I sat down, inhaling the savory aroma of the well-prepared dish by Pierre Fitzgerald himself. The chef, doctor, and also the lady heart crusher.
I looked from my end of the dinner table to Pierre, who sat down digging on his well-prepared steak. Then, my eye caught a bottle of Baron De Val red wine. I was shocked because I'd not seen Pierre drinking wine before but now, theirs one on the table.
"Pierre, I've never seen you drink red wine before. What do I hold these special treats?" I smile at him across the table and watch as he takes one bite at a time on his steak.
A smile escaped his eyes. "Allow me to pour you a glass, my lady," He said promiscuously.
"I'll be delighted to meet your acquaintance." I giggled at the foolish joke of my refined nemesis that was right in front of me. I stretched my glass to him as he poured wine in it.
"There you go!" He said. "Let's cheers to today's greatness," He added.
Instantly, we hit our glass together. "Cheers to a good life!"
"Please dig in before your food gets cold," He gestured with his hand to my food for me to eat.
I started digging into my meal. "Hmmm... it's super delicious." I mumbled with steaks in my mouth, chewing so aggressively at the beautiful steak.
He smiled. "Eat more veggies, okay, you need to eat more veggies," He adds. "So that you'll remain attractive to your boyfriend that you told me about,"
"What?" I yelled in defends. "No, No, I didn't say I have a boyfriend. I said I have a crush on him, that's all. Pierre, why do you always change my words..." I fake yelled dramatically.
He smiles. "Why don't you tell him if you have a crush on him? Or, are you scared of being rejected?"
I faked a giggle, scratching the back of my head. "It's just that I'm not afraid of that because I know that I'll be rejected anyway, so why not; I just enjoy the happiness flowing between him and me?"
"Ama...Should I say that you're too unpretentious for the likes of me?"
"No...No, it's not that I'm too unpretentious for the likes of you. The truth is, he's a very good man, and he's a gifted professional and good looking gentleman, and also he's liked by others," I manage to explain.
Pierre's looked dreamily at me, sipping at his glass of wine. "I like him already. I think I'll approve of him if he accepts you. He sounds interesting and also like a decent man,"
"And the other barrier is that he's older than me. Our age gap is a bit too messed up. I know that age is just a number in the home of love. But still, I want to match up with him. Then, I can be entitled to him if I work hard," I added.
"It's a more pleasant way that you feel this way. This shows that my Ama is getting matured day by day, and it's a good thing. You're still young and also in school; you've to focus on your studies for now if you want him to notice you." He asserted.
"Since you said he's a decent man and also the intellectual kind. I'm sure he'll also like a woman with the same feed as him." He advised.
I felt the goddess in me build up the courage. "Yes, I will surely match his aptitude,"
"That's my girl. That's the spirit," Pierre said.
ā
After my meal, I emptied and cleaned the table and left Pierre's as he drank his wine. After my bath and feeling refreshed.
"Pierre," I called, walking from the done table to his room. "Pierre," I called again because I couldn't find him anywhere in the living room.
But surprisingly, I saw him all sober up in his room, on his resting chair. He was resting his head on the chair headrest.
"Pierre!" I called in a Yankee yell.
He's sleeping peacefully. He's drunk. Pierre has never been drunk before. Is it because of work?
"Pierre," I called slowly as I got hold of his hand, removing his grip from the wine bottle and gradually laying it down on the small bookshelf.
"Pierre. Please go take a shower," I pleaded to the drunk man.
"Hmmm," I heard him murmurs in-between sleep.
I don't know how I can get him to take his bath. I have to help him get rid of his clothes and allow him to the bed to sleep comfortably.
"Pierre," I called again. "Can you get up? Please," I added.
"Hmmm, uh, yeah..." He mumbles in his sleep, but still, he doesn't move from the same position. I have to assist him.
I manage to hold him still by supporting him by my side as he wobbles with my lazy grip on his shoulders. "Pierre, you have to take your bath so that you'll be very relaxed when you sleep," I said.
