Andrew's POV

That's what I get for caring about a girl's feelings, it must be karma, I should know it isn't in my blood to care about it.

What the hell has she put in that sauce?

Half of it was salt for sure, but what else? I shouldn't get sick from it.

Increase my blood pressure? Yes, but not throw up. 

Never, ever again have the courage of eating anything cooked by her? Yes again, but not having a stomachache.

I should simply migrate to the bathroom; I can't go too far from it anyway.

Quite a damage she has done, evidentially she hasn't obliged me eating everything, her and Dani's dish included. That is on me.

I'm a morrow. Kelsey's eyes start to get glossy and I act like a fucking hero, my superpower seems to be eating. Eating the most distasteful dish ever prepared by humankind. Great, at least I probably have saved two lives.

I'm fucking happy I always bring takeaways in our Thursday night meetings; I can affirm with a passion that it won't change. And after another round on the toilet, I can also affirm I won't be eating pasta any time soon.

I canceled my meetings for today, and that fucking adds a headache to the whole thing. With a full agenda, how should I make it five days in four? I'm a businessman not a fucking magician. There is no way I can perform any conference. In fact, they all hate my guts, something tells me they would be very pleased seeing me throwing it out.

Since I came here and have transformed the company and their business operation, we got more contracts, and it imposes them to work harder, to improve themselves, they all have that look on their face. I know the emotion quite well, hatred. The same look I have received from any girl I bedded. The look they give me when I'm hastily getting my things to leave, and they realize I won't ever call them. The look saying 'take your shitty clothes and stuff them in your ass before you leave'.

A video call from my sister halts my mundane thoughts. "Hey, look who is with me..." She turns the camera of her phone to the other side, showing nana on a bed, smiling at me, revealing even more the wrinkles on her eyes. Damn, I miss her. It is a fucking bless she is well and at home right now. I'm out of words watching her, relieved seeing her content and healthy.

This entire circumstance forces me to question what the hell am I doing here, it reminds me she won't be there forever and maybe I'm missing the last moments with her.

I felt fucking weak the entire week, shitty, unworthy because I'm far and couldn't help her as I should. I'm undeserving, ashamed to look at her right now.

"Oh, honey... I'm fine, look at me, I'm fine." She tells me with her weak voice, moving her arms all around her as she is showing me she could do anything. I laugh at her attempt.

"Nana..." Shit, I don't know what to say to her, what excuse to give, I should be there.

"She knows Andy," my sister starts talking," she knows how badly you wanted to come, she knows you couldn't."

I couldn't?

I fucking could, I should simply not listen to my father's worries and advice. Advice meaning threats, of course.

"Honey, are you okay? you look very palled and you are in bed in the middle of the day."

"I'm okay, just a little bit of stomach ache." When I say a little bit I really meant I'm fucking dying here, but hey, I shouldn't get her worried.

"Oh honey, you know you should drink the tea I  always prepared when you were sick..." she continues explaining about the herbs I should arrange, and the preparation.

It is too much trouble to arrange it I prefer continuing sick until my body reverts it on its own, or I throw everything up until there is nothing else inside of me.

She had a heart attack, she is weak, and she is worried about my stomach ache as it is the biggest issue of the year. This woman makes me smile. Why couldn't my mother be like her?

Talking about the demon, I recognize her presence in their room when I spot some tigress print moving around.

"Oh Andy, is that you?" Even her voice... argh- it is not enough her personality, her taste for clothes and her abnormally colorful and huge nails, no. Her voice irritates the hell out of me as well.

Doesn't she recognize her own son? Should I reply?

"I miss you, darling." It is official, she makes me hate the nickname Andy since she has given it to me, now she makes me hate the word 'darling' as well. It couldn't be a faker.

She misses me so much she called me zero times since I'm here. Yeah, delusional, in her head it is my duty to call my mother, to have news and worried about her. I don't, so we don't talk, at all.

"I have to go, take care nana."

One phone call set me to exhaustion, knowing the mess I left behind in London is tiring, knowing that one day I will have to deal with it is depressing.

An insisting knock on my door wakes me up. It seems is late afternoon already, I have a clue from the sunset now on my window, have I seriously slept the whole afternoon?

"Yeah?" I have no idea who could it be, knocking at my door at this time, I'm not sure I even want company at this point. I'm fucking dying, I probably have thrown all my organs up. Not a moment in life that should be shared with anyone else.

"Hi", a sweet feminine voice greets me, and Kelsey enters the room holding a bowl in her hands.

Bloody hell, It seems like food. It is a fucking bowl of food prepared by her? She is definitely trying to kill me. There is no fucking chance I'm going to smell it, not mention touch it. I prefer being killed by a knife directly in my guts before eating it.

"I brought you soup", she tells me, and my body quiver with the threat. I feel myself gagging already before even taking a look at it. God save me.

She places the bowl on my nightstand, while I supervise it. I keep my eye on it, inspecting, being sure it won't come any closer, as it will attack me on its own.

