She woke up. Her eyes trace round the room from walls, to curtains, to door, to ceiling and to the empty space beside her on the bed. She yawned still looking at it. When she realize it wasn't her room and she had shared the bed with someone last night, her brows creased and she sat up, wondering where he went.
Her long hair messed up on her head and her eyes still a bit blurry from the sleep. She pushed her hair behind her ear and wiped her eyes for clearer vision. Is it that—no, it's still too early for one to leave to work.
She checked for her phone and found it on the bed next to her just how she had put it last night. She glance at the time. 5:05am. It's not even that dawn yet, from the window the sky is still a bit dark blue. She walked out of bed, gaining her balance for a minute then she looked again at the massive bed she had slept.
It felt so good sleeping on this bed and sharing it with the most cutest guy in her world. She should be smiling softly for that thought but um…. She's still too tired to do that. She crack her neck softly with her hands on her chin and at the top of her head, then she head for the bathroom door.
Sneaking her head into the elegant bathroom, her lower lip pushed out as she shook her head, liking the view of it. It's not bad, though, it's a little bit grader than hers. She took off her dress and entered for a warm shower. Then she came out wearing a big white robe and a towel wrapped around her head. Her eyes still went to the bed, hoping she might find him there, but there was nothing.
She looked around for which way led to his walk-in closet. She found it and entered. So many clothes on hangers, left and right. Shoes occupying space—wait, like seriously, if they're officially married, where would she put her belongings? Here doesn't seem like there's hope for space to her. It's so filled and littered with his things. And she has two times his kinda wardrobe. So tell her, how it's gonna be?
Anyway, whatever.
She push aside few of his clothes as she search for one of his shirt to wear. Her eyes caught a big size stripey sleeve. She smirk, picking it out. It'll feel so good wearing her fiancée' dress.
She literally put it on and asked herself why she looked so little in it. Even her hands are being swallowed by the sleeve. She had brought with her an extra underwear because her mom told her to. She comb and fix her hair at the dressing table. She opened the drawer to get some hair cream but what she saw made her shut it up instantly. Bunch of condoms and what was those balls things? Was that a yoyo?
Tying her hair will be like a little bit of holding a load on her head, so, why don't she free the thing over her back and shoulders?
She did before walking out to search for her man.
Downstairs is a bit dark. Little white lamplight at the corners and some yellow florescence on the stairs gave her light to walk through the staircase gently. She succeeded and went to the exit door—the whole place is quiet. Is everyone still asleep too or they're gone like—
"Good morning, ma'am. Where are you going?"
"Ah!" She turned around to wherever the voice was coming from. An unfamiliar face, her heart raced from the shock. "Who the hell are you? And you almost pulled out my soul."
The man lowered his head, "Am sorry, ma'am."
She don't care about the apology, "Who are you? Do you live here too?" Knowing he is a young man and should be in his middle thirties. He is surely a bit mature than her man.
"Am Desmond, the young master's personal bodyguard and yes, I live in the servants duplex at the back of the mansion."
Ah, really? She stare at him for a while, "Good to know, Desmond. But you see right now, I'm looking for my fiancée. Have you seen him?"
The guy is so puzzle because she mentioned fiancée. If he's aware, his boss doesn't seem like a too serious guy for relationship talk much of getting married but here is this young lady saying 'Fiancée'
"Ma'am," He scratched his head, maybe he misunderstood her. "Did you say you're looking for your fiancée?"
Was he deaf or he wasn't here at all? She tilts her head to one side giving him the 'Huh?' look. "Yes, my fiancée, Justin. Did you see him?"
Oh, now he gets it right. Ha! What a surprise. What else has he not being concentrating on? So his boss has come to realize that he's not getting younger by the day again. Wow, nice one.
"Yes, yes, he's in the gym right now. I can take you to him if you don't mind."
"Oh please." She followed him to the gym. It was also located somewhere inside the premises.
"Here. I'll go now." He left after she thanked him.
She entered quietly and stood few miles away, observing him. He didn't notice her presence and she didn't cough or make a sound. He was boxing the black punching bag like it was his enemy. Sweats flows over his well-built muscular body. He was like a child so focused in class, not wanting distractions from any corners. She admire his whole body from his white socks, white sneakers, white linen Shorts—and his abs and biceps.
