Chapter 5 You don't

When I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel round my body, he was no where in sight and I thanked the stars for that. I hurriedly dried my hair, creamed myself and threw on a black spaghetti strap dress without any undies. I made a mental note to buy a few when I go out then I heard a phone ding at the bedside table. I moved to pick it up and read a text that says he got me a couple underwears and indicated where to take them from whilst a tag at the latter end of the text that read "From Scott". A tiny thrill of embarrassment that I immediately cursed, enveloped me.

I went to where he'd indicated to take them from and confirmed it was there but how did he..? Is he watching me from wherever he is through a freaking CCTV? My eyes darted to all corners of the room and discovered nothing as such.

I decided not to bother my head and then I slipped into an underwear. If anything, I felt seen.. too seen. Another ding came from the phone and I checked its notification. It says, 'and you can keep the phone, it's yours' I scoffed as an alien smile crept up my lips. He's really something. I tried to shake off the feeling when I heard few knocks on the door. Wait, he can't be knocking on the room he owns or is he capable of such craziness? I heard those knocks again and I made my way to the door. When I opened it, a young man who seem to be in his early thirties smiled and gave out a slight bow.

"Good afternoon Mrs Vatzah," he greeted and that made me almost choke on my saliva. Mrs..? Vatzah?

"Mr Vatzah.. your husband, ordered lunch be brought to you," he spoke with enthusiasm, one in which threw me off balance. I let him roll in the trolley as he professionally set up a table for lunch for me. I was still at the door dumbfoundedly watching him, and when he was done, he approached me, gave out a bow and walked past me and out the door.

By the time I recollected myself, "I'm not his..." But he was already long gone. I'm not his wife. How could I be? Then I pushed the door close and approached an exquisite lunch package. This is too much and too expensive and obviously something that wouldn't dent even for a bit Scott's figures. The dude owns everything and he obviously could own anything if he decides.

I was hungry so I helped myself as against my initial conclusion that I won't and can't bring myself to accept such luxury. I didn't realize I was that famished. I felt a tinge of sadness with the remnants staring at me in the face. I don't want it to go to waste but I was full, so full my stomach hurt for stuffing myself and trying not to feel so bad at the wastage. I covered it up and robbed my stomach. The last time I stuffed myself this much was when I accompanied Abel to a book lunch a couple of years ago.

He had left me to myself and had scurried off to somewhere else with his friends. Boredom made me stuff my face with so much food whilst I waited for him to return to me. The sick bastard never showed his face again and I was abandoned to fend for myself, including trying countless times that almost turned into an hour to hail for myself a cab to go home. He's a psycho, a psycho I fell for.

Soon, I laid down on the bed and hugged myself trying to feel less of those hurrifying emotions. Then for some reason, I thought about what Scott had said a while ago; I shouldn't have to torture myself with the past and that made me start daring to want something better for myself and that feels.. I drifted to sleep.

When I woke up, it was dark out. How long did I sleep? I checked the time and discovered it was almost 7pm. I had slept for hours..

I looked around in search of Scott but he's no where in sight. He didn't come back? I blinked severally and sat up on the bed as the door flicked open and in came Scott in checkered coloured shorts and white striped shirt. He looked simple yet this man managed to cause my heart to race and at an uncontrollable pace. He looked like a sumptuous snack, he looked delicious.

"You're finally up," he spoke. Of course he knows I had slept and for that long.

I nodded not looking at him.

"Do you mind accompanying me to dinner? I'm famished, I had waited for you to wake up so I could ask you and even you need some food in your system." He said proudly. I touched my stomach and I felt empty but with no inclination to eat yet again.

"I'm not hungry." I said

"But you need a bit of food in you to last the night." He countered. I agreed. I'd definitely be hungry later and it's best to take advantage of an opportunity such as this, to prevent that from happening.

I got off from the bed to try on another clothing but he didn't let me.

"Come as you are.." he seemed to scan my body with his eyes as his hands were fixed in his shorts. "You look good."

I looked down at myself and stared back at him. Whatever he approves on. Then I slowly approach his side and looked up at him.

"And you don't look too bad yourself," I said with a cracked smile as a sly smirk appeared on his face.

"Let's go then," he grabbed my hand like before and we left the room.

We walked slowly and side by side at the opposite side of the hallway which we'd arrived from. I diligently stuck to his side and when we got to a diversion and into the dining hall, his hand released from my nervous hold and slipped round my tiny waist. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes and discovered he payed no mind to my reaction. I decided to pay no mind to my own reaction except for the feeling that crept up my heart and clouded my head. I'm not sane anymore because I started brooding on inane thoughts and reckless possibilities.

We got to a table and that was when he let go of me and pulled up a seat for me to sit. How gentlemanly. When we settled, I noticed the sea of eyes on me. Some looked like I was something or a creature from hell who'd come to steal away the multi-billionaire and most appeared as though the heavens had poured down luck on me. I willed myself to ignore them as Scott signaled a waiter to come on up and present the already packaged dinner.

Unlike him, I ate with lack of enthusiasm and he tried to make small conversations with me. I observed him, he even looked beautiful when eating and then I bit my lip. What kind of a human being am I? I don't feel like the same person who had literarily sang a mantra in the bathroom about not falling in love with another man and I most definitely feel as though I won't be able to keep that promise. These signs.. are all bad signs and it's not like I instantly need a rebound. My head screamed and confirmed Scott to be a rebound but my heart says something else I definitely can't comprehend. This confusion is an obvious sign for me to back up. I can't do that, I'm not ready to deal with another love tale. I won't let myself.

We concluded dinner as he ordered wine be brought to the table. I looked at the bottle, a strange feeling coarsed through me. He smiled as he poured me some.

"You'll love this brand trust me," he said as if I had experimented one before.

I eyed him. "I don't drink." I muttered.

He almost spit out his drink, attracting little attention from some people close by.

"You don't?" He looked surprised if not shocked at my statement and I can't tell why.