Chapter 43: Chapter 43

• • • Freddy’s POV • Sheila’s POV • •

I shudder out of sleep. My headaches. I check myself and I'm necked. I check the time on the wrists watch on my arm and it's 5 am already. Shif! Why did I sleep here. I hit my face in dismal.

While the lady by me is still asleep, I quickly dress up. Once I'm done I run out of the room straight to the car and the driver drives me back to the hotel.

Once we are at the hotel, “You can take your day off!” I tell the driver who probably slept in the car the whole night. “Thank you, sir!” he says rapidly.

At least have put joy on someone’s face. He opens the car and I step out, moving straight to my room.

Immediately I reach my room, I quickly undress, take a bath. I spend more time in the bathing bowl than usual. I just feel tired.

Once I'm down, I wrap a towel around my waist before moving out of the bathroom. I stop by the little bar in my room, I pour out a glass of whiskey and I move to bed and seat.

I sip, thoughtfully, I don't know why but my soul isn't at ease. I just feel weird. The truth is I know why but I'm too ashamed to admit it. How could I?…

Unfortunately, it makes me so weak that even plunging into work can't make me forget it. I remain seated in my room.

After hesitating for a while I finally pick the whole bottle of whiskey, then I move to the balcony and seat while drinking the bottle as if it was water.

I drink to scoot away from the thoughts which strikes me. Memories of last night fills my mind. I feel culpable. I must admit I went too far yesterday. I vowed to myself never to indulge in such but yesterday I did.

How could I be that wicked to inflict such pains on that innocent lady?. OMG, I thought I was a hater of BDSM. Fuck! I hit my face in dismay. That was selfish and abusive.

I pick my phone, I dail Graham’s number. He Immediately picks the call as if he was excepting it “Hey, guy!. How was last night?. I hope you enjoy my little toys.”

“I told you never to put such in my room. Now I'm mad at myself for what I did yesterday…” I'm so mad that it's hard to end my sentence.

“Why do you restrain yourself, men. I know how much you love dominating and sure you will love such” he keeps insisting and it sucks.

“Graham, I didn't call you to give lecture on submission or what I might like or not. Talking about that, I love dominating but not inflicting pain. Always keep this in mind. Now, I want you to pay the lady double, no! Five times what you are supposed to.” I decree.

“Wow, Mehn. I told you she’s the best. Ok, my master.” he says sarcastically. But I don't find it funny. I off the call.

I dress up and I walk out of the hotel carrying the bottle along with me. I drive while drinking and my vision was blurred. I don't know how but I drive my drunk myself to where I don't know. I know nobody in this town…

~ ~ Knocks on the door ~ ~

“Who is at the door?” she cry as she open the door. “Freddy! What are you doing here this early?. OMG, you stink, alcohol.” she covered her nose as she spoke.

“Because of you, — I did something very stupid… You won't even ask me to get in?” I walk in. She locks the door behind her and she follows me.

“What did you do Freddy and how is that relate to me… OMG, you look weak” she helps me to seat on the bed. “It has everything to do with you. You keep hunting me.” I speak without thinking.

“My stomach… Is… I feel like…” while speaking he throws up on me. “Freddy, burrkk…” I cry then I immediately move to the bath to change my dress.

I take everything off, it was a nightgown I had on with nothing under. I change to another nightgown but this one is slightly transparent. Anyway, at the moment I don't notice it. All I'm bothered about is helping Freddy first and to wipe the mess he did on my floor.

I warm him some tea, unfortunately for him, I don't have coffee.

“Take this, it will help you” I say. His hands are shaky, so I have to hold his hand first before giving him the cup because he’s been acting like a blind man.

Then I take a bucket and sponge from the toilet I clean the mess he did. I move back to the toilet to clean up the tools I used and when I move out of the toilet “Sorry” he says.

“Oh, no, Freddy, are you a child?. Or have you drank your mind?. Or you just like watching me suffering?” I cry. He poured all the tea to the ground and have to wipe everything back.

I seize the empty glass from his hands. “Why the hell did he have to come here” I wiped everything while whimpering. Once I'm done I carry back the tools to the bathroom.

When I came back he was laying in bed sleeping like he was knocked out. “Freddy, why me?” I cry as I watch him. I take off his shoes then his jacket. “And you are damn heavy!” I thug his legs to the bed and it's not easy at all.

Finally, I did it and he's now laying appropriately in bed.

“Don't leave me” he lunches my arm just when I'm about to leave. “Please, lay by me!” he insists.

“I thought you were sleeping!” I pout. “I was until you decide to carry my legs to the bed and it was fun watching you!” he says but he looks drowsy.

“Indeed it was because you love watching me suffer” I chide. “That's wrong. I simply love watching you no matter what you are doing” he dredges up.

Anyway, that's what I think because it's hard for me to infer whether he means it or not. In normal circumstances, he won't speak this way so I guess all this is simply the effects of alcohol which is making him emotionally unstable so what he's saying doesn't certainly reflects what's going on deep down in his heart.

But what if he means what he's saying, I also read that there is usually some version of true feeling that comes out when someone is drunk. What if that is the case with him?…

Oh, my poor Sheila, stop dreaming this kind of dude can never consider you. All he wants is to use me and go and I don't need this is my life. I should follow Natasha’s advice and stay far away from his temptations.

“Freddy, I can't I have things to do but you can't rest here while I do them.” I flinch but his grip is right. “I can call anyone to do it but please don't leave me alone,” he whispers with his unstable voice and drowsy eyes.

After all, Natasha isn't here. I console myself. No, no, Sheila, don't be cheap. Whether Natasha is here or not, you should do the right thing. I give some sense to myself.

“Come on baby, I need you by my side” he keeps on whimpering and he’s being too dramatic. “I promise, I won't do something stupid. I just need to feel your warmth” he adds.

Okay, Sheila, this is time to decide once and for all, it's either you play the hard to get and run out without wasting any second… or you simply give this cute, sexy, man, a small inoffensive hug and lay on his broad chiselled abs.