Come to Me
Chapters 10

It was midnight when Anna and I got home.

The high-speed action adventure film with Vin Diesel as the main character is really what I need to avoid reality for a few hours. After that I shop together can, I, Puput Nadia, buy new shoes? That's my bad nature.

"The red louboutin you chose is well worth your purchase" Anna and I pulled the bags out of my Lexus trunk.

"I knew. L like it. I don't know when I'll wear it, and I can't refuse to buy it." I grabbed a shoe bag and we walked to the front door.

We stopped abruptly when we saw what was waiting for us at the door. Dozens of bouquets of roses, in different shapes, sizes and colors, cover the veranda, stairs, every possible surface. It smells so good. There might be about fifty dozen roses here.

"Oh, Put." Anna's eyes widened, and her face became soft, seeing all of this.

I can't do anything but do the same with him.

"Wow." That's all I can say, and I'm just so relieved. Maybe it's not over yet?

We walked up the stairs, being careful not to step on anything, and I saw an envelope stuck on the door with my name written on it.

"It!" Anna pulled it and handed it to me. Too dark to read it well, we went inside and put our bags down. Anna began to hold the bouquets in.

"Where should I put all this?"

"Pulse...I don't know. Just put it anywhere."

Anna smiled very widely. "He should get compliments for this."

"Yeah." I felt my big smile and looked towards the envelope and opened it slowly.

'Dear Escape, these are roses for every time I think of you today. I hope you'll talk to me and let me explain why I didn't tell you who I am, and I'm so sorry that you had to find out from your friend. I have a lot to explain to you, and I hope you give me a chance to explain it to you.

Please call me later if you're ready to talk.

Yours, Jis.'

Oh, yeah, she's so sweet. I put the note in my pocket and helped Anna bring all the flowers inside, putting them in every corner of the house. It looked like there was going to be a funeral or a wedding in my living room, and it made me laugh.

"See?" Anna grinned. "I told you he's crazy about you."

"Or just crazy" I replied with a laugh.

"You'd better call him and thank him."

"Yes, Madam." I rolled my eyes at him.

We locked the door after the last bouquet was brought in. "Here, grab some for your room."

"No need to tell me twice!" Anna slipped a bouquet in each hand and walked up with her groceries.

I snatched my phone, which was dead all day, my new shoes and a beautiful array of long-stemmed red roses with pearls tucked in its petals and went to my room. I kicked my slippers, set the vase beside the bed, put the new shoes in her new home in the closet.

Returning to the flowers, I was happy to see her and buried my nose in her fragrant and tender petals. I realized there was another note, tucked into a trunk and pulling it, sitting on the bed as I started reading it.

'It reminds me of your beautiful long legs and your delicious red lips. And someday, I'll be happy to see you don't wear clothes, just wear pearls.'

Oh my. Is this what it feels like to get romantic treatment? I never know, but I think I like it. And this did happen to me, that he always treated me romantically, had dinner at his house, hugged on his porch while enjoying the sunset, had our wonderful lunch picnic yesterday. He was right when he said he was gonna fuck me last night. Sex has never been this intimate for me. But he lied, even if it was negligence, and that was my principle.

I decided to give him a chance to explain. I'll go to his house tomorrow and listen to him. I had missed him, his touch, his smile, his bitter laughter, the feeling when his soft black hair was on my finger. I desperately wanted something good to happen to this man, and that was probably what scared me the most, it even exceeds her celebrity status and the fact that she may have skinny glamorous women on the planet.

If this goes too far, he might hurt me. But the thought of not meeting her again made my chest hurt.

I took my phone and Jis's letter out of my pocket. I turned on the phone and couldn't wait for it to turn on.

Three missed calls, two voicemails, and two text messages.

None of them came from Jis.

Two voice messages from clients, I saved them and reminded myself to call them, tomorrow morning.

I swiped down my screen, searched for Jis' name and pressed the 'Call' button'.

He answered on the first ring.

"Hi." The answer, gently.

"Hi." Whisper, close my eyes when I hear his voice.

