I was on dreamland and I think I saw Leila with me on that wild and sexy dream, until Miley came in and showed her naked breasts flashing them in front me. I felt like I couldn't breathe so I woke up sweating and found Leila beside me sleeping like an angel. What a beauty!
Now I didn't know what to say as an excuse why I was sleeping in Leila's room but well, the doctors and nurses seem not to mind my funny antiques while I moved my ass out of the hospital. I left Leila a note that I'll be picking her up and we will have a date somewhere, apart from the tree she liked sitting on. This place is more extravagant and romantic
When I needed to go back and fly to London I asked Leila to accompany me there. She agreed to it and would like to try to help get rid of my fear of flying and riding planes.
The plane is about to take off, I can already hear my stomach growling and about to burst toxic breaths and the sushi I ate with Leila a couple of hours ago. No, not here. Not when Leila's watching. Leila got off from her seat and moved next to me. She got her seatbelt locked and then moved closer to hold my head, turned me to face her and abruptly kissed me on the mouth. She did that for a couple of minutes until the plane is way up the sky, which I didn't even feel we're way over there already.
I just felt Leila's warmth and kisses on me that I forgot about what I was scared about. I don't feel dizzy but lightheaded from her dreamy kisses and that's all. My bodyguards and Gerrie were looking at us earlier but Gerrie gave a piercing look at the guards to mind their own business and look the other way. Then Gerrie closed the curtain and turned her back, guarding the huge cubicle in the middle of the plane, where Leila and I are sitting together. I never felt the same again after that awesome kiss.
I showed Leila the new home I bought in London and it's near a park. Leila likes parks and she wanted to visit London when we were young apart from Canada.
I brought Leila to a fine dine-in which of all the places Jorge could be is at the restaurant where he is working as a manager. Jorge is Lillian's dad, I think I mentioned that before. Leila and him didn't have closure in their relationship but as Leila and I are having our dinner Jorge gave us a vintage wine, as a gift. Jorge gave his number to Leila when she went to the ladies room. I saw them talking from afar at the bar when I felt a tightness scourging in my chest and didn't like what I saw there, what I saw between the two.
So, I didn't speak to Leila in our long drive back home. Leila is happy and thankful of the surprise and glad that we bumped into Jorge who she was able to talk with and settled stuff about their past and Lillian ( who is still currently in the Netherlands for the conference). I didn't like it and advise Leila not to talk about Jorge. Leila was laughing, and asked if I was jealous and I stopped the car to look at her coldly.
Leila froze and got scared, but she moved closer to me and touched my cheek which I immediately avoided.
Sasa, Marissa, talk to me!, Leila calling out for me but I couldn't hear her, just my heart breaking and my thoughts on Jorge and her smiling together, happy.
I think I am jealous and without any word I left the house and went to a hotel near my office. I called Miley who was about to head home. She agreed to meet me at the hotel next to my building. I was drunk with too much vodka I drunk while driving to the hotel. Miley was already standing naked in front of me inside the suite I paid for, when I saw her after feeling little sober. Miley kissed my mouth saying that she misses me a lot and that she's been waiting for my call. She was hot and persistent, tearing my clothes off, so, I gave in. But I wanted more, so I kissed and had sex with her again and again but damn! Nothing! I couldn't feel my heart feeling or enjoying sex as before. What did you do to me Leila? Not this time. Not again!. I was awake again at two in the morning and kissed Miley on the cheek, leaving her a note. I felt filthy, like these women are just using me for their pleasures, past times and for what, for sex, for a little liberty, freedom from reality, from the loneliness, that's still creeping inside of me.
I drove my car home and it's not that far. Maybe about a ten minute drive from the office and hotel. I smelled and feel like drunk, so, Leila who kept awake until this time, ran to greet me at the front door. She felt anxious why I walked out of the house without saying anything. Leila was shocked to see my clothes all worn and torned. She smelled it and wanted to cry. She knew where I was and her eyes were as cold as ice looking back at me. I remember that look now, the time when I was happy chatting with Craig, Leila got jealous and ran away from me, to Canada.
You won't get away from me, not now, not again!, I told Leila when she tried to ran out of the front door in the middle of the morning. And where will you go?, we're in mother fucking London. Leila, you've always been like that. Good in hiding your feelings and leaving the people who loves you like a cold bitch that you are!, I cried now having the courage to tell her how I felt when she left and how I feel now that she is trying to run out on me again. What are you hiding? That, you still love me and that you still want me? Fuck, Leila, grow up, say what this heart of yours feel and let it all out, all out to my face where I can see them!!!, I added holding her arm trying to forcefully convince her to tell me the truth of what she is feeling now.