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  1. CHAPTER 19 The next day, Saturday, I woke up late and took it slow that morning. I treated myself to a long, hot shower and then a drawn out breakfast. Both Olivia and Michael were nowhere to be seen, but I knew Olivia would spend most of her day downstairs, at the Hotel spa. It was around noon when I had installed myself on the sofa in the living room, writing a bit in my diary, trying to figure out the last few days. I chewed on my pen and was about to continue writing, when Michael s
  2. CHAPTER 16 Yo, diary, Sorry, but I feel the need to change the greeting. The chick factor was way too high when I use ‘dear'. Michael's being weird, the last few days. I dunno... ever since that evening on the sofa, three days ago, I feel like he's been watching me. A few times I've looked his direction, and he either quickly looks away, or just grins. It's like he's on some sort of XTC pills, I think they're called Tony Blairs - they make you grin like a Cheshire cat. And last night? He
  3. CHAPTER 15 That evening, after dinner, I remained in the living room, writing a bit in my diary, and watching some TV. Olivia was on the phone in her room, talking to a friend of hers back home. I was just getting ready to settle in with the book I'd gotten from the bedroom, when I heard the elevator arriving at the residence, the soft ping announcing it. I looked at the clock; 8:30pm. I glanced over the back of the sofa when Michael stepped out. "Hi," I said, "Did you forget someth
  4. CHAPTER 14 I went to work, installing the game console, and Olivia watched as I did that, talking about her son. "I'm amazed," she said. "It seems that you've succeeded where I have not; to get a smile on his face." I shrugged, plugging a cable in. "He laughs plenty, if you ask me." "Well, he used to be so serious and, what's the word...boring. No smiles, no joy." Michael? Boring? I doubted that. "Has he told you about...my efforts?" I grinned and nodded. "Yeah, he tol
  5. CHAPTER 10 Dear diary, I have to admit something: I basically fled the room tonight. Why, do you ask? Weeeeeeeelll...we had to put on our first act today, and I think I screwed it up. Oh, don't worry, Olivia didn't suspect a thing, at least I don't think she did, but it was a little forced on my part. Michael apologized for it, and was kind enough to explain a few things to me I just haven't seen in the life I've lived so far. He explained to me what couples do in a relationship, and sinc
  6. CHAPTER 9 It wasn't like I could do anything else; he left me little choice. It was a shock, really, to feel his lips touching mine and I wanted to protest, but it was smothered quickly. As soon as I opened my mouth, his lower lip closed the small gap, capturing my upper lip with his, which were soft and warm. In Olivia's eyes it must've looked like one hot zinger of a kiss, but nothing could be further from the truth; no tongue, no nothing. But it was intimidating, having a large man like th
  7. CHAPTER 18 Hola diary, I'm getting somewhat confused here, a lot confused, actually. Something happened tonight, and I just don't understand it. Growing up with strict rules, even puritan at times, has made me who I am today. My parents are very religious, but I've always thought they took it a bit too far at times. Now I‘m sure they have, because if they had tried to live a bit more in this world, instead of living their lives according to a book that was written in a time when humanity be
  8. CHAPTER 17 It was 10pm when Michael came upstairs that night. Olivia was in her room, arranging a short trip to visit a friend of hers in Florida; she'd been on the phone for almost two hours now. Michael said hello, to which I replied the same, absentmindedly, watching a show on TV. He disappeared for several minutes and when he came back, he had changed into casual clothes and he came over, sighing deeply as he sat down beside me. "Busy day, huh?" I asked, glancing sideways. "
  9. CHAPTER 13 I guess I'd been pretty tired, because I never heard or noticed it when Michael turned in for the night. When I woke up the next day, he was already gone. Later that morning, I asked Olivia if she wanted to come with me to go buy the game console. She accepted the invitation, and we spent the next two hours on the town, visiting several stores. It was fun to introduce her into the world of videogames, and she looked at it all wide-eyed and amazed. I bought the console, two contr
  10. CHAPTER 11 The following morning I spent with Olivia. She asked me to escort her to some of the stores; she needed a few items she'd forgotten to bring with her. We strolled around for a few hours, window shopping and just talking; it was very informative. We ended up in one of the restaurants, to rest, and to have some tea and coffee. She was quite talkative about her son, and I learned quite a bit about him. Olivia elaborated about his time at Eton, back in England, and later on at Har
  11. CHAPTER 12 After dinner, Olivia retired to her room, and I had the place to myself. I watched TV for an hour, a fun show fittingly called Las Vegas on NBC, in which the security of a casino was depicted. If even half of what happened in that show was real, I almost started to feel sorry for Michael. After the show was over, I scoured the books in the study, marking a few titles with yellow post-its, and made another move in the chess game; hmmm, maybe Michael wasn't a novice after all. His
  12. CHAPTER 25 When I got back after about forty minutes, I was surprised to find Michael home already, and I got the distinct feeling that something was just not right. Both he and Olivia were in the living room facing each other, and his posture was a little...aggressive. Both of them looked at me, halting the conversation they'd been having, the last of which I'd captured as the doors of the elevator opened, with Michael's voice saying ‘please, don't say a word.' I shrugged off my jacket, h
