saw a big cheeseburger, some nuggets, vegetable salad, and a banana.
Does he want me to feel well or he's trying to make me fat? I was opening it one by one when I found a sticky note on the container of the vegetable salad.
"There's a bottle of orange juice inside the fridge. If you don't want it, there's water in the pitcher."
I walked towards the fridge to get the orange juice before pouring it into a glass. Is this how he treats his secretaries when they're sick?
I sat and started eating at the breakfast table. Now, I don't have a choice but to eat everything. I'm a health-conscious woman but I don't prefer wasting food either. The nuggets were enough to get eaten by three people so I suffered on eating it up but luckily, it was tasted so good.
As he said, I drank my meds before cleaning everything up. I'm getting bored of not doing anything. I'm not into browsing social media even I have my accounts. Since I'm already feeling very well right now, I got my bag and walked towards the door. I wanted to do some of the paper works, I'm sure he won't know about it. I was about to open the door when my phone rang.
"Mr. Parker."
"Did you have your lunch already?" He immediately asked me on the phone.
"I did, sir. It almost made my stomach explode," I joked and he chuckled.
"Are you still in the penthouse?"
"Uhm… yeah, I am." I can't say that I'm on my way down to my cabin!
"Are you sure?" he doubted.
"Yeah, I am. I'm actually roaming around your penthouse, Mr. Parker. It's very admirable," I lied.
"Good. In a few minutes, I'll head back to Brooklyn. Don't do your paper works, Liv, unless I tell you to."
"Okay, sir," I said before he ended the call.
I don't think I can disobey him anymore after all that he has done for me so I'll just stay here and wait for him.
…
We were inside the car and he was the one who's driving. He didn't want to call Rowan to take me home, I didn't ask why.
"Sir?" I called him.
"Yes?" He asked with eyes still on the road.
"Did you perhaps… went inside of your penthouse lately?" I asked him because I had a doubt about my dream. It looks very real but also, dreams are meant to look real somehow.
"Yeah, I put your lunch on the breakfast table. Why?"
"You didn't go inside the bedroom, right?" I asked again and he took a quick glance at me, probably being confused on what I'm saying.
"No, I did not," he answered.
So, it was really just a dream.
Or is it?