Chapter 8 👁️My Android knows the future 👁️

The next morning, Damian Gregory woke up with a terrible headache. It had been long he had a hangover. He knew the drinks had the party were spiked, but he had continued taking them anyway despite knowing his alcohol tolerance was low. He needed to get himself something hot. He stirred himself away from the warmth of the cozy woman beside him. The pretty lady sleeping beside him moaned in protest as he left the bed. The duvet from his side of the bed was left open, and he quickly pushed them to her, not interested in waking her up. It had been a terrible idea sleeping here.

It was still the early hours of the morning, but he needed to have a clear head. He had an early appointment to keep and should be headed home now.

As he got down from the bed, he gently went to retrieve his clothes on the floor. He was swiftly dressed and ready to leave. Checking the time, he rubbed his pounding head. By now, Judith should have calmed down considerably, and he could have the room to herself. Still, to ensure he wasn't walking into a trap, he texted his head security detail, Shawn, to know how things were going in his loft. The man replied almost immediately. He read out the text quietly to himself.

"She's still in bed".

As he exited the room and went to her living room where his shoes were, he deliberated on just having a quick shower here and go to work from this place. But it was pointless. All he had done all day yesterday was having brief showers. His tub probably missed him already too. He saw the shoe under the table and retrieved it. Turning back into the room where Ainsley was still sleeping to check none of his belongings was lying around, he stared at the woman who had grazed his bed last night. Instead, the woman whose bed he had grazed. She slept peacefully. His smile was etched deeply in knowing he had worn her out. So did she. She was one passionate woman who gave as much as she demanded in bed. She knew her way around her own body, knew the power she held over any man and wasn't shy in bed. He loved a woman like that.

Which was why he was so surprised that they'd spent all these years avoiding each other when their bodies were a perfect fit in the bed. It was like they were made for each other. But he could guess why they were a terrible match outside the bedroom. Ainsley didn't do men like him. He'll bet she hated his very existence. It wasn't his fault that ladies wanted him. He smiled. They were always around him in the tabloids, magazines. He changed his women all the time. And from what he knew about Ainsley too, she was one hell of a hot lady whom men fought over in the papers. He sighed heavily, turning away from her. He should go home. He closed the door quietly and left for his home.

"Morning" he replied his driver, who greeted him as he stepped into the Jeep, and he drove them off to his home in the remote side of the county. It didn't take long to get home. The roads were deserted as people were still in their beds.

He quietly opened his door with his key card and walked into his big penthouse. He stared at the mess Judith did. There were most of his things on the floor: his tuxedo, jeans, shirts, even broken glasses. A broken piece of their picture in a frame that she had gotten him two weeks ago. Shaking his head, he shrugged and dropped it casually. He ignored every other thing and walked in. He'll have the cleaning lady pick them all after him later today. His android greeted him.

WELCOME HOME, DAMIAN. SLEPT FINE?

His android was a device inserted in the corner of his living room with a feminine voice. He called her, Softie. He had been gifted by a technological company that wanted his face as their brand ambassador. At first, he didn't fancy the device; he just went along with their ad and collected the gift. It was Shawn who had installed it, telling him the machine was great.

"You can ask it for weather updates, and it predicts your feelings too." said Shawn while fixing the android to his wall.

Damian had laughed unabashed, "You're joking, right?"

"No, boss" Shawn replied seriously. "It really does that. I got one myself. Jason loves it"

Jason was his five-year-old son. Of course, he'd love it. The android was a toy. Looking offended, he said to Shawn, "If Jason loves it, then it's a toy. Remove it"

"I don't mean it that way. What I'm trying to say is it communicates. Like you can actually speak with this thing. My wife and kid have at kit all the time. Most time, they even forget to talk to him"

He looked sad by that, and Damian laughed, "Still, I don't need it."

"Oh, but you do" Shawn teased with a stone face. He was done installing it. He got down and controlled the device, "Watch" he said. The android was on, and he said, "Hi."

Immediately the android replied with, HELLO, HOW MAY I HELP YOU?

"How is the day going to be today?" Shawn asked

YOU WILL BE HAPPY TODAY said the android

Shawn smiled happily while his boss looked exasperated. "It predicts the future" bickered Shawn happily, "I'll be happy today" he smiled at his boss

"You don't say." Damian mocked.

"What's my boss' day going to be like?" Shawn asked the android

HE WILL MEET A PRETTY LADY TODAY

"Wow, how accurate. He always meets a pretty lady, though." Shawn mocked, grinning from ear to ear.

Damian found the last information interesting and had pushed Shawn out since he wouldn't stop laughing like a fool.

Every morning, out of curiosity, Damian found himself always turning to the android to ask one silly question or the other. The android, of course, would remark with a silly answer. One day, he came home tired. He slumped in the chair and murmured that he would crash soon if he didn't slow down. He touched his forehead to check if he was running a temperature, but he was just okay. He breathed heavily and yawned.

Suddenly, his android replied, YOU'LL BE FINE

He had forgotten about it. Smiling, he replied to his android. "Thanks, but what makes you so sure?" He expected nothing but a funny reply.

BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS COME HOME EXHAUSTED AND Still get up to work. You NEVER GIVE UP.

The reply had touched him. Ever since, he started to grow on the technology and even named it, Softie. But he was the one who grew soft on the device.

Today as he walked in to be greeted by Softie, Damian smiled and asked her to play him a piece of slow music only in the bathroom. He applied the soap in the water and some oils and waited for everything to steam together. While on that, he went through the bathroom to the kitchen to get himself a cup of hot tea. He took out the tea bag and dropped two in the electric kettle, added water and turned it on. He leaned on the wall while it brewed. His phone vibrated in his trouser pocket, and he brought it out to check. He had several messages, and reading them was a hassle. He would have his secretary read them later or do it when he had spare time.

The hissing sound from the kettle made him drop the phone back in his pocket. He poured the tea into a cup, added milk and stirred with a spoon. He drank it in a single gulp and washed the cup. He went back into the bathroom and smiled at the changed water. It was brown now, indicating the oils had seeped in well. He undressed and put the clothes in the laundry machine. The lady yesterday had got him those. Jessica. He made a mental note to send her some cash for all her trouble.

Yesterday had been weird. The woman looked hurt that he went home with Ainsley. But that was no fault of his. What was he to do when her boyfriend was there to take her home? Moreover, she was just a casual fling, just like he had been to her. That's what he sure looked from his end of the stick. Women with boyfriends do strings now and then. She had her man, and he had his women. Still, they had a rush of hormones, and that was it. He didn't understand why she should be hurt. Still, she deserved to be paid for those clothes.