Chapter 4 What's next

CHAPTER 4

I woke up feeling nauseous. I had the urge to vomit, so I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. I thought it was just a result of being tipsy. The gurgling sound in my stomach was indescribable.

As I stepped out, I could see the sun shining brightly. The sunlight penetrated through the glass window as the curtains were rolled to the side of the wall.

I rubbed my temples to ease the pain. I wanted to drink a steaming hot cup of coffee to relieve myself.

Damn! Tequila really affects me differently, especially since it's been months since I last drank. I guess I'm out of practice when it comes to alcohol.

The whole house was quiet. I didn't see Miguel when I woke up, and I assumed he had left early. I shouldn't even ask where he went. He always leaves early and comes home late at night, drunk and wild.

I entered the kitchen, only to be horrified! There was a stunning monster chopping onions at the sink. He had a bare chest covered with only an apron, and underneath, he wore boxer shorts. His hair was devilishly messy, and I could see his veins protruding as he firmly held the knife.

What a morning, Cleopatra! I was shocked to see that he was still here. More than that, I was terrified because it had been years since I saw him cook in our kitchen.

"Good morning," he said, turning his gaze towards me. The monster was smiling at me! For heaven's sake, I swear I could hear my heart roaring with tremendous delight.

I could feel my face turning red, even though I couldn't see myself.

"Good morning," I murmured.

I wasn't sure if he heard me, but he slowly let go of the knife, approached me, and raised his hand before kissing my forehead.

"You still smell like alcohol, baby," he said, nuzzling against me before returning to what he was doing, while I stood there, wide-eyed and in disbelief.

I'm not dreaming, am I? I'm not hallucinating... I'm not that drunk to see this happening right now. I can't be going crazy, right?

"Why are you still standing there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I immediately felt weak in the knees and hastily pulled out a chair. "Sit down there, and I'll make you a cup of coffee for your headache."

He forcefully opened the cupboard, rummaged through it, and quickly prepared a cup of coffee. I watched him bewilderedly. I guess I must be hallucinating or the tequila hasn't worn off yet because Miguel would never do what he's doing now.

I was taken aback when I saw him approaching me, carrying a steaming mug of coffee. He gently held the side of the mug, careful not to spill it. I could see the steam rising from it. I didn't know I could fall in love with this captivating monster that stood before me.

"Here you go, a cup of hot coffee and aspirin for your aching head caused by your drunkenness last night," he said.

He placed the mug down, pulled out a chair for himself, and stared at me intently. I lowered my head, feeling embarrassed. I was afraid to see his disapproving expression.

"Why aren't you saying a single word, Cleopatra?"

His words were stern, and they made me raise my gaze back to him. He sighed heavily and shook his head. "No, I'm real. We're real."

Even though it was true, I couldn't help but doubt it. He reached out and gently touched my cheeks with his blue eyes peering into mine. Here I go again, getting lost in his gaze. I'm always enchanted by his eyes.

"U-uhm..." I struggled to swallow my own saliva due to a mix of nervousness and fear in his presence. "What about you? Do you want me to make you a cup of coffee?"

I whispered, but it was enough for him to hear. I could see his eyes wanted to protest, but he ended up growling in annoyance instead.

"No," he abruptly said, standing up from his chair. "I'm done cooking breakfast. Do you want to eat now?"

He turned away from me and went to the sink. I followed his gaze and saw him walking gracefully. I never knew monsters could be so appealing. His hips swayed as he walked, and his well-built body exuded danger. But if danger means being taken care of by a monster, then I'm willing to fall into hell.

He served the food on the table. If this is a dream, I wish I never wake up. If I'm hallucinating, then I must admit that I'm enjoying this chaos.

"Eat already. I made your favorite menudo and the usual breakfast," he said.

I couldn't take my eyes off him as he busily placed the food on my plate. He was sweating, and he wiped his forehead with his free hand. Goodness gracious, he looked sexy as hell.

"M-Miguel... I'm not hallucinating, right?"

I weakly asked him, causing my tears to fall slowly as his words pierced my heart.

"Why are you doing this?"

