Chapter 38: Chapter 38

Zack's pov.

I find it hard to move. I feel too weak. The alcohol is such a turn off for me. I don't usually drink, so what I drank earlier should affect me, I know.

I feel a pressure next to me, before sniffing the scent of James'. He smells lovely, and inviting. Just that I can't move, I'd have marvel more in my fantasy.

His hands pat my hair, and pushes it to a side to clear my face. Then, he lowers to kiss me on my forehead. "I don't use to be who I was, but who I am right now. My father is Hitler Richard, yeah, the billionaire. You must have think of it, or assume so, Zack. I know you're that smart. He doesn't used to be a good man, but now, he's changing. I don't want to accept the fact that he's trying to amend his ways, it's hard. It's hard for me to believe that."

"He used to be an addict. He never stops drinking, and gambling. He was the worst father one could get before. As a result, one night, mistakenly, he caused mother's death. He made a horrible bet with his fellow gamblers, which he lost at. The result, when a fight began, caused mother's death. I swore to never forgave him when I get older."

"I was taken to my grandpa, he was a mafia in his lifetime. Yeah, I know it too." He's acting like I'm questioning him in between his narration. "My family is strange. After grandpa's death, father took over. Then, he became more...I don't really know, more... deadly. He never cared for anything, anyone. I moved to Uncle's place instead. I could say that uncle's the only one who's sensible in my family line. Anyway, right now, father wants me back, claiming that he's changed. I don't believe it, but it looks like it. It made my brain go haywire. I'm sorry for acting like that, for taking it out on it." His voice is breaking by the time he finishes.

I wish I can feel emotional right now, but I'm still tipsy, so I don't feel much as I should. I open my eyes and look at him. He has his head down, his hair falling as they are soft.

"I'm so sorry." As much as I mean that, I can't feel much sorry for him.

He is shocked when he raises his head, "you heard?"

"Yes, of course, I did." I say back, and he sniffles.

"What do you think?"

"Kiss me." He smiles before he nears his head towards mine and captures my lips. The heat sparkles in my head, making me moan inwardly at the attraction I thought I had lost.

He releases my lips, and I smile back at him before going back to sleep.

The next morning, I wake up to a new sight before me. The room is wide, which I don't know how I got to. I hurriedly sit up, and notices a figure beside me, it is James. He is sprawled on the bed, his eyes closed. He looks fresh, and just-baked. Wow.

I smile at my imaginations playing inside my head, the way his jaws are perfectly crafted, and his skin thick. Then, I frown at yesterday's memories. I can't remember how exactly he brought me here.

Thinking of that, I take a stand and check the room well. It is spacious, the floors sparkling clean, and the furniture, simple. I like the arrangement. It's like a room of a casual man.

"Slept fine?" Gruffly asked, James. His just-wake voice isn't nice. Not at all, I laugh at that, of course inside my head.

I am nonchalant in the physical.

I nod, "yes. Where am I?"

"My room. I got an apartment." He has an apartment now? Of course, he must.

I'm not angry at him anymore, now that I think I know some things about him. I think I now know what to fill in those spaces, and empty dashes.

"That's nice. The bathroom?"

He doesn't use words, but a gesture to a door.

I nod, and walk towards it, "what are you doing?"

I don't answer but continue walking. When I get to the door, I open it, and turn to him. "Free to find out yourself." My voice is low, and a little shy when I say that, because I know what I meant. If only he grasp it too.

Entering the door, I close it and go to the shower, turning it on, I let the water wash my body as I have taken off my cloths seconds earlier.