"Thank you for the beautiful flowers."

"You like it?" I heard his smile.

"They are amazing. And very pretty." I'm laughing a little.

"I've been thinking about you all day."

"It looks so."

"Put, I'm sorry…,"

"No, Jis," I cut her words, the pain in her voice was the source of my destruction. "I'm sorry too. I might be overdoing it."

"No, I get it. I should have said something yesterday."

"Yeah, it should." My fists. "I don't want to talk about this over the phone. You busy tomorrow morning?"

"You want to see me tomorrow?" I heard the enthusiasm in his voice and made me melt.

"Well, I was thinking that maybe I should go to your house and we could talk."

"Yes. Come now."

I laughed and moved to the side of the bed, feeling my stomach start to feel calm for the first time since this morning.

"I'm tired and feel like I can't get up for a long conversation tonight."

"What are you doing today?" tanyakanya.

"Anna and I went shopping."

Should I say about watching a movie?

"What did you buy?" God, I love the sexy voice.

"Shoes."

"Do you like shoes?"

"I'm female. I can be sure, I'll love shoes."

"What do the new shoes look like?"

"Red stilettos, Louboutins." I grimaced when I imagined my sex shoes.

He whistled. "Wow."

"Yes, wow." I laugh.

Suddenly the atmosphere became quiet and I thought my call had been cut off.

"Just?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I just imagined you're not dressed, but just wearing those shoes and a pearl necklace."

"Wow" I whispered.

"Yes, wow." His voice was low, I heard his grin and I wanted to touch him.

"What else are you doing today?" he asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"Well, pretty shady, we go to the movies."

I heard he was surprised."I don't think you like watching movies very much."

"Indeed, but I had a hard morning and I wanted to forget it for a moment, we ate a lot of popcorn and soda, and Vin Diesel's bare chest."

"Is that good?"

"Vin Diesel's naked chest is always good." Arrogant reply.

"You hurt me, Put."

"Jis' naked chest is better" I whispered.

"That's better," he replied with a whisper as well.

"You likey? Why?"

"That's hot."

"really?"

"It's very hot." Oh, I love the temptation we're doing.

"I'll remember it."

Suddenly I was hoping I would accept his offer to go to his house now, so before I could make a mess of myself, I ended his call.

"Tomorrow at nine in the morning?" my many.

"I'll make breakfast and wait" he murmured.

"Good night."

"Good night, beautiful" she whispered.

I woke up to the continuous sound of the doorbell. I glanced at the clock. Who rang the bell at 7:30 in the morning like this? I fumbled around looking for yoga pants and jerseys, then grumbled and took pains downstairs.

On my doorstep was a blonde girl, about sixteen years old, holding a Starbucks cup and a sprig of red roses.

"You're Fogged?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes." Yeah."

"This is for you." He seemed very excited when he handed the two things to me.

"Uh, thank you." I took the thing from him, pushed the rose up my nose.

"There's a letter too." He handed it to me, and clapped his hand. "This is the most romantic thing I've ever seen in my life!"

I laughed at her excitement and opened my door wider so she could see dozens of bouquets of roses in the living room.

Her eyes were about to come out of her pretty little head.

"Damn! Waw. You're very lucky. Hye!" he waved his hand and left.

I sipped his coffee – Oh my God, it's delicious. How could he know that white mocha is my favorite? – and open the letter.

'Good morning, Beautiful. A little gift to start your day. I can't wait to see you. Jis'

Oh my god, she's so sweet. Anna came down the stairs and yawned.

"Who's coming?"

"Did Starbucks deliver?" my many.

"Uh, I hope." He saw my coffee and my roses.

"A girl delivered it."

"Geez, this is starting to make me nauseous." Anna walked into the kitchen and I laughed, following her.

"I'll see him this morning."

"good. I don't need the details." He made his own coffee. "wait. You're gonna have sex. Yeah, I need details. And the photos."

I grimaced and buried my nose in the rose again. "I'm not going to sleep with him. We'll just talk."