  13. CHAPTER 22 I'd been lying awake from the moment I'd gotten into bed, thinking about the day itself, and tonight, but there was only one thing occupying my mind about it; Michael. Today he’d been funny, intelligent, and never moody, not even once; just enjoyable to hang with. We talked a lot about a whole range of things, from college to work. About friends and hobbies. It wasn't swapping details like our first day, this was genuine interest. And I had to admit that I was interested; whi
  14. CHAPTER 21 It was a little after eight when the pilot dropped us off on the roof of the hotel. "So, did you enjoy today?" he asked, as we got into the elevator. "Totally awesome," I replied, sending him a thankful look. "I wish we could've gone further, to Bryce Canyon." He smiled, and activated the control that took us down to the suite. "Maybe next time." That sounded like a promise. I yawned, and leaned against the wall, and he snickered. "I don't think you would've see
  15. CHAPTER 31 Michael motioned the bartender over and spoke to him. The bartender replied, looked at me, held up five fingers. The look Michael threw at me was less than amused, and he made a ‘no more' gesture. The bartender nodded and retreated off to a safe distance. It looked like he expected all hell to break loose. But that wasn't what would happen. Instead, Michael's hand tightly gripped my elbow and he pulled me off the stool, probably planning to kick my sorry butt back upstairs. T
  16. CHAPTER 32 I still didn't remember a single thing the next morning, as far as what happened downstairs in the bar. I remembered going there, even remembered Michael coming in, but that was about it. Nothing came to me that explained Michael's behavior that night, or from then on. My brain still felt too heavy when I came into the kitchen, where Michael was already present, and I only had eyes for the coffeemaker, mumbling some sort of reply to his greeting. "How's your head?" he ask
  17. CHAPTER 36 The following morning I woke up when Michael was almost done in the shower. I listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom, got up and snuck out silently. I was surprised to find that Olivia was already in the kitchen, making tea. "Couldn't sleep?" I asked, putting some water in the coffee-maker and switching it on. I sat down at the table and yawned. "I think I'm still on Florida time," she said, smiling. "What are you doing up so early...a guilty conscience perhaps?
  18. CHAPTER 33 I was about ready to step underneath the hot water when Michael, whom I'd hoped to escape, strolled in and then leaned against the door sill, watching. "What the f..." "Don't swear, you're not an Italian waitress," he interrupted. "I wasn't done so we'll continue here." "Michael...get out!" "There's nothing about you that I haven't seen before," he replied, shrugging. "I'll stay, thank you. So, your mother...what does she do?" "Nothing, she's just....a woman. Now would you
  19. CHAPTER 34 I stared at him for a long time, not knowing what to say. Then I shook my head, which made him frown again. "No...what do you mean no?" "It's impossible," I managed to say. "What's impossible? That I want you to stay? No it's not. These past few weeks...I've felt more alive than I have ever felt in my entire life. That's not impossible; that's great." "Michael... I'm nothing more than an illusion. You know that. You're paying me to play your boyfriend." "So? I
  20. CHAPTER 37 It was 4am when I woke up from the soft beeping of my watch-alarm. I had set it deliberately, and silenced it quickly. I listened to Michael's sounds; he was still deep asleep. As devious as it sounds, that was what I'd been aiming for; to tire him in such a way that even an atom bomb wouldn't wake him. I got up from the bed, where we'd moved after spending another hour on the sofa earlier that evening, and couldn't help but groan a little; he'd been particularly thorough
  21. CHAPTER 35 The next few days were hard, very hard, and when Olivia finally returned from her trip, I was at the end of my ‘rope' and almost cheerful to see her again. Okay, that's not fair; the time with Michael was quality time, but his behavior, at times, was such that he almost never left me alone, mentally or physically. Not like it was or felt clingy, not like that, but he definitely wanted to know everything there was to know about me, my life, my education, and my friends (which w
  22. CHAPTER 38 Olivia didn't speak until we were indeed airborne. By then, I was almost out of my mind with panic. "Dear boy," she started to speak, "don't you think it's time that we stopped this charade?" "What? I don't understand..." I began, but she held up her hand. "I want to know one thing, and one thing only." Her eyes fixed on mine as she leaned forward, taking my hands. "Do you really love my son?" "Of course," I replied automatically. "Don't give me the answer that
  23. CHAPTER 39 I returned around 11am, walking into an empty apartment. I’d half dreaded that he’d be home still, and catch me as I snuck back in to put everything back before he noticed. Finding him gone at least gave me time to prepare for what was probably going to be the most important conversation I’d ever had. I wondered how he’d react, when I told him to keep his money, in return for the one thing I wanted to hear. I just hoped he’d finally come right out and say it. Remembering that I’d
  24. CHAPTER 2 The room I was taken to was a comfortable one, and not too big. The woman, who had introduced herself as Carly Johnson, helped me get undressed and into bed. She was the casino host, she told me, and would try to make the next few days as comfortable as possible. The room was complimentary, since the hotel acknowledged their responsibility for the accident, she replied, on my statement that I couldn't pay for a room like this. "You just focus on getting better, and let us worry a
  25. CHAPTER 3 I arrived downstairs, once again prepared to find another bus to take me further away. The lobby had little more than a handful of guests, so I went to the front-desk to check myself out, waving Carly’s help away and handing her the key to the room I'd been staying in for the last four days. “Thanks, but you’ve done enough already.” I hugged her and thanked her once again. Then I hoisted my backpack up once again and was about ready to leave when my eye fell on the entrance
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