"Hmmm, I...I...will," He shutters.
"I've prepared a warm bath for you. Let me drop you off at the bathroom then; I'll go and arrange your robe for you to wear when you get out," I let out.
"Okay!" He manages to say as I let go of him in the bathroom.
"Please be careful. And let me know when you are done."
"Okay!" He stuttered as he slowly wobbled into the bathroom.
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A few minutes later, I didn't hear from Pierre, so I had to take a peep at his room to see him dressed up in his blue robe, and he was already fast asleep, covered in the duvet. I slowly worked into the room and went closer to the bed to take a peep at his face.
He looks so peaceful as a baby. Just by looking at his face, it makes me want him more. Every bit of him felt like a bloom in summer. His lips look glossy and dark pitch pink. His lips spread open a bit as he breathed out slowly from his mouth.
'Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him,' My hoeish goddess sings in my brain.
Well, this chance seems better than the one of last time. I can kiss him now, and he won't even know that I did...hahaha...The motherfucker is drunk.
I slowly climbed on the bed swatted closer to him with my face down to his face level. I inhale and exhaled sharply. It is now or never. I slowly moved him by this chest and planted my cold lips to his warm parted lips. I used my tongue to play with his lips, but instantly, he took part in it, and I became stunned with wide eyes with my lips still on his but with his control.
"Hmmm," He mutters in every kiss.
Is he awake? I ask myself in fright. He deepened the kiss so well and sucked on my bottom lip. I couldn't help the way he kissed me hungrily with his eyes closed. It's getting heated without the kiss ends. I felt my cookies are squirming in desire. The kiss deepens as his hand searches for my face, caressing it so softly.
If I'm going to die today, I know I will die as a fulfilled woman.
Suddenly, he pushed me slowly. What is it? Is he dreaming about another woman beside me? Is he dreaming about her? That model-like woman Hugo showed me online yesterday?
I felt my heart breaks into tiny little pieces of glass. I slowly step down from the bed and walks away from the room. How can he kiss me so passionately yet think about someone else? Even though I enjoyed every desire the moment gave to me, I still felt not satisfied enough because I wanted more, but still, I know that it's because of his drunken state because Pierre won't kiss me ordinarily like that.
Because I'm not the woman of his dreams.
*End of flashbacks (Back to The Present with Ama telling Lou about her past)*
"Lou, this is how I've been managing the feelings I have with Pierre. Since I was sixteen till now that I'm now twenty-four, he doesn't still feel the same for me at all," Ama Sobs badly.
"Ama. Please don't cry; how can you be so silly with a man for eight unnoticed years of your life?" Lou looks sadly at Ama and pats her on the back to calm her down.
They were on the train to Dijon, burgundy. Ama wiped her face with the handkerchief Lou gave to her and rested her head on Lou's shoulders.
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Pierre was fuming in anger as he dialed Hugo Leroy's number. He picks up a second ring.
"Leroy. Ama had followed that stupid, dumbass guy, Lou to Dijon, burgundy. Find two reliable guards to protect her," He speaks.
"Common, Pierre. She's not the teenager of when she was 18 years old. She's matured now; she's an adult, and she can protect herself; she's not a kid anymore," Hugo let out from the end of the call.
"Hugo, that Lou is a dumbass pervert. Ama can't be well protected if she's with him," Pierre fumes in intense anger.
"Are you insane? Leroy. So, if she doesn't want my help, so, should I just let her take off with that creep if she said so?"
"Alright...Alright, don't get angry; I'll call for the headquarters over there at Dijon so that they'll send four bodyguards to her," He said through the line.
"Leroy, can you make the bodyguards five or six?" Pierre added.
"Pierre, now I see that you're the Creep here, not the Lou who you admit is a creep, " He flames.
"You're just so useless, Leroy; send just two bodyguards to her, that's all,"
"Alright, don't get angry over nothing, I'll do just that,"
Pierre hangs up. "Ama, why are you so stubborn?"