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It soon began to dawn on me that the storm was going to last much longer than I thought as it only increased in intensity after the assistant left. I was trapped, alongside this damsel of a princess. I wondered if she felt the tension I felt. I wondered if she too felt unsure of the reason why we had to be here together. By chance, or was it by choice? Neither of us probably knew.
“Hey. Seems we are trapped.”
I could not stop myself from blurting out. I figured she was never going to say anything if I stayed quiet. It was the way of women.
“I can see that.”
Yeah, it was awkward. She probably still detested me because what she wanted to do did not happen. But the tension was there mid-air, and I knew she felt it too.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” I asked without thinking. It must have been the drink. It gave me the confidence and nerve to say anything. Not that I would not have the balls to anyway.
“Excuse me?”
Damn, she was not feeling me. Well, I decided to push further since it was nothing definite yet.
“The tension. I feel the tension in there. A connection, maybe.”
“What? I don’t…” she paused.
“Well?”
“I feel the same too. It’s weird being here in this place; alone with you for that matter.”
I didn’t know how to feel. Why was I so attracted to her? I didn’t get it. She was pretty, alright, but I met several prettier women almost daily. Okay, that may have been too far. But I did meet a lot of pretty women on the regular, but none of them struck me as she did. I reckoned that it was because she approached me, unlike others.
I got up and walked around all the tables and chairs. The room was filled with bright lights that flickered with every second. Sometimes yellow, purple. Then at an instant in time, all the colors would appear and rotate in a colorful merry-go-round before the loop began again. It was fun to watch and more comfortable than having a stare at her pretty face.
“Why didn’t you leave earlier with the others? You’d be home snuggly in your bed right now. You would not have to worry about being in the same room with me since I make you feel uncomfortable.”
I looked her straight in the eye and wished there and then that I had a reply for her. But I didn’t. She was right and had hit the damn hammer on the head, pinpoint. Now I was bereft of replies to give. I sat there, staring at her while she spoke. There was not much else to do.
Chapter Seven
Claire
Icouldfeelmychest heaving. I could not stop it. I hated myself. Why did I like him so much? Why was I talking so much? I had to stop.
“Why did you suddenly go quiet?” Jonah asked. I heard a splash of water outside the door of the bar. The rain fell as heavy as it had done all evening. I wondered if this was the last day of the world, and I’ll be spending it trapped with the love of my life.
“Nothing. So that’s all I have to say about that!”
“Fair enough,” he said and walked over to meet me at the counter. He was so handsome in his black suit and black shoes. He looked ruffled like he had been to several places during the day and I desired to soothe that strong body of his. He deserved a lady's touch. He deserved me.
He poured himself a drink from a bottle near me and smiled at me. He had nice teeth. Arranged perfectly with a sharper tooth sticking from the lower left of his mouth. I imagined what it would feel like to kiss those lips. It had such an alluring look to it that left me craving like a little girl for candy.
“So you have a past?” Jonah asked. He didn’t deserve to ask me a question when he liked. Who was he anyway? But I knew I was going to answer because I was dumb as hell. He was such a dominating figure that I felt bullied without even being touched. I liked it. I can’t lie.
“Yes. I mean everyone has a past, even a 3-month-old baby. I am also the same way. I have a past too.”
“Will you tell me a bit about it? I love the fact that you are very free to talk to me again. The friction that was beginning to come in was not a good look for our relationship.”
He had to be tipsy. What relationship was he talking about? I loved him so much and he turned me down. Where was the relationship? Where was the future for us too? And what friction was he even talking about? There were so many questions I wanted to ask. Perhaps I would be able to chip in the question of his stunning looks in there, somewhere.
“There was no friction, and I’ve been in a few relationships.”
The irony of my statement is. There was, of course, some friction, and most of it was from me.
“I’ve been in a couple of them,” Jonah said downing his second glass. He sometimes smiled too much like a child, and his ability to be so respectfully playful was lovely. I bent down and showed up with another glass. I was also feeling in the mood for some drinks. I had loosened up and had a lot to say. Jonah seemed chatty since he started explaining a lot of his past relationships till he reached the point where his wife left.
