A woman's dilemma - Episode 52

 

Amy:

"My head." I groan as I roll over in the super nice bed against my back. I feel around for the pillow and drag it under my head.
"So comfy." I moan as I snuggle into it. That scent. Wait, that scent? Where am I?
"I can see you're awake." The soft voice makes me stiffen. I let open one eye to peruse the environment and the other flies open when I'm met with the scowling face of Benson . No. No one wears that scowl so hotly like that. Except...
"Benedict?!" I jump out of bed, nearly butting head with him. He stands straighter and settles his gaze on my face. Why is he looking at me like that? What am I doing here?
"Are you sober now?" He asks and I frown. Sober? Am I not supposed to be? I rack my brain for the memory of the last hours. Claudia and I left the airport. I saw Benedict. He was hot. I drooled. His fans came to intercept him. I left angry when a woman touched him inappropriately. What happened from there?
"Don't tell me you lose valuable information when you drink too much." He plants his nice body on the bedside table without moving his eyes from me.
"Drink?" My eyes bulge out. I came home with him and he was cooking me lunch right before his friends came in

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. I remember calling him a hot bully and my hands fly to my mouth.
"No." I mumble. He's grinning mischievously and I know he knows I remember now. I blush beet red as I beat myself up in my head for drinking like a drunk. Was that yesterday? I look up at the clock behind him. A few minutes past nine. The sun outside tells me that yes, it's the next day.
"I hope I didn't say anything improper." I evade his eyes and fiddle with the sheets around me.
"So you are trying to say that you remember nothing from yesterday?" He lifts his body from the table and stalk towards me. I cringe and withdraw backwards.
"Maybe?" I melt when his head comes down to my level. How is someone so good looking?
"You don't remember puking all over these then?" He suddenly whips a pair of sneakers out from behind him. It takes a few seconds for my brain to connect his words and as soon as it does, I fly to my knees on the bed and put my hands up.
"I deserve to die!" I cry. He's completely straight faced as he drops the shoes on the floor.
"They were my favorite pair though." He says as he watches me. I raise my hands higher and knee up right.
"Kneeling like that won't unmolest my shoes." He muses.
"I'll buy you new ones." I proffer. He shakes his head.
"These ones are special to me." My face falls.
"What can I do for you then?" I say in a small voice.
"Why not have breakfast with me." He says, completely stunning me.
"What?" My hands fall to my lap.
"Come." He takes one of my hand from my lap and we both pause. Did he feel it too? The electricity burning between us? Benedict clears his throat noisily before he tugs on my hand. I let the sheets fall from my body as I get off the bed. That's when I notice that I'm not in my clothes. These ones are entirely too big to be mine. Plus I don't remember owning a basketball tank top.
"How did I come to be in these?" I ask with confusion. He stops walking and eye me up and down.
"You vomited all over your clothes. They are still at the dry cleaner." He says.
"So you... You took my clothes off?!" I scream.
"Would you have preferred to sleep in those dirty clothes?" He asks.
"That's not the point!"
"What's the point then?" He scowls at me and mumble about ungrateful women.
"You saw me naked!" I yell at him. He actually starts laughing at me.
"It's not funny! My precious body." I cross my hands across my chest and he grins.
"Let's put some food in you. I think you are losing it from hunger." He continues dragging me to the kitchen. I protest but he doesn't even listen.
"You had no right!" I snap but he's chuckling as we enter the kitchen. What was I wearing yesterday underneath my clothes? No! My brother's boxers and an unflattering bra! This is a disaster. Oh ye ground, swallow me up. I'm done for.
Strong arm on my waist throws me out of my thoughts.
"What are you doing?!" He doesn't even answer but just picks me off my feet like I'm a ragdoll and deposit me on a high stool.
"Eat." He commands as he points to my plate.
"Did you at least turn the light off when you....you know..."
"When I took your clothes off last night?" He completes. I blush and nod slowly.
"I didn't." He deadpans and I growl. He chuckles again and I pause to actually take in his gorgeous face.
"You're beautiful when you're mortified"
"So are you." I clamp my hands against my mouth on a gasp. Did I just say that?!
Oh no. I groan again.
"You really shouldn't be making sounds like that." His eyes tells me what he's trying to say and I drop my hands from my mouth.
"We should eat." I say seriously and take the fork from the plate and stab a fried potato. I chuck it into my mouth and sigh. It's good.
"Delicious right?" He's already sitted on the other side of me. I look up and him and give him a thumbs up. He smiles when I start stuffing my mouth full and fork half of his potatoes unto my plate. I thank him and continue to stuff my face. Drinking makes me hungry I guess.

