Attraction
Mary Davies
Hawk was discharged three weeks after the day I visited him in the hospital. I got the job as Hawk Andrews assistant last week, thanks to Carol who changed my look by doing a full-blown make over for me. I got to know she used to work in a beauty parlor in her youthful days, she has aged but those skills hasn’t aged a bit. She started with a new hair cut, which she said was my first real step to a noticeable difference in my appearance.
She then tried a new color on my hair, which was something lighter than the usual dark hair. She dyed my black hair to a blonde color and styled it into a preppy one with side-swept bangs and straight hair that I can eventually put up into a bun, or chignon.
She made sure to find the best eyebrow shape for my face, I was a bit scared when she began to pluck out my eyebrow hairs from underneath my brows, but the result was perfect, my new high angled eyebrows made me look completely different, coupled with the blonde hair. Then she got me a pair of fake glasses with a square frame. The glasses were the icing on the cake, there was no way I will be recognized by any of the Andrews, if they eventually show up here at Hawk’s house.
The final straw was the hat which instantly changed my look and added an element of class. She got me a cute beret and a beanie, but I opted for the beanie. My look was really transformed by Carol and I was grateful for her efforts, without her I won’t be right here in Hawk Andrews house, someone else would have gotten the job.
As the weeks wore on, I spent every day by his side, and I was grateful for that. Carol was taking care of the kids while I was away. I only have between a week and a month to get the work done and I was eager to the extent that I don’t mind if I have to seduce Hawk to draw his attention to me, but what do I know about seduction.
I just started my journaling and my book, pregnant for the bully. And I was progressing well and fast. I made sure everything I wrote in the journal was detailed and well dated, it makes me smile whenever I read it.
The book wasn’t that detailed as the journal, but it had important moments of our lives, starting from the bullying, the abuse, change and the battle for forgiveness which I haven’t been able to write because I need to be sure I was ready to forgive and forget the past which I don’t think would be easy because the kids were like a constant reminder of it, but to be honest my kids were the best thing that has ever happened to me.
I won’t be here if I don’t love Hawk Andrews. I have noticed that he watches me while I move around the house. I have been doing my best to make sure Hawk was as comfortable as he should be. Merely thinking of it, he has been affectionate towards me. But I have been wondering: Would I forever be just a friendly face to him, or could we once again be something more?
Over the days I have spent in here, Hawk Andrews hasn’t regained his memory of Mary Davies, I was just Melissa Hudgens to him. Sometimes I just hope he will wake up one day and ask for Mary Davies so I can just reveal myself to him.
I majorly fight the urge to reveal things to him and the urge for me to share who I am. And my emotions about things that had occurred in our past, and then my thoughts about how we could get through this difficult time together.
I badly wanted to share details of our previous loving relationship, remind him of how he changed his name and appearance so he could make me love him. I am here doing something similar to what he did, because I do want to be with him and this made me realize how desperate he must have been to go to that extent because I was literally in that situation. I am so desperate to turn this situation around.
I wanted to remind him of the amazing selfless father he was to our children. I sank into the bed, and cuddled my pillow. It was dark already and Hawk has already eaten his dinner. I haven’t slept well since I’ve been back in his house. The shock and thoughts of everything that has happened between the space of the accident has had me awake into the early morning’s.
The master’s bedroom was next to the room I was, through the walls, I could hear the shower cut off and a loud grunt. The sound captured my attention. I got curious, I left my bed and moved close to the wall. The grunts stopped abruptly and I heard a loud thump, followed by a loud crashing sound. I heard a low growl and then nothing.
I frowned, was he hurt. I pressed my ear against the wall but I heard nothing. What if he was lying hurt on the floor with a concussion. I cussed under my breath as I ran out of my room. I knocked on his door, but got no response..
“Haw…. Mr Andrews!” I called out. “Is anything wrong? Are you okay?” I asked calmly.
I got no response, I immediately turned the knob and entered the room. I moved towards the ensuite bathroom and there he was on the floor with a towel wrapped around his waist loosely.
I would be telling a lie if I say I didn’t notice one of his exposed thighs and the fact that the towel was revealing his huge manhood. If we were not in this current circumstances I would have begged him to touch me, but now I need to make sure he was fine.
“Are you okay?” I asked. His gaze shot to me and I noticed the look of surprise on his face.
“What are you wearing?” He asked mockingly. This question made me aware of the flimsy nightwear I was wearing, which did nothing in hiding my body. It was made of a see through material, a pure lacy material. Warmness creeped to my cheeks as I noticed the way his eyes were glued to my body, he was obviously checking me out.
“Yes, I am okay. I just slipped when I got out of the shower, I was relying on my balance too much but this cast here just put me to shame.” He replied, referring to the Fiberglass cast on his broken left hand.
My face bloomed with color as I felt his gaze on me. I kept mute, staring at the floor.
“It’s kind of odd, but with the few days I’ve spent with you. It seems like have known you for quite a while, maybe it’s because we are getting along though.” He said, trying to keep up with conversations.
“Are you a natural blonde?” He asked. I bit my lips hard, trying to make a decision of either telling the truth or lying to him.
“No, I’m not.” I replied.
“I would like to see you in the natural color of your hair then.” He said.
“You can come over here and help me make sure I didn’t break anything.” He suggested amused.
“This is strange, but I think I’m attracted to you. I’m not trying to come on to you. I know it’s too early, but I can’t help it, neither do I understand this sudden attraction.”
“I am sorry for telling you this without being concerned of how it would make you feel. But I know my body might start telling it if I don’t say it now. And I don’t want you to run off.”
“Please don’t blame me if I get fully interested in you.”
Hearing these confessions from him sent a bolt of lightning to my body. It made me realize there was a chance he could remember who I was. Even without remembering who I was, the attraction between us was still very much alive. Hawk Andrews was still attracted to me, hearing this made me feel like a teenager who just got asked out on a date. As I stared at him, I thought about how my feelings for him has evolved. Now, I only see him as mine.
I moved towards him and put my hands on his arms as I helped him up to his feet. His towel came down as soon as he stood on his feet. I was expecting him to feel embarrassed because he was fully exposed to me, but he didn’t. Neither did he make an effort to pick his towel. I knew I had to say something to break off the silence.
“I think….”
I could barely get the word out of mine, before his mouth come crashing against mine. It happened so quick. He kissed me with long strokes of his tongue, which sent butterflies straight into my belly. He pressed my back against the wall as his lips travelled to my neck.
“I think you should take your leave right now.” He whispered into my ear.