Dahlia woke up in Abel's room, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She glanced at the clock, realizing it was already 7 in the morning. Her job awaited her, and she needed to get ready quickly. Careful not to disturb Abel, who still slumbered peacefully, she quietly gathered her things and headed to her own apartment.
As she hurriedly prepared for her day, her thoughts couldn't help but drift back to Abel. She knew that she would be thinking about him all day at work, her mind wandering to the intimate moments they had shared. There was a promise of more to come when she returned to him later in the day, a thought that brought a warm flush to her cheeks.
With her heart still racing from their passionate encounter, Dahlia finished getting ready for work, a smile playing on her lips as she thought about what the day held in store for her.
Dahlia had dressed meticulously for her first day on the job. She walked into the magnificent hotel owned by Mr. Atlas, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Making her way to the receptionist, she introduced herself, informing the receptionist of her purpose. The receptionist flashed her a warm smile.
"Welcome, Ms. Dahlia," the receptionist said. "Mr. Atlas has been expecting you."
Dahlia hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether she should explain that she hadn't actually applied for the job. However, her nerves got the best of her, and she remained silent.
As they stepped into the elevator, the receptionist's reassuring smile helped Dahlia gather some courage. "I should mention," the receptionist said with a hint of mystery, "Mr. Atlas specifically requested to see you."
The elevator ride was a mix of tension and curiosity. The doors finally opened, revealing a breathtaking penthouse. Dahlia was asked to wait, her mind racing with questions about this unexpected job opportunity.
With the receptionist gone, Dahlia found herself alone in the penthouse, the only sounds now were her soft breaths and the enchanting music playing in the background. The tune felt oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. It whispered through the air, drawing her in like a melody from a distant memory.
She followed the music's sweet resonance to a well-equipped kitchen. It became clear that the sound emanated from a concealed speaker. As she stood there, the familiarity of the song tugged at the edges of her consciousness, like a half-remembered dream.
In that moment, Mr. Atlas entered the room from another door, his presence surprising her. With a warm and inviting smile, he gestured for Dahlia to join him. "Dahlia, I'm glad you're here. Please, join me in the dining area."
As she followed him, the lingering strains of the music filled her ears, and she couldn't shake the feeling that this tune held a deeper significance. But for now, she was focused on the enigmatic man leading her to the dining area.
Mr. Atlas led Dahlia to the dining room, but to her surprise, there was no food waiting. Instead, he turned to her and asked a question that left her momentarily stunned.
"Do you recognize me?" he inquired, his eyes searching her face for a reaction.
Dahlia's gaze locked onto his, and in that moment, realization washed over her. It was him, the very man she had known only through correspondence, now standing before her in the flesh. Michael, the enigmatic figure she had conversed with, had materialized into the man she could see, touch, and feel.
As the truth settled in, he closed the distance between them. Without a word, he took her in his arms and pressed a gentle, longing kiss upon her lips. Their connection, once built through words and mystery, now found a new dimension in the warmth of their embrace.
The kiss lingered as the sounds of the song faded away, leaving only their breaths and the beating of their hearts.
When the kiss finally ended, Dahlia gazed up at him. "I thought I recognized your voice, What happened to you Michael, you cut off all ties after college?" Dahlia shook her head. " I didn't know how to contact you after graduation. I never knew what to say or where to start. You were so far away, and... " She trailed off, unsure of how to continue."It wasn't until I saw that email, "she said, finally finishing her sentence." That's when I realized that you were still alive. I've been trying to find you ever since. "Why?" Dahlia asked. "What do you want from me? "