"true."

"Yes." Yeah."

"Okay. Tell me later how it goes." He started to set up the coffee maker, then smiled at me. "I'm glad you gave it a chance."

"Just because he's Jis Khalifa?"

"No, because he's a nice guy who ends up treating you the way you deserve."

"What did I do to myself?"

"Something's fun." He shrugged his shoulders. "Stop thinking about it too much and just enjoy it."

"Okay. I'm gonna take a shower and go to his house for breakfast."

"Be careful." He said after I left.

"Always." My answer.

I stood at the door of Jis' house and stopped before pressing the bell. Am I dressing up too much? I glanced down at my yellow summer dress and my striped black sandals. Summer is running ferociously, and today will be a warm day. Maybe I should have worn a shirt.

Maybe I should stop procrastinating and start hitting the bell.

A few seconds later Jis opened the door and before I could say a single word she hugged me and kissed me with a need I had never felt before. She runs one hand down my back, pulling me to her. His other hand held the side of my head while his mouth moved deftly over my lips, turning back and forth, his tongue pushing into my mouth, dancing and moving along with my tongue.

Oh my God, I miss him! It's only been twenty hours, but it feels like I haven't seen him all day. I run my hand on her back, under her shirt, feeling her soft skin and moaning in her mouth. She slowed down her kiss, gently touching my lips with hers, and when I opened my eyes, her forehead leaned against my forehead.

"Did you always open the door like this?" my whiskey.

"Oh my God, Put, I'm so afraid I can't see you anymore." Her hoarse voice sounded agonizing, and I carried her face with my hands, begging her to look me in the eye.

"I'm here."

"Thank God." He backed off and I let my eyes observe him. Her body looks amazing with a white buttoned shirt, sleeves rolled up to elbows, and jeans. He's barefoot. Her hair was messy and sexy and my fingers begged to be able to touch her.

"You look amazing. Come in, consider it your own home."

The smell from the kitchen was smelled, and my stomach growled. "You cook?" my question, looking back at him.

"I promised you breakfast."

"You've sent me coffee, which is so delicious and unexpected. Thank you." Thank you." I leaned back and kissed her.

"Together." She smiles. "I hope you like French toast, bacon, fruit and coffee."

"perfect."

"I've arranged it outside."

I followed him out onto the awesome terrace and he hinted for me to walk in front of him. Was I here a few days ago? It felt like a long time ago, a lot has happened since that day.

The table was covered with a white tablecloth. The food was already on the plate, under the silver round cover. There was coffee and juice, but what caught my eye was a red rose. Three dozen red roses are in three separate bouquets placed at each foot of the table.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I felt Jis' hand on my shoulder from behind. I felt guilty to him especially after I had put out my evil words to him.

I turned around and saw her, her beautiful black eyes. "Thank you very much."

"By pleasure, dear. I told you in the car, we have a lot of things to do. Get used to it."

I don't know what I'm supposed to say. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me on the forehead.

"Come, we'll eat. I'm starving."

We sat in the same chair we had sat in the night before. He opened our plate and I smelled a delicious scent on his dish.

"The smell is amazing." I poured warm syrup on my French toast and bit the bacon. "Mmmm.bacon."

He laughed and bit his bacon. "I love watching you eat."

"Why?" I asked with my mouth full of delicious and tender toast.

"Because you're very honest with that. Like everything you do, I guess. I like it that you enjoy food."

"Very clear. Did you see the size of my ass?"

Her eyes were fiery as she looked at me behind her coffee mug. "Don't ever lower yourself like that again, Put."

God fucking. I cringed and looked at my plate.

"I don't know how many times I've told you or shown you how beautiful you are to me, to put it in your mind."

"Jis..," he grabbed my chin with his long finger, raised my head to look me in the eye.

"Look at me. There's nothing you need to worry about your body. Eat whatever you want. I love watching you eat. I'd love to exercise with you, just because I love watching you move. Your curves are beautiful, and I can't wait to touch them again."

"Okay."

What else am I supposed to say?