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Francis:

I wake up to the harsh light of the sun on my face. I roll over in bed and feel around for my wife. The bed is empty. I sit up and frown. My head feels too heavy to still be on my neck. I stagger up. It's too early to be feeling this tired.
"Francesca? Are you in the toilet?" I hear the shower running and I walk towards the bathroom. The door comes open and my mouth drops open at the unfamiliar woman that walks out of it.
"Francis, you should have called me to help you if you want to use the toilet." The tiny woman is saying.
"Who are you? Where is Frances?" I ask her. She rolls her eyes at me and sigh.
"Baby, your wife is dead. She's been dead for almost a year now. It's just me and you now." She says.
"Liar! Where's my wife? What have you done to her? Where Ola? Did she go out with our son?"
"Francis. Don't do this. Come, I'll get you your medicine." She starts to walk past me but I grab her hand and drag her back. She yelp in pain but I don't give a fuck.
"Where's she? Tell me!" I scream at her.
"Francis! You're hurting me. Let me go."
"No!" I fling her against the shelf and she falls to the ground with a thud. I start to stalk towards her when some of my men rush in.
"Good. Get that woman! I think she's kidnapped Frances. Beat her till she tells where she's hiding her." I scratch my head like a lunatic when the men do not move an inch to do my bidding.
"What are you waiting for?!" I yell at them. Their eyes leave me to move to the woman on the floor. She gently gets to her feet And brush her clothes down.
"He's totally lost it. Tie him and lock him up so he doesn't hurt himself." She says.

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. I nearly laugh at the absurdity but when the men stalk towards me my smile falls.
"What are you doing?! She's the enemy!" I yell at them. The woman walks out of the room like she owns the place and I'm manhandled like a mad man.
"Let me go! What's going on? This is my house! I'll fire you two! Take me to my wife!" I scream.
"Stay still!" One of them slam me against the wall and I groan in pain.
"You don't need to hurt him y'know?" The other one scolds.
"I didn't opt to take care of a crazy man." He snaps at his partner who growls at him.
"You can leave. I'll take care of him." The man actually smiles grateful.
"I'll owe you one then." He lets me go and walks out of the room.
"You agree with me right? They have kidnapped Francesca! You believe me huh?" I ask the only man with me in the room.
"Snap out of it boss!" He yells at me. My face falls.
"Listen to me. This isn't you. I checked Tina's room and found some strange medicine. I don't know what they are but I already sent them to a pharmacist who promised to help find out what they are for." He says.
"Tina?" I ask and he actually roll his eyes at me.
"You think I'm crazy too." I accuse him.
"She's feeding you drugs to make you lose your mind! Look at yourself! You look like you are dying slowly too." He says. My head goes foggy and I sit back on the bed.
"Listen to me. I'll give you my clothes. I want you to walk out of this house without looking anyone in the eye." He tells me.
"You're confusing me." I say truthfully.
"I have someone waiting at the gate. He'll take you to that doctor I told you about."
"What doctor?" I ask.
"Oh damn this." He growls and before I can register his movement, he sticks something into my neck.
"What.." I try to shake the feeling of dizziness.
"I didn't want to use this but I have to get that test even if I have to carry you out" I hear him say before I black out.