Maya's POV
Should I Call Him?
The road was short, and I just couldn't stop thinking about what the hell had happened a few minutes ago—the craziest situation. Yes, that was it. We soon arrived at his apartment. He parked his vehicle, and we went up to the 13th floor. We didn't talk much; he seemed tired, and I seemed quite dismayed.
"You already know which room is yours. I'm going to sleep. Those drinks seemed to have..." He yawned. "Sleeping pills..." he said brokenly while he smiled. He walked into his room and collapsed on his bed. I smiled; that crazy guy seemed to have drunk too much. I walked toward the other room, undressed, put on a long flannel shirt from my friend, and went to bed, covering myself with the sheets. It was cold. I wondered if I should take the phone and dial that number or not. However, sleep overcame me.
I checked through my friend's things to see if I could find a toy to play with me, but that dude had none. My mind was invaded by thoughts of the brothers making love with me all at the same time. With the oldest eating my pussy where his eyes were, while the younger one sucked my nipples. In the absence of a sex toy, I resolved to touch myself till I eventually fell asleep.
The next morning, I opened my eyes and automatically searched for my cell phone. I couldn't find it anywhere, and my brain still didn't think. I sat there for a few seconds and then thought about it. "Idiot... Your cell phone is still in your bag," I told myself, remembering that I hadn't checked it since early last night. And then I remembered everything that had happened.
"It must have been because of the drinks," I said to myself, getting up instantly. Checking my bag, I picked up my cell phone—20 missed calls, 104 WhatsApp messages, and 13 texts. "What the hell?" I asked myself. When I looked away, I saw the famous business card there, daring me to call the number written on it.
So I didn't think about it anymore. Without checking everything on my phone, I dialed the impressive telephone number and called. It began to ring, and my heart increased its pace. I hesitated, damn, I hesitated a lot. I had the impulse to hang up, but no, I stayed while it rang and rang.
"Hello?" That voice... That voice! Fuck, it couldn't be. My hands began to sweat non-stop, and the colors rose to my cheeks. My breath accelerated, and then I deigned to pronounce the unpronounceable.
"Itachi?" I said with doubt, fearing to hear the answer.
"S...Who's talking?" he said in a calm tone, and I had to sit on the bed. I couldn't say more; I chickened out and just hung up.
"What the hell is happening to me?" I said to myself, looking at the cell phone as if it were a weirdo. Instantly, a call came to my cell phone, and I recognized the number—it was him! I slid my finger across the screen, and I had no choice but to answer.
"Hello?" I finally said but after a few stutters. I felt stupid for speaking like a stutterer.
"Excuse me, I have a call registered from this number. Is there something you need?" were his formal words, and I was speechless again. What was I supposed to tell him? I was quiet for almost sixty seconds until the very loud silence was broken by him again. "Hello madam, who am I on to?" He asked again.
I finally braced up some courage and said. "Hello, I'm the girl whose breast you hit last night at the club," I said still stuttering like some fool.
His response was somehow annoying, and wasn't what I expected; "Once again I apologize..." He said matter-of-factly, and I was collapsing. I couldn't contain my impulses and character because I felt mocked.
Now my usual self came back, I do not know where she had been hiding all this while. "Who are you, and why the hell is your name like a damn anime character? Are you kidding me? Because it seems to me in very bad taste," I told him, irritated. Actually, that was not what I would have said if I was in my right state of mind, but at that moment, it was all I could think of.
"Oh." He spoke extensively and said very quietly, I think he took the phone off his mouth when he said; "This is serious".
"'Oh', is all you are going to say?" I asked him and I heard him let out a quiet laugh again, and now I got even more irritated.
"Apparently, you don't know," he told me with his usual patience, he had this habit of dragging words with those evil pussy wetting voices of his, and I had no patience for that.
"I don't know what?" I asked with a hostile tone.
"We would meet this afternoon? I would love to continue talking to you. However, I have work to do this morning," the very daring man told me.
"What makes you think I am going out with a stranger whose name is from an anime?" I told him with my natural tone of sarcasm. This man just bluntly concluded that he was seeing me this afternoon without seeking permission.
"Don't worry sexy, you want to go out with me." He said he was very sure of himself. "And you didn't notice anything else? Just my name? Didn't you see something else? My physical appearance, for example," he told me, quite ironically. And what the hell! He was also physically identical to that fictional character that made my imagination fly. This did not make the slightest sense.
"Well..." I stuttered again and hated myself for those milliseconds.
"Don't worry honey, you have nothing to lose. Can I come to pick you up?" the daring man asked, and I felt suffocated. I couldn't say no to such an offer, and I couldn't say yes, I'll appear cheap, even cheaper than I've ever been.
"Haha! Hell no anime man... See you at 4 PM at Elegance Coffee," I said, still hesitating. But curiosity began to eat away at my brain.
"Excellent choice. See you in a few hours. And by the way, it has been a pleasure to hear from you again, miss." He hung up. I had a blood pressure drop, a sugar drop, and an extreme rise in hormones.
I wished the hours would fly, but it was barely noon.