CHAPTER SEVEN

NOT THE MOVIE TYPE

"Which movie do you think we should watch?"

"Anyone you think is interesting"

"PROTEGE?" She said excitedly

"Protege?"

"Aghh do you watch movies at all?"

"Well... maybe..."

"Abra-ham"

"Don't look at me like that" he whined

"How am I looking at you?" She smirked. She knows what she's doing

"Like I committed a crime or something" well someone is frustrated about not being the movie type

"Am I Abraham? Am I?" She grins evilly wiggling her brows

"Aghh I can't do it. I'm going to bed"

"No oo. Come on, we are gonna watch the movie together" she draws him up so he will be sitting and she played the movie. Stacy has seen that movie countless number of times but still loves seeing it. She sees herself in the protagonist. They are the same. No friends, nothing, just do your job and that's it.

They have hardly even gone half way into the movie and Abraham is already sleeping. Stacy chuckles at it. He really is not the movie type. For some reason her eyes stayed glued to his face. His well structured face. His pointed sharp nose, sharp jaw, lashes that aren't too long or short, just average. His lips, ughh those lips, those kissable lips that are pink, plump and small, not too small. And his eyes, she wished at this moment she could look into them. Those beautiful, sparkling gray eyes that can speak to your body in different ways and places. Goosebumps all of a sudden appears on her skin and she wonders why but she knows why. She loves all of his features. He is 6ft and some inches tall, the height dream of every woman in a man, especially the short women...ha! I'm sorry but it is what it is.

She tries to wake him up and but he didn't budge. She tried again and again until he woke up. He yawns saying

"Is the movie finished yet?"

"Really? So much for watching a movie with me" she whines like a child

"I promise I will next time, I'm sorry" she nods "come on, you have to sleep" she leads them to the bedroom as they stood to their heels, Abraham stretching his body and bones. He was flexing his muscles. When they got to the room, he thinks her room is beautiful, and he was a little surprised. It's not the girlie kind of a room. She lay down on the bed and he tucked her to sleep saying good night. She asked him to sleep with her but he said he do take the couch or sofa for the night. I wonder what he's avoiding. You can figure that out.

It's midnight and she couldn't sleep knowing he is somewhere in the house. Same as him. She got up from her bed and went back to the living room.

"I can't sleep" she muttered in a low voice as she got to him.

"Neither can I" he admits truthfully

"Make space" he scoots and she laid beside him. He inhales and exhales deeply. What is wrong with me? She's just lying next to me.

She takes his one hand and circles it around her torso, giving them both tingles. Her belly is really flat and cheasled he mewled to himself.

"Good night" He clears his throat before saying good night to her. It's a good night but also a night of internal torture. He kissed her forehead. She shivered to the contact of his lips and her forehead. It's just a goodnight kiss, right? Well we do never know.

Arm in arm they sleep. Burying all of what they feel. They don't even know how to define what they feel but one thing is for sure; they enjoy each other's company very much and there's always a pull towards each other. As the days goes by, it becomes stronger and stronger. It's unlike anything they've ever felt in their past relationships. It's electrifying when their finger touch. Tingles always manages it's way to their body. It's a feeling they love, yet can't define. I wonder how long it do take them to understand, to understand what this feeling, this beautiful wonderful feeling is called.

This is what most of the times happens once in a person's lifetime. It's rare yet very easily achievable. It can happen at anytime, anywhere and anyhow. It doesn't knock and wait for you to open, it barges in and takes you unaware and on a rollercoaster ride. In this ride many things go down. Some end up riding others don't, some in between. It's just how it is. Like always, it is what it is.

It's a new Beautiful day! A day like no other. Stacy wakes up to the wonderful aroma of omlette, and other sweet smells. She yawns and her nose takes her eyes and legs to the kitchen where the smell is emitting from. Her eyes meets a shirtless Abraham busy with what he knows very well how to do. Humming like a songbird and moving his feets in sync. 'What a view?' she thought. She can stare at him all day, except it will creep him out, she chuckles.

