I left the bathroom with miss feeling, I don't know what it is, but I know something wasn't right. This is exactly how I feel last nine-years-ago when I had sex with the girl I met in the club. Although I expected her to call me with the money and my business card I left to her on the hotel table while she was still asleep. She never call or contact me, though I was her first, I thought she will call for money or for any other excuse she might come us with, I don't mind keeping her as my mistress, I waited for her to show for six-month, she didn't, then I decided to checked on her. I go to the same club and several others club hoping to met her, but no luck. I gave you on her. I an affair with many women but I never feel the same way I feel about the strange girl, I don't even know her name. I've been with many women but never take women serious, because of my bitter experience with my ex- and my father's assumption about women. I don't kissed any random women, but I 've kissed her twice and still want more, I nearly made love to her in her bath room if she did bring me back to my senses. I found myself drowning to her beaut. The same old feelings, I had for the strange girl. "damn" this can't not happening. I thought.
At the dinner table, I found myself constantly looking at Olivia, but she seems to avoid my gaze. Am trying to recall how the girl looked, though it's had been a long and in dark room, how am suppose to recognise her, I don't even remember seeing her face "damn! I course inwordly. This is frustrating. I engaged Noah in an avid conversation about starting baseball pitchers and Noah explained the physical of different trick pitches and I listen with interest to distract myself from my crazy thought. The boy is a genius and I found myself getting more attached to him. I praise Olivia's cooking, the food was really good and I enjoyed it. When the meal was ended and the dishes cleared away, Noah reminded the us that we had promised to team up against him in a game of Brain Quest, I was very eager for the match, and my enthusiasm made it all the more fun for Noah, who quickly
ran into the living room and set up the game. We in the rocking chair, "I'll just be a liability to you," Olivia warned me. "l'm really bad at this game.
"Don't worry. I'll carry you," I promised her
Noah was very good in the game and Olivia surprised me by answering two quest. "How the heck did you know that?" I asked, astounded. She shrugged. "We only get three channels on the TV out here-and two of them are educational." Finally the match was over. Noah was the winner by a large margin. I shook his hand. "Well done, Noah. You deserve a prize for that impressive performance. When I get back to New York, I'll send you a surprise."
"A Surprise? Gosh-really, Brian?" Noah asked me "That's not at all necessary, Brian. lt was just a little board game."
"But I want to, I insisted. I stood up and ruffled Noah's hair with his hand.I didn't think this little squirt could beat me, but he did. To a pulp. Now, I've got to pay my dues."
"Time for bed, champ," Olivia announced to Noah.
"Okay, he said.
"Good night, Brian," Noah added cheerily.
As I wished Noah good-night and the boy headed upstairs for his bedroom, "I'm really feeling beat myself," she announced. She rocked herself forward and grabbed on to the chair arms for support and managed to stand up. "I think I'll go up, too."
I looked surprised. "It's barely...nine o'clock," I said, glancing at my watch. "I thought we might talk for a while." I wanted to know more about her and her son, but I don't want her to think am imposing.
"Talk?" Olivia asked. "What about?"
"About you, for instance. How are you going to manage alone here for the next few days? Until your ankle is better I mean."
She gave a short laugh. "Just like I always do, I'd imagine."
"Don't be silly, Olivia. You know what I mean You can barely stand up on your own. You can't drive or cook or get from one room to another...."
"I just sprained my ankle, Brian. It isn't exactly life threatening."
"Of course not. But you know what I mean. You need some help around here, at least for a few days. I was worried about her, and my concern was genuine, I wonder how she's going to cope if am not around.
"Don't worry. I'll manage," she replied simply
"I am worried. And that's no answer." I said on very serious note waiting for her to give me a good reasoning.
"Look, I know you feel responsible for the way I hurt myself. But I've told you before, it was in no way your fault. You don't need to worry about Noah and me. We've faced a lot worse situations on own before Believe me,"
"I do believe you, I said in a serious tone. I pushed my hand through my thick, mussed hair. "But l'm concerned for you, anyway."
"I have lots of friends around here, Brian. If I need help, all I have to do is pick up the phone." She replied with a light shrug