Freddie's kitchen was so beautiful like the rest of his flat. Well-balanced, spacious but natty, very english with a lot of wood. Welcoming and extremely clean and shinny. I pitied staining it.
- Heyyy, what does it smell like?
- Smell divine. Don't you think? -Phoebe answered joyfully.
I knew Freddie wasn't specially a sweet tooth so my choice wasn't wise but my body need glucose. As every time I was under stress.
- Would you like chocolate sponge cake made in Elideth?
- Sure. Let's taste it.
Freddie was a fan of tables plenty of food although he just nibbling like a playful little hen. He took off his brown distressed leather jacket showing once more that sexy vest which looked like some dressmaker would taylor-made it, enhancing his beautiful chest. My heart stopped and time too when I looked how Freddie tested one little spongy portion with his fork. He couldn't imagine how freak and exciting was for me seeing my idol tasting one of my creations.
Freddie chewed self-absorbed, pleased and nodding and he ate another little bit. Could it be considered as I'd passed his good taste exam? Phoebe's good nature and funny glance seemed confirm it.
- Dear, top-quality.
- And she has her own secret to make that sponge cake so juicy.
- Has she? Did you discover her secret, clever fox? Apart from saddling her with the cooking.
- Don't scold him. Cooking did me good.
- Dear, I'm not scolding him. You wouldn't take off your mind easily my quarrels, right, Phoebe? Tell me that secret, come on. We won't tell anyone else not to risk your originality.
- In fact it's just a little olive oil glass. I was surprised finding that kind of oil in a british home.
- My love, my home doesn't look like anywhere else, did you know? Be still.
Softly he held me in my face and started to scratch delicately the tip of my nose.
- You had a little flour on it. I can see that you put a lot of passion to culinary art.
Freddie's relax and self-confident smile was a delight to see in close-up. As all the other different smiles he had.
- Are you feeling better? -he asked me at last with such a special voice which seemed to be crooning.
I couldn't take my astounding eyes off him and blushed even at my hair root. A little self-control, hell.
At that very moment rang the doorbell and I really jumped. Phoebe opened up. Suddenly a tall and heavily built man burst onto the scene almost no transition. His face looked familiar to me. I noticed how Freddie's face lit up seeing him. He took gently his hand gripping just two fingers knowingly but I saw the man got loose with energy. He looked like tense and upset.
- Let me introduce you Elideth. This is Winnie the pooh, my german husband.
I had a laugh when he called him like that. Always Freddie's unique sense of humour. Sure, that's why he looked familiar to me. What a terrible memory. The german man shook my hand politely and before I could overpower him with my x rays, he was one of the biggest enigma in Mercury's universe to me, he urged Freddie to a rush chat. The singer showed one of his nice faces and with a little hop he obeyed surprisingly his boyfriend, who almost dragged him by the arm.
- Do you want to argue in bedroom, lovey?
I heard Freddie's melodic voice while they climbed up in a rush, the stairs. Oh, God. I thought that looked really bad. Was the german prone to biting hands like that New Jersey wild man with whom he dated two years before?
Phoebe shoot a conforting glance to me noting my tension all over my body.
- Who is he?
- You've heard it, his german husband. I don't know why he said so.
- Maybe he considered him as his legal husband -I tried to find out.
Phoebe wasn't the right person to trying find out anything. He was extremely discreet and protective about Freddie's private life. And don't forget I was a journalist.
As Phoebe was self-absorbed cutting me another portion of sponge cake, I kept on trying.
- Does he treat him well? -I couldn't help asking.
- Why are you asking that? -it was the first time Phoebe showed himself on the defensive.
- He seems someone violent...
As soon as I said that, we could hear on the top floor the noise of a broken glass crashing. The fork fell down between my fingers and I cringed with fear asking Phoebe what was that noise.
- Don't you worry, darling. Everything is fine.
He didn't finished that sentence as another noise of broken glass came to my ears. Without respite it could be heard a door opening briskly and a few rushy steps coming down the stairs.
- Son of a bitch, where do you think you're going now? We haven't finished yet.
Freddie's voice shocked when he was angry. He had a special vibration, thundering. Still terribly musical too. I heard a hurly burly of german words on the part of Winnie and a noise like one body getting pushed against some piece of furniture. I was frightened and I dared not even move my eyes.
- Damn you, stop speaking your fucking language. You're not going out of here till we clear this up.
I glanced back to Phoebe with sorry and the latter calmed me with a gesture trivializing the fight.
- Let go! -I could hear Freddie.
I couldn't restrain myself anymore. I jumped off my stool grabbing a knife and went into the hall where I found they both struggle by the door. I couldn't bear how that guy was abusing him. Why didn't Phoebe come between them and wipe him out?
- Let him go or else I'll hurt you so bad.
Still today I don't know what kind of spirit posessed me to say that thing with my voice unmoved. I brought nearer the kitchen knife to that wild beast's ribs. Winnie turned around slowly to face me and let Freddie's arm loose which got twisted at his back.
- Laß ihn gehen -I emphasized to make myself understood in his fucking language.
- Eli, what are you doing? -Freddie asked shocked by my reaction with his eyes moving from him to me, wide-eyed with amazement.
- I want you to leave him alone, get out -I said with the same unmoved tone.
Winnie looked out of the corner of his eyes the fine knife's blade on his ribs. With incredulity he moved carefully and gave a disdainful glance to his boyfriend. Freddie pierced him with his big amazed eyes. He mumbled some german words and opening up he got out with a slam of the door.
I let the knife fall to the floor as though it burned, still not understanding what did happened to me. Phoebe picked it up while Freddie pierced me with his eyes. What the hell did I do? Did I drive completely crazy? Where did that low profile go? The plot thickened all the time.
- Are you ok?
I couldn't avoid it, I couldn't see those boyfriends treat him so bad. All of them would turn him into someone amazingly suspicious and filled with barriers in front of foreign people. Blessed Jim, when would he come into his life at last?
- Of course I'm ok. You must be losing your head. Why did you try to stab him?
- I wasn't going to stab him. It was just a threat.
- Girl, you're dangerous.
- Me? And him? Isn't he dangerous?
- And me. And Phoebe. At the end we're all dangerous. But we're not stabing ribs just like that.
- I heard noises and broken glasses and... I feared for you. Sorry trying to protect you. It won't happened again.
- Well, I hope so, my beauty.
- Are you sure you're feeling well?
- Oh, love. I am. Phoebe, bring me some tea, will you? Bring Eli a double lime blossom tea.
- I don't like lime blossom tea.
- Nevertheless you will drink it. You need it. Come, sit down on the sofa.
- Since when do you date that kind of german neanderthal?
Freddie burst into laughter and he rushed to cover his mouth. It was the first time he did it and seeing him so near it was still sweeter. I wanted to drew his hand away from his mouth but I could refrain myself.
- Then, are we starting the interview at last? -he smiled.