Her eyes movies from his moves to his cheasled body. Now she is seeing those packs that always bulge out when he wears his shirts and t-shirts. They are beautiful she thought. Abraham is mouthwatering handsome a man. It moves to his V-line and stayed there. She uses her eyes to do what her hands can't do at the moment. That urge to trace those lines and veins occupied her mind. What would it feel like to touch them? To feel them?

She takes her phone and clicks pictures of him. He is handsome. She yawns again, this time loud enough for him to hear. He looks up to her with a warm smile and she awkwardly smiled back. What is wrong with me?

"Good morning beautiful"

"Good morning handsome" he blushes to that. Well a girl is making him blush and flush pink.

"Hope you slept well?"

"With you by my side, I sure did" she said with a smile and he blushes again with a smile, his ear and cheek evidence.

"Breakfast will be ready soon" he manages to say. She moves from her standing point and sat on the kitchen island stool.

"How about you, did you sleep well?"

"Yes. Very" he sure did with her in his arms all night long.

"What are you making for breakfast because it sure smells nice" she tries to look at what he is cooking by peeping

"Mh..mh..no...go sit and wait beautiful"

"I like the new name" she blushes

"You do?"

"Yes" she answered as a matter of factory and he nods. He is glad that she doesn't find the name offensive or stepping out of boundary. "But don't call me that at the office. You should know why" he nods in understanding and continued with his cooking. She wonders what he's making.

Minutes of cooking and chatting, he finally finished.

"Your food is ready princess, your Royal majesty" she gives out a small laugh

"Is there ever a time you're serious" she states with a laugh

"Believe it or not, you're a princess. A beautiful princess"

"But I've got no kingdom" she suddenly becomes serious "it was taken away from me years ago"

"All I know is that you are my princess, kingdom or no kingdom" he gives her a reassuring smile as he reaches out for her hands. He holds them in his and caresses them softly and soothingly. "Your Mom is very proud of the woman you have become" he kisses the back of her palms and she shivers to the touch. Why does any slightest touch from him affect her. She delibrates in her head. "And your father is also proud. He do never thought you do be his daughter. You achieved all of these without his help" she sniffles what I think is a sob

"Thank you—"

"Oh come on you don't have to thank me. I'm just saying the truth as it is" he rubs her hands again "now if you don't mind, let's eat. The food is getting cold" she chuckles at him

They ate in a comfortable silence. The silence that words are not said but many things are said.

Time to time they glance at each other and smile. It's a perfect moment. A moment that I want to be in some day with the one. The right one.

They finished up and as always did the dishes together.

"I bet your girlfriend wouldn't have to worry herself about cooking. Especially your wife"

"I do not have a girlfriend"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Wait. You don't know?"

"No" she states the obvious

"I thought you knew. Even the least of our co-workers know" he chuckles in shame "they always tease me about it"

"Welcome to the party"

"What party?"

"The singles party" he laughs

"Thank you"

"Welcome" they both laugh "hope you aren't going soon?"

"That's if you still want me around" she blushes

"Yeah"

"On?" He pecks his ear

"I still want you around" she flushed red chilli

They left the kitchen once they tidied up things in there. As soon as they got to the living room, they slumped on the couch. Stacy takes the remote and turned on the news

"Did you get anything from the past life of Mr William?"

"No... nothing. The man was like a saint. But all I can think of is that he hide his past very well"

"We have to uncover it. It will help us"

"What about the Joe guy, anything?"

"Yeah...on some level he really deserved it. He only decieves women and break their hearts. He's a fuck boy who all he ever does is play around. I also discovered that he had a record of murder attempt and also a criminal record. He hide it so well but I managed to dig it out"

"Maybe one of his rivals or the girls he toyed with killed him"

"Thought about that too"

"And the person in question did it in such a way that they won't be the suspects"

"And pushed it on Stephany because she is his girlfriend or should I say ex-girlfriend"

"Yeah. It's a well thought out plan but where did the note come in? It means it's the same person who killed William James that killed Joe Parker"

"Yes but the question is; why?"

"We do never know until we find her"