I'm still sick from her last meal, couldn't she wait until I recover from it?

"Charles has prepared it", she states annoyed, and I sigh in relief. Charles's cooking is safe.

It was the cue I needed to dig on it, I haven't realized how hungry I was. Well, I for sure emptied my stomach and haven't tried to eat anything the entire day.

Kelsey seats on the end of the bed watching me eat, uncomfortable, fidgeting the bottom of her red shirt. The way she keeps messing with it, lowering the collar as an outcome, it's sexy, provides me a better view of her. 

Moistening my lips, I raise my eyes to hers. I know she wants to say something, rolling the bottom of her lip between her teeth, then out, then in again. I let her dig in her frustration, flushing with my eyes on her.

Sue me, I like having a reaction from her, it gives me satisfaction, I don't even fucking know why. It just does.

"I'm sorry", she starts talking.

"For what?"

"For my cook I guess?"

"For poisoning me, you mean?" Yeah, now I begin having a reaction from her, it seems I can't stop it. I don't understand the effect she has on me, this need to have a response from her, to make her feel something. I'm uneasy about how everything is so intense with her, it doesn't make sense.

"You were stupid enough to eat it all." She blames me, as if it is my fault, she is raising her voice and changing her attitude. Not the reaction I was expecting I must confess. She changes between shy and feisty like no one. Probably the reason why I can't get bored with her.

"Well, you didn't have to try to kill me, or at least you could have succeeded to not make me suffer so much." She snorts at my remark.

"Please, stop exaggerating, it wasn't that bad."

"Are you sure? I'm sure my toilet wouldn't agree with you." She gasps now, I slight of guilt pass through her eyes, yeah, she didn't think I could go so far. Her expression quickly changes, she clearly is not going to buy my act.

She reminds me of my sister in so many ways. I rarely got sick, but every fucking time my sister insisted I am exaggerating, transforming it into a bigger drama. That I should just suck it up and go through it.

"I will make you a cup of tea", she states before leaving the room.

I smile adjusting myself on the bed. The truth is after sleeping the entire afternoon and eating the soup I'm feeling a lot better. Still, I keep my suffering face, I simply couldn't miss this opportunity, could I?

I hear her talking with Charles while preparing the tea, I only distinguish separate words, as 'work', 'throwing', and 'toilet'. I'm smart enough to figure the rest out.

She comes back with the tea and some pills. I'm not a big fan of medicines, I avoid taking them. Anyway, maintaining my act I take the pills and swallow them with the tea, observing Kelsey's reaction. She has now the same look on her face as yesterday. Yeah, that worried pout. Fuck, did I exaggerate with my drama? What exactly has Charles told her?

Now the guilt overtakes me. I like a reaction of her, but it seems not this reaction. And last time she has her glossy eyes I almost got killed. Yeah, no drama this time.

I reach for her, I want to kiss her, badly. To show I'm not that bad without saying it or confessing. Making her feel better, even forget about it.

Surely Charles is at home, the tv noises are noticeable from here. Kelsey let the door open, Charles could simply check on us without me realizing it. That's frustrating.

So, I use my thumb to take her lip between her teeth instead of my initial intention of using my own teeth.

I stare at her lips, taking another sip of the tea," I'm feeling a lot better." She raises her eyes at me again. "But you owe me, you owe big". I won't lose the opportunity though. Oh fucking no.

"I don't owe you anything." She sassy back to me. I'm always torn about which attitude I like on her the most.

"Oh, you do."

"And why is that?"

"For saving yours and Dani's lives last night," she gasps with my dramatic statement.

"Well, that was on you."

"No, it was on you and for you." Her mouth drops open, any sassy reply she had ready has died.

"You will return it to me Thursday night," I state, keeping my eyes on hers evidencing how serious I am about it. I will just have to restraint myself until Thursday, which is not far anyway.

"Oh, will I?" She gets feisty again, changing the tone of her voice, "I'm not sure I will have the time. I have my own ideas for Thursday night."

My prompt reply was cut short by Charles shouting Kelsey's name from the living room, I hate his timing. She leaves my room without any further words only a mischief glance, letting my brain inundated with images of her. Fuck.

Thursday arrives shortly, I couldn't say I wasn't eager for it. What has she been wanting to do?

I pass on a restaurant, as usual, and essential for my survival as I know now catching a takeaway.

I wait for Kelsey in the hall after knocking at her door dropping the food I brought once it is open. I don't fucking recall what type of cuisine I have just picked it up fifteen minutes ago. I hope it is eatable after the crash on the floor. Hell, I don't even mind it, because Kelsey is definitely trying to kill me.

My stomach is now fine, but she is going to give me a heart attack, leaned against the door frame, wearing only a black set of lingerie.

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Updating only once this week, but since my work sometimes consumes a lot more time than it should I can't always update twice a week.

Next week I probably will be updating only once again, let's hope it changes after.

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