I chuckled softly, even though tears were streaming down my face. If he feels guilty about what happened last night when I caught him with someone else, he shouldn't. I'm a masochist, so no matter how much he hurts me, I will still choose to be enchanted by his monster.

"No matter what you do, Miguel, I will always come back to you," I whispered through my tears. "I can't escape from you as long as the sky is blue and the ocean reminds me of your eyes, I will drown in your spell."

He gently brushed away the tears from my cheeks. "I'm doing this because I miss you," he said, smiling before passionately kissing me.

I parted my lips and welcomed his passionate kiss. It quickly turned into a fierce embrace as his hands roamed all over my body.

"I love you, Cleopatra," he whispered amidst our intoxicating kisses.

We were breathless as we finally released our lips. He looked at me intensely, delicately touching my lips as if they were something intricate. I felt myself getting dizzy again, not because of the alcohol but because of his kisses. I realized that I didn't need tequila to get drunk; just one torrid kiss from the monster and I was fully intoxicated.

"We should eat, or else I might end up eating something else," he commented, making me blush with embarrassment.

Not a single word was spoken between us after that. I was still flustered by what had just happened. For heaven's sake, I was already so drunk this early in the morning.

I insisted on washing the dishes after breakfast, but he said he would do it because he wanted to.

"Go, take a bath. I'll drive you to the office today," he ordered, but I stared at him with a frown.

"What now, Cleopatra? Do you want me to bathe you too?" he teasingly asked, raising an eyebrow. I gasped in embarrassment.

What the hell, Caprice! Are you being coquettish?

"Why are you still standing there? You really want me," he whispered, amusement evident in his baritone voice.

I quickly ran upstairs, blushing furiously, while I could hear his hearty laughter from below.

My heart... my heart was pounding violently, as was my breath. If today were my last day on Earth, I would pray to the heavens to give me another chance to be with this monster. I knew El Dorado wouldn't accept me, but I would willingly fall into the gates of hell for him.

Excitedly, I emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a towel, only to find the monster staring at me. He sighed heavily, closed his eyes, as if I frustrated him.

"Please, Clea... get dressed, stop torturing me, babe," he pleaded, massaging his temples.

I hesitated, feeling awkward, and then rushed into the bathroom. I followed his gaze, and before he disappeared from sight, I saw him wink, leaving me in awe.

I dressed in my office attire once again. I knew I was already very late, but if being late meant being with the monster, I wouldn't mind skipping work for the whole day. I would rather stay here with him. We could start a family...

You're such a fool, Cleopatra!

"Are you done, baby?" he asked as he entered the bathroom after me.

The towel wrapped around his waist did nothing to detract from his magnificent physique. He embraced me from behind as we made eye contact in the mirror.

"I'm almost done... Your hands, Miguel!" I gave him a stern look through the mirror and playfully hit him because his hands were wandering all over the place!

Even though I enjoyed it, I knew I shouldn't give in to my carnal desires. The monster laughed seductively, so I pinched his abdomen, making him flinch in pain.

"I'll go downstairs and wait for you in the living room, Miguel," I said.

I busied myself by gathering my things and putting them in my bag. I didn't look at him again. He was still occupied with choosing his clothes. I could hear him grunting, and I took that as my cue to leave.

I tapped my fingers on the sofa, feeling bored. I had been waiting for Miguel for quite some time, but he still hadn't come out. It had been ten minutes, and I wasn't good at waiting for people, literally or figuratively. Especially when I had waited for years for the love of the demon who was now descending the stairs.

He descended slowly, wearing a white t-shirt and ripped jeans, with the car keys in his left hand and his phone in the pocket of his jeans. He walked like a king, and I was his hostess, willing to do anything for her emperor.

"Sorry, I just had to make a few calls before stepping out," he explained.

I nodded, understanding his situation, and confidently walked into the office, with all my employees staring and murmuring something amongst themselves when they saw Miguel helping me out of the car.

"I'll come inside with you. I have a file to take," he said, smiling sheepishly.

I nodded, and together we walked past my employees, who couldn't help but gaze at us in astonishment. Miguel greeted them all, and their warm smiles made my heart leap with joy as he intertwined our hands while we entered the elevator.