I don’t know Samer’s motive and why he told Brent to come to the house. Oh no, I’m in trouble. When it comes to Brent, of course, I’m still affected, even just a little bit. He was my first in everything when it comes to dating – first kiss, first love, first boyfriend. And above all, my first heartbreak! While waiting for him to arrive, I returned to where we started.
I suddenly shivered as I remembered. Why is that? I still can’t believe how foolish I was back in high school. Ewwww! I said to myself.
“Seems like you’re excited to see him again,” said Samer confidently as he sat not far away. “No way,” I firmly denied because I wasn’t really excited, I was even scared!
“Oh, there he is, the one you’ve been waiting for,” said Samer as he focused his eyes on the CCTV monitor in our house.
We went out together to let Brent inside the house. When he got off his motorcycle, his eyes were fixed on Samer’s hand holding my waist.
“Come on in,” I said to Brent, and I could feel that he felt a bit awkward. “By the way, how are you and Michelle?” I asked him as we walked towards the house.
“It’s okay,” he replied curtly to my question.
“That’s good then,” I said.
When we entered the house, we didn’t have any privacy because Samer kept on watching us. It felt like we were back in ancient times, where the grandmother guarded her granddaughter while talking to a suitor. Several times I signaled to Samer to leave us alone so we could talk properly. I wanted to clarify to Brent that there was no reason for him to come to my house.
“When did you become a couple?” Brent asked about Samer and me, even though he knew that Samer could hear him.
“Just recently, but he’s someone worth waiting for, you know,” I said to him, and the smug Samer was delighted to hear that. Oh well, he should be happy!
“I see. Well, I’m here for you. If that Arab guy hurts you, just call me,” Brent whispered.
I didn’t intend to, but what Brent said was just funny, so I burst into laughter. When I looked at Samer, his face was no longer pleasant. Brent kept on muttering, and that must have annoyed Samer.
“Thank you. But you and Samer can talk and I’ll just cook lunch for the three of us,” I told Brent.
While waiting for Samer’s return, I wondered why it was taking him so long. My property isn’t that vast to take him so long to reach the gate from inside the house. When I looked at the monitor, I didn’t see the two of them, but Brent’s motorcycle was still there.
I suddenly got worried. I felt that something strange was happening outside the house. So, without hesitation, I went out to see what was going on.
“Oh my God! What happened to both of you?” I shouted when I saw the two of them sizing each other up. “You’re not kids anymore to act like that! Brent, you can leave now, and you, Samer, go inside!”
When they still didn’t stop, I couldn’t control myself and shouted loudly. I felt like a superwoman! Only then did the two of them stop and looked at me angrily. Oh, they made it seem like it was my fault when they fought inside my property. How shameless!
“If you can’t respect me as a woman, at least respect my property! Don’t you dare show up in front of me while you still have bruises on your faces! Sam, I’ll get your things, and you’ll stay in your hotel for now.” I told him.
“Jamie, can’t you let me stay?” Samer tried to negotiate with me, but I acted like I couldn’t hear him.
I went inside and took Samer’s suitcase from my room and brought it downstairs.
“Here. You can use the car because I’ll just take a taxi to the office,” I ordered him.
I saw how Brent grinned upon hearing him call me ‘love. It’s just sweet! When the guy entered the house, I noticed that he brought his suitcase with him.
“You could have left it outside since you’re still leaving.” I told him, but he didn’t answer.
I didn’t wait for him to speak because I thought his mouth might hurt. Maybe Brent hit him hard. I stayed silent while getting the first aid kit.
“I’ll do it,” he insisted, trying to snatch the cotton balls with alcohol that I prepared to clean the wounds on his face.
“You have so many bruises! You look like a child. Next time, don’t let yourself be beaten, okay?” I suggested to him. “I’ll get some ice for your bruises, gosh!” I said irritably before heading to the kitchen.
When I came back, the idiot was lying on the sofa, shirtless. When I saw his muscular chest, I couldn’t help but drool. Why did he have to undress when he only had bruises on his face? Hmmm, my Arab boyfriend is really setting a trend. So annoying, I would’ve thrown the ice I brought at him if he wasn’t handsome. I placed the bowl of ice on the center table and looked at him.
“Do you really need to undress?” I asked Samer.
“I also have bruises on my chest,” he answered in a controlled voice, as if he was in pain.
“Where does it hurt? Here?” I asked him, gently pressing his side. Samer yelped in pain. Oh, Brent will surely be furious with me when he sees him again. Samer got bruised because of him.
Is there anything I can do when Samer is in pain? I got angry earlier, but it quickly subsided. I don’t want to see him suffer, and I can’t even contact that damn Brent to at least give him a piece of my mind on the phone. Maybe he anticipated my reaction, as his phone has been turned off since earlier.
“I know you’re still mad at me, so I’ll just sleep here,” Samer said to me, trying to elicit sympathy.
Of course, I’m naturally compassionate, so I felt sorry for him. It’s also pitiful if he sleeps on the sofa. I don’t have any available guest rooms downstairs since all my dogs have occupied them. Hmmm, there’s a bed in the basement near the wine cellar, but it might be easier to bring him upstairs.
“I’m not really mad,” I admitted to him. “I was just annoyed because you got into a fight with him,” I said.
“He provoked me first!” He reasoned out.
“I know,” I said. “Let’s go upstairs so you can rest better,” I said, helping him get up from the sofa.
“Can we sleep together?” The man asked.
“Of course,” I said and finally, he smiled.
I shook my head while we walked upstairs. “You know, you act like a child,” I told him, referring to his fight with Brent.
“I just fought for what’s mine,” he replied.
“Oh please, don’t make it sound like you gave me a ring. FYI, I’m still single, Mr. Khalifa,” I joked, but he suddenly pinched me on the side, making me yelp.
“Whether you have a ring or not, you’re still mine,” Samer declared.