101. Hades and Zeus
My watch buzzes with an incoming call.
*It’s Dakota.*
“Hey.” His deep voice echoes through the corners of the house as I click on answer, taking me by surprise.
“Hey..” I utter and look around, trying to figure out where to answer, only to realize he has microphones and speakers all over the place.
“You finally woke up!” He comments.
“Yeah! Someone forgot to program alarm on my watch.” I call him out teasingly.
“Ma-dam, your alarm even woke up my other personality. God! You really sleep like a dead body.”
“What? And you sleep like a baby!” I shoot back, unable to resist the playful poke.
“Well.. I actually did, last night.” He admits softly, which surprises me. He even sound calm and relaxed, something I rarely notice in him.
“What are you doing?” Dakota inquires.
“I.. just had a pool party with your dogs.” I tell him, dabbing the paper-napkin on my neck.
“Pool party? With Hades and Zeus?” His voice doesn’t hide the high octaves of surprise.
*Woah.. Cool names! Suit the troublemakers.*
“Yeah, they are darlings.” I look out, watching Hades and Zeus frolicking around the backyard like crackheads.
“But your little monsters splashed water on me and now I am all wet. Plus, some miser has hidden all my clothes, and emptied my wardrobe, so I guess I am stuck with nothing to wear.” I taunt him playfully.
“You can wear my clothes.” Dakota’s deep whisper fills the house. “You did look quite striking in my shirt last night.”
His bold flirt catches me off guard, stirring something unexpected in me.
“Oh.. Then maybe you should lend me some more of your shirts, Mr. Black.” I suggest, hearing his laughter in the background.
“Haha! You can have my entire wardrobe, Miss Stone.” He offers generously.
“Liar! I have tried before and it’s always locked.” I complain, half-serious.
A brief pause hangs in the air, and all I hear is soft tappings of thumb, before Dakota finally says, “Unlocked.”
Curiously, I stride towards his room and when I twist the handle of his bedroom, the door swings open.
His depressive room welcomes me and I couldn’t help but think out loud, “You must have hardly brought any girl to your bedroom.”
“Emara, you are the only girl I ever let in my house.” His voice deep and intense, with a hint of sincerity.
“Really?” I gasp, genuinely shocked, but quickly cover up my surprise. “I-I thought you must have dated many girls.” And casually comment, entering his walk-in closet.
A vast array of tailored suits occupies the main section, shades ranging from classic blacks, grays to deep blues and earthy browns, each in its own plastic cover to protect the fabric.
“Hmm..” Dakota hums, almost sadly. “But none of them stayed more than a month.”
“Why?” The question escapes my lips as I look through his collection of shirts, organised by colours moving from whites to light pastels and then to the darker shades to blacks.
“Well.. Those girls couldn’t handle my contradicting behaviour and unstable mood swings. They complained about my fluctuating temper, and started calling me bipolar. One even accused me of manhandling her on the road, said I pushed her off, which I swear I never did. Then there was another one who called me *psycho-face*.”
I couldn’t help but wrestle to suppress my laughter, completely relating to those girls.
“I never understood why she called me that. I mean, sure, my behaviour can be a bit erratic at times, but what is a psycho-face?” Dakota asks in the most perplexed way, as if a mystery of his life he still couldn’t solve.
“Like a face a psycho patient makes, or she did she indirectly call me a psychopath?” He thinks murmuring.
I fight a chortle in my throat, while his confused tone on the top makes it even funnier. *He has no clue!*
“Woah! You are enjoying my misery, aren’t you?” Dakota comments, catching on.
“No. I am not.” I struggle to keep my tone serious, but end up giggling as the image of his psychotic face dances in my head.
“Yes, you are.” He says in a dead tone. “I can hear your laughs.”
Unable to hold back any longer, I burst into laughter, holding my stomach. “I am so sorry.. It’s just.. I have this disorder of laughing at weird moments.. I really didn’t mean it.”
My chuckles of laughter spill out uncontrollably while I hear him sigh deeply, and I know he must be rolling his eyes at me.
“God! You are the weirdest girl I have ever met.” Dakota whispers, with a hint of amusement in his tone, and suddenly his voice takes on a serious note.
“Okay, listen.. I have a meeting, and I called to let you know that Charlie will pick you up at 5. You will get ready at Antonio’s, and then we will head to the event at 7. Got it?” He says with an authoritative edge in his tone.
“Um.. Antonio?” I raise my doubt.
“The place we went shopping yesterday.” He reminds me.
“Oh..Okay. Got it.” I confirm, trying to sound as professional as he does.
“Good. I’ll see you at 7 then.”
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