Rodney POV
I woke up the following morning with my head pounding very hard. "Agh" I muffled a groan while sitting up on the bed.
Gosh!
I hate a hangover.
But seriously, how much did I drink last night?
I heard a knock on the door. “Just come in,” I groaned inwardly, as I rested my head on the headboard.
I glanced up to saw her walking in with a tray in her hands.
Huh?
What's she doing?
She dropped the tray on my nightstand and the scent of the coffee filled my nostril. “Good morning” She greeted with an adoring smile, but I only have a nod. I felt too weak to even utter a word.
“I hope you slept well” She asked, and I looked up at her. I just hope I hadn't spurted nonsense last night. “Here, have this” She stretched forth a bottle of pills to me.
“This would really help” I slowly collected it from her, lowering my head; deeply ashamed. “Breakfast would be ready soon” And with that, she walked out of my room.
Some moment later...
I felt so much better now; all thanks to her.
I ate my breakfast slowly as I watched her eat hers with so much enthusiasm. She looks so happy.
F**k!
Why do I have this feeling that I had done something stupid last night?
Uhm, I better say something. “Why didn't you tell me Joanna came by?” I asked her icily, and she looked up at with a frown filled face. “I'm sorry, but I forgot to tell you” She replied perfunctorily, causing my brows to arched.
What a nerve she has gotten.
I sipped at my water as I secretly watched her from the glass cup, still eating without sparing me a glance.
Jeez!
Tamara POV
I stared at my own reflection in the mirror and a broad smile appears on my face.
I was the happiest being in the whole planet.
Rodney had slept in my arms for hours last night, and I couldn't help but watch his irresistible look. I held my cheeks when I remembered how long I stayed in his warmth embrace.
But I went through hell while I was taking him to his room, he's so huge.
Who would have thought Rodney could be so free-hearted to share those talks with me? He was drunk, though.
I truly felt sorry for him.
Why would his mom leave without a solid reason?
I rubbed my hand on my temple and breathe out softly. I didn't really know what to think anymore.
I was climbing down the stairs when Rodney suddenly ran into me; looking rakishly handsome in just a black polo and a jean short.
I supposed he was not going out today, it was weekend, though.
“Do you care to join me?” His voice slammed through my thought.
Huh?
Join him where?
I nodded in agreement, even if I didn't know where to join him. He took the stairs ahead of me, and I followed behind him.
We walked through the hallway, we have walked pass my room and his. Then where are we going? I clutched onto my gown in both sides, feeling more vulnerable than ever.
He finally stopped walking, and I felt relief washed my entire self as I also stopped.
I glanced up to realized we were standing opposite a door. He bent the doorknob and stepped in. I stared at him from outside, and he beckoned me to come in. What's this place?
“Wow” I mouthed immediately I entered. “La musique, c'est la vie(music is life)” I read aloud.
It was boldly inscribed on the wall.
I watched all the musical instrument in the room in amusement. “C'mon” He beckoned, and I slowly walked up to him.
“Sit,” He ordered as he pointed to a chair next to him. He placed a guitar on his leg and trailed his thumb on it.
“How much did I tell you last night?” He asked, out of the blue, without sparing me a glance.
Oh, my…
“Uhm…” I drawled, not knowing what to say.
He broke the short silence. “I knew I was drunk last night,” He reminded. He kept the guitar before turning to look at me.
“I'm sorry, if I had done something foolish towards you last night” He apologized, sincerely, and I chuckled. “Not at allin fact, I was glad you told me everything,” I blurted before I could hold myself.
Jeez!
I quickly covered my mouth with my right palm, looking elsewhere. I heard him chuckled, and I embarrassingly turned to him.
“I am the embarrassed one here, you know?” He says. “So you shouldn't feel bad I told you something” He added with a light smile and I forced a nod. “You wanna play?” He asks as he gestured to the piano.
“No no… I don't know how to,” I replied quickly, with a shy smile forming on my lips. He laughed quietly while dragging his chair forward, and I did the same also, beaming with smiles.
He pressed the black and white keyboard and the sound of the piano echoes in the whole room. I watched him keenly as he expertly plays the piano. So perfect!
He stopped playing after some period, and I couldn't help the happiness in my heart as I gave him a round of applause. He grinned, which filled me with more warmth and comfort around him. “Since when did you become my fan?” He asked, still smiling.
I scratched the back of my neck. “Uhm… Right from teen,” I replied, bringing my eyes down to my laps. “Wow, that was a very long time” His face marred with surprise and I just twisted my lips. “So you know my first album, isn't it?” He asked, and I slowly looked up at his face, he was looking hopeful. “Of course, your first album was…” someone interrupted me with a knock.
“Come in” Rodney turned to the door and ordered. A maid came in afterwards and bowed lightly.
“Miss Tamara, someone is here to see you.” She announced and I sprang on my feet immediately. To see me?
“Who's it?” I asked curiously, hoping it was not my dad, but how would he find out I stay with Rodney?
Rodney also stood on his feet.
I guess he noticed how uneasy I've become
After the maid had left, he slowly held my wrist before heading towards the door, and I could feel my heart beat racing.
Rodney saw how tensed I was, he turned to face me with a knowing smile.
“I am here” He assured, and I nodded curtly, but my chest wouldn't stop heaving up and down.
We walked down the hallway and finally got to the stairs. I tucked the loose strand of my hair behind my ear as we both counted our steps on the stairs.
I could see the figure from where I was, a Blondie?
If I'm not mistaken, the backside of the person really looks like Alicia's. The person slowly turned to face me on her seat, and I gasped.
She stood on her feet immediately she sighted me. “Alicia!” I exclaimed happily as I ran into her wide opened arms.