"Haha..." I was full of laughter and joy as I played the virtual game.
It felt so real and at one point I thought I was being chased down by actual creatures and sometimes I had to take off the headset to remind myself that it was actually just a game.
After a good time playing that particular game we switched to another game which was a virtual motor racing game and it was mad fun though I kept crashing into things. It if was in real life I would have ended up in a hospital with the amount of crashes I had. I ain't really good at games but it didn't stop it from being fun.
"You know I really needed this. Thank you," I said to Kyle and he just smiled at me.
"You are welcome."
We went ahead and played some other games until we decided we had had enough for the day then we left the room which I now refer to as the Game World.
"Bye," I said my goodbyes to Kyle as he entered his room and I proceeded to advance to mine...
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"You don't seem to get it do you?" Eden frowned as he tried to confuse Jane instead of answering her questions directly.
"Yes I don't get it and that's why I want you to explain to me what really is your issue with Ella. You seem more upset at her than everyone is. Is the deal guard related to you by any chance?"
"Gosh. Why are you being so insensitive? So must he be related to me before I fight for justice or do what's right? The fact remains that he was one of us. Peacefully doing his job but had to lose his life because of that foolish girl and all the punishment she gets for that, is some normal home chores?" Eden said, making the whole situation look pathetic.
"So what punishment would you rather have her do? Execution? Torture or what exactly?" Jane clearly still didn't get why he was so worked up by this.
"Something that would teach her a bitter lesson so she wouldn't think of repeating this in the future again," Eden said with a frown and Jane sighs.
"I understand but just let it be. You shouldn't be having issues with Marcel over this. You guys are brothers and you have far more important things to discuss than some lost girl trying to be free," Jane said and she softly started messaging Eden's shoulders to get him to relax and it seemed to work.
"You are right. I will just leave Marcel to handle the situation how he sees fit," Eden said and Jane smiled.
"That's my boy," she teased him and he smiled.
"Now come here and give me a kiss," Eden said, turning around to claim Jane's lips...
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I decided to take a little nap even though it was in the afternoon. I just needed to relax my head but just as I was finally getting some sleep a knock on the door pulled me out.
Fuck!
"Who is there?" I asked and it turned out to be Madam Yesenia.
"Senor Marcel seeks your presence in his chamber," she informed me, and I started wondering why he was sending for me.
"Okay. I will be on my way. Thanks," I said to her and she left with a smile.
Hope everything is well?
Getting into the bathroom I washed my face clean with running tap water as I could feel I had sleepy eyes. Then I dried my face with a clean, dry face towel before heading out to Marcel's quarter. He was actually in his painting room and oh my God!
He was shirtless. Just his back view was enough to make my head sail like the wind.
It's just so beautiful the way his hair fell graciously down at his masculine but smooth back. There was no sign of any wounds or scars in his body which was quite strange as I could swear he was shot at the back by Elijah's men.
I stood still for a few seconds just admiring the view.. before. "You sent for me," I said amidst licking my lips subconsciously.
"Yes I did," he said without losing concentration in the painting in front of him.
My eyes were still glue on his body but then my attention shifted a bit to the painting and I saw it was quite different from the ones he used to drew, this one looks like a portrait of an elderly lady and she kinda looks familiar but I can't seem to be able to wrap my head as to where I have seen her before maybe because my mind was still concentrating on Marcel's body.
"So...why am I here?" I asked.
"Impatience. You know what they say is a virtue?" He said, talking in parables.
"Patience?"
"Good. Now you know what to do," he said and from what he said I was able to understand that he wants me to just wait till he is ready to tell me why he sent for me so I waited.
That's not really a problem as I was enjoying the view. Just waiting there doing nothing except stare gawkily at his back view I took a little time out to study the painting a little bit more and the more I looked at it the more I was convinced I had seen that face somewhere before... until it clicked in my head. This is exactly how the old lady in the Art exhibition in Rome looked like.
It is definitely her but why is he doing a painting of her?