She felt like drooling over his tattoo body because he wasn't wearing a t-shirt and she loved it more when he's shirtless. Her eyes roamed at his back muscles flexed whenever he lays a punch on the bag that she slowly walked closer, smiling without even knowing.
A barbell took her step and she screamed almost landing her face on the ground but something caught her immediately. She expected her face to be broken by now or maybe a slight injury on her head but she's wrapped in soft arms. Her hands still holding unto the arms tightly like it was the most precious thing in her life. Her heart beat so fast from the tension of falling down. Her eyelids slowly parted and she saw him staring into her eyes like a hawk.
"How did you know am here?"
She grinned, getting back on her feet again. "Good morning too, Justin. Your personal guard led me in."
He let out a deep sigh, taking off his boxing gloves. "Desmond."
"Yeah, Desmond." She chuckled, looking around.
He tossed the gloves aside, "So, how was your night? Dreamt about me?"
"Well, I think it's a bit of me asking you how many hours you sleep in a day." Why is she always acting aromatic sometimes? "It's still too early for… sneaking out."
"I didn't sneak out." He corrected, his hands on his waist. "I came out to gym. It's my thing and I do it everyday."
Oh, everyday. She shook her head, eyes big heavenwards as she copy that. He knew she's indeed shy and—oh, she's even putting on his shirt. When he pulled her closer with one arm, she squealed. Her hands on his sweaty chest.
When he wanted to nib her nape, she adjusted, acting like a saint. "Come on, we've already done this before." He initiated and she shivered, adjusting again. He stopped, getting tired. "Okay, like seriously, you're making this relationship awkward."
She bit her lower lip and shrugged, "Am not. Let's just remain like this before our marriage."
"Let's?" He rose his brow, picking out her words. "You don't want us to have sex and I understand your reasons and now, you don't want me to kiss you, masturbate you, romance you. Okay, how about you join me for a morning bath?"
Her eyes grew big. "Morning bath? Well I….. don't think I can do that for now. I'm on my period." She lied.
Like seriously? Are you for real, Priyanka? You gat to be kidding him.
He let out a deep sigh, already getting frustrated. "Can I see the blood?" When her eyes grew bigger, he nodded. "Yes, I have to see it to know if you're being serious with me or not."
"Justin…."
"Seriously, Priyanka. Just tell me you're a virgin and….. I'll know my limits and how to convey the situation when the time comes."
She looked down at her fidgeting fingers. She doesn't want to say it to his eyes so…..she nodded, still keeping her head down.
His eyes grew enormously and he lifted her chin to look at her face. ""Are you fucking serious with me right now?" When she nodded again, he whispered, "Where the fuck did you go all these while?"
Trying not to be emotional, she looked away. "I've being existing. What else?"
"No, you've been hiding." He took her chin up again. "I'm sorry for being too selfish, I'm such an asshole. I never knew you are—" She shut him up with a kiss on his lips. One of his hands grab her waist and the other holding the back of her neck.
Diving into the sweetened pool, she wrap her legs around his waist and her arms hooked on his neck. "Justin…." She broke the kiss. "Promise me you won't break my heart someday. I don't think I can withstand heart failure."
He pushed the strands of hair behind her ear, looking into her eyes. "I swear to you this day that you'll be the only woman I'll love till I die."
"Really? What if something happens to me or my life?"
"Shh, stop talking negative."
"No, just assume it happened." She really want to know what she's getting herself into even though she already has assurance.
He paused for a while, "I know nothing will happen to you now and in the future and since you want to know my point of view...I'll rather die living alone without a woman than to give my heart and love and body to someone else other than you."
It's quite funny the way he sound and she giggled. "Your body?"
"Yes, honey. You heard me right. My body is yours, do whatever you want with it."
"Well…."
"It's alright." He smiled when she went blank. "I'll make your first time special."
Now he gat her heart on the go. She'll have to plant these words in her head from today. Her first time. Sooner or later, it'll come and it'll definitely happen. But…..how is it gonna be? She can't ask Mitali such question. It's private.