Amelia

So the otherwise infamous Monday got a lighter note today. By the end of the working hours, everyone was working with a kind of infectious enthusiasm. I, on the other hand, tried to immerse myself in work as much as possible so that I wouldn't have to think about a certain someone.

I could indulge in fantasy, relax a little, but the sad truth is that I didn't know how to do that. I didn't like the fact that some newborn feeling dragged me into its lair with its sharp claws. And with every hour that passed, it seemed to me that it was pulling me deeper and deeper into his stone chambers.

I blame my character for that to some extent, but also the circumstances that led to the formation of my character as it is today. Somewhere halfway through my debate on the topic of my life attitude, I asked myself if I really, truly liked any man I was with. 

When I say liked, I mean the feeling of despair to which you are led not so much by his distance and absence, but by his very closeness. When someone awakens insatiability in you, the ability that, even from miles away, the mere thought of him, awakens dormant volcanoes, eruptions, the fucking end of the world in you. That only his voice is a sufficient instrument that will take you to the greatest heights and the deepest bottoms with the same intensity.

The answer is no.

I wonder if someone liked me that way, ever?

Probably, not either.

Then I wondered if just one encounter with a person could have caused this much self-examination?

The answer is obvious.

I turned off my laptop, tidied up my desk and left the office. Gabriel had already called the elevator and was waiting for me in front of it.

"We did it. I told you there was no need to worry.''

He put his arm over my shoulder and squeezed me in approval.

"I don't know how you were so confident that we would succeed. I must admit that even I had my doubts. You on the other hand, were convinced that we would be able to close the deal from the beginning.''

I told him twitching my mouth when the elevator bell rang and the shiny doors opened. Gabriel's facial expression changed in an instant, took on a more serious note with slightly slanted eyebrows, and the next moment a bright white smile shone on his face.

"Let's leave it for now. . . Tell me, are you up for a drink, as we agreed?''

I sighed not really interested.

"Honestly, I'm not for anything right now. I would like just to go home and after a long bath to threw myself into bed. Is that ok with you? But I'm up for a night out if you're up for it? Maybe on Friday?''

At the moment I needed time to compose myself but I was definitely in for some fun. . . just not now.

"I'll call Brooke too."

I said, squirming and punching him in the shoulder wanting to tease him. Brooke was my best friend who worked at a coffee shop near our firm.

"I've noticed you get a little clumsy with words when she's around?"

"Come on Amelia, it was only once."

I burst out laughing.

"Yeaaah, tell that to someone else. You were so lost that instead of ordering espresso, you said sexspresso. God, what a mess.''

I choked with laughter, spilling some tears too, remembering that unpleasant but somewhat sweet situation.

"Please don't remind me. It seems like the amount of dirty thoughts I had about her came out at the worst possible time and situation. I don't think I've recovered from that yet.''

He covered his face with his hands, nodding. He was lucky, just maybe because she likes him too.

''I would ask you not to mention it, like, never again. Never. Ever. Again. But as for going out, I might happen to have a reservation for a new club opening on Friday.''

"Oh my god, you're not talking about Malicious are you?" Brooke and I have been talking about how we would love to go there!''

''Exactly. Bring Brooke and don't worry about anything else.''

As I told Gabriel, I couldn't wait to get home and wash all today's strangeness and happenings off my body. By the time I got to bed, I didn't have the strength to read even a couple of chapters of the book I couldn't wait to finish. I just fell asleep. 

When the alarm shattered my dreams into a million tiny pieces this morning, I felt surprisingly light. They say that some things are better to sleep on. Although I was still under the impression, I felt that I was regaining control over myself.

The day at work was overbooked, lawsuits, client meetings, settlements, the everyday. I didn't even have time to call Brooke, so I left her a message between meetings.

Clubbing on Friday?

After a few minutes, I received a message from her.

Unfortunately, I work the night shift :(

A devilish smile appeared on my face.

"Let me see if you can resist this."

I muttered to myself as I sat back comfortably in my chair, texted her back and started to turn around, smiling, dropping her a bomb.

Malicious.

It wasn't even fifteen seconds before the familiar beeping sound was heard.

Don't fucking kid me! I'll get my colleague to switch shifts. He owns me big time!

Immediately after, another message arrived.

I can't fucking believe it. I won't even ask you how you managed to push us through, everything has been booked for months! I plan to ruin myself with prosecco. I love you!

"Miss Sammers, they are waiting for you in the Meeting Room.''

Olivia poked her ginger head through the door.

"I'm on my way."

Be at 10 sharp outside the entrance to Malicious. I can not wait to see you. I have so much to tell you.

I quickly typed her, took the folders from the table and went to the meeting.

The rest of the day was dragging like poison flowing through my body. Slowly, numbing me and I wanted the agony to end as soon as possible. When I finally finished and went out in front of the building, the evening breeze seemed so awakening and invigorating. Windy slaps carried strands of my hair everywhere, sticking them to my face. I took a deep inhale which began to revitalize me with a much-needed dose of oxygen when something caught my eye.

On the street, a few meters from me was a man on his motorcycle. The bike was matte black with no other details on it. Its simplicity made it incredibly impressive. The biker was also dressed in a black motorcycling suit and wore a completely black helmet with a blacked-out visor. His darkness strangely deviated from the darkness of this night. It was somehow inviting.

Must say, It was a real sight for the eyes. His sculpted body hovered perfectly over the engine, hands ready on the levers for quick take off. There is really something mystical and attractive about the people behind the mask. Imagination gives you a million possibilities of what can be hidden behind, and here lets just say, imagination left infinite spaces and scenarios.

But in the end, that wasn't what caught my attention either, but the fact that his head was turned towards me. And although I couldn't see exactly where he was looking, I had the feeling that his gaze was burning me with its fiery darts.

I tried to fight locks of my hair, which seemed to have a mind of their own twirling my fingers in them.

"Excuse me, can I help you?"

I asked the mysterious knight in black. Not a single reply was heard. He kept looking in my direction, as if he was frozen in time and space.

Slowly, slight feelings of chills and excitement began to mix in me. Fear alternated with excitement and swirled in endless surges. I was glued to the ground and I couldn't move even though I had every intention of doing so. I just don't know in which direction, towards him or away from him?

My trance was interrupted when the next moment, he broke our gaze and with the thunderous, smooth sound of a raging machine, disappeared among hundreds of red and white lights of the city's quadrilaterals.

A breath that I didn't even know I was holding, left my lungs, leaving me confused and feeling like everything I knew up until now was starting to crumble in front of me like a house of cards.