"I expected you to have lots of questions," Marcel's sudden words got me out of my thoughts.
"Questions? About what?" I asked and for the first time since I came into the room he turned around to face me.
Gosh! My legs suddenly felt so weak and wobbly and I feared I was going to fall so I quickly supported my weight by placing my hand on the wall.
His chest and packs are so breathtaking that I have this strong urge to touch and even bite them. This can't be normal.
Marcel stared at me intensely almost like he was reading my mind and I became so nervous I felt some discomfort inside my tummy and my heart tightened up a bit.. .
"What did you see in the van that night?" He suddenly asked.
"I saw Death," I replied and I don't even know why I said that but his expression hardened a bit like he was disappointed by my reply.
"Indeed," he muttered.
"But then you saved me from him," I said and his expression softened.
"Was that all you saw?" He asked and I shook my head trying my best not to gawk at his beautiful body.
"There are some things that happened that night that I couldn't really comprehend. Things that I saw that are definitely not normal and I don't understand how they were possible even up till now. Yes I do have questions, lot's of questions but I am not ready to ask them yet. For now I am just happy with the fact that I am alive," I said and I could see something that resembled a smile glance by his lips.
"Very well then," he said, then turned around to resume his painting and I felt a bit relaxed.
His back view is beautiful but his front view is sinfully beautiful. I really need to stay away from it unless it will make me do things I don't want to do…
"I do have a question though, about the painting," I said and he paused.
"What about it?" He asked.
"Isn't this the sweet old lady from the Art Exhibition in Rome?"
"You are correct," he replied.
"Sorry, but if I may ask. Why are you making a painting of her?" I asked.
"Because she is dead," he replied and I was shocked.
"What? How did she die? What killed her?" I asked.
"Death," he simply replied and I didn't bother asking him how he knew about her death as something told me I wouldn't like his response.
After a few seconds of silence.
"Do you believe in angels and demons?" He asked and the question seemed weird.
"I don't know. Maybe. Do you?" I redirected the question back to him.
"It doesn't matter what I believe. What I want to know is what you believe," he said, bringing the question back to me.
I guess there is no avoiding this strange question.
"Well I do believe in good and bad so I guess there might be an external force or energy that influences this. Hence, Angels and Demons," I said.
"So is an Angel all good while a Demon is all bad? Or can there exist a degree of badness inside an angel and vice versa for a demon? What do you think?" He turned and asked and his questions were making me have to think really hard.
"I guess. I don't really know but if something is the definition of good is it possible for it to exhibit evil? And if something is the definition of evil can it also show goodness? Honestly I haven't thought about it but I do know evil men who shower the ones they love with all the goodness of this world and good men who have done evil things to protect the ones they love. So I guess both good and evil are necessary sometimes," I said even though I don't fully understand what I was saying but it does make sense to some certain level.
Marcel just stared at me and in that brief time my mind had imagined lots of naughty things even without my consent. Like why is my body system misbehaving just by his stares??
"My throat is a bit dry. Be so kind as to fetch me a glass of water," he said and I nodded and honestly I was glad to leave so as to compose myself...
"Get your shit together girl," I prepped myself as I fetched him a glass of water from the sink.
Getting back I tried my best not to misbehave or have any improper thoughts as I handed him a glass of water I fetched for him but then he delayed in drinking it.
Is he suspecting that I might have added a substance to the water to drug him? I guess I now have a reputation of drugging food so it's logical for him to think I can drug his water too but I felt hurt he would think such of me.
"I can promise you the water is pure. I can sip from it if you don't trust me.." I was saying when he suddenly started drinking the water.
He drank the water to the very last drop and then handed the cup to me and I smiled a little.
"Water tastes better when it is allowed to settle down," he said, more like he was educating me.
"Oh. I thought you were worried I drugged your water or something," I said with an embarrassed smile.
"I would know if you did," he said and he sounded so sure.
"O..kay. But how?" I asked.
"Just like I know you can't get your eyes off my body," he said and my whole body just vibrated as a result of that
Fuck!