Why always me?
Sadie’s pov
Why does it always happen to me? Why is it that the person I love doesn’t love me back? Justin, whom I’ve secretly loved, has introduced me to his younger brother who I have ever met. When I think about what happened in Justin’s room, I feel unlovable. Initially, I thought he was falling for me. I could see it in his eyes and the way he looked at me. I didn’t realize his intentions were deceptive. Was he showing me care just so I would agree to date his younger brother? I’ve decided not to date younger guys. I don’t want to experience the same feelings I had for Leo. This feels like a heartbreak in secret, and this time, only I can understand and know what I’ve been through and there is no way I can explain this to Daisy or any other person.
Justin didn’t even chase after me when I left his room. He left me in pain to fend for myself. If he truly cared, he would have run after me and tried to make things right, especially since we were the only ones in the house. I wasn't important to him. Well, not that I’m not important, but he saw me as his daughter. If he saw me as his daughter, how could he look at me with seductive eyes and voice? Maybe it was just infatuation, and his voice reminded me of the man who showed me kindness at the hotel. All I knew was that because I’m attracted to older men, their voices now seemed similar.
He said I looked stunning, and I noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off my cleavage. I thought I had him hooked, and I imagined him pulling me closer to him on the bed. The bed was empty and ready, and I could already picture myself lying there, feeling his touch even before he laid his hands on me. When he held my fingers, there was an electric shock that ran down my spine. I couldn’t help it, but my breathing changed as my eyes saw beyond his sheer nightgown.
“You’re so emotional! You’re too emotional!” A strange voice echoed in my head, trying to bring me back to a balanced state. But my heart was breaking, and when I heard the knocking on my door, it instantly reminded me of when I locked myself in the restroom at the award ceremony hall after Leo shattered my heart against the wall. There was nothing Justin could say that would make me open the door. Just as he knew how to break my heart, I knew how to lock my door. What did he want from me? His presence couldn’t fix anything. I couldn’t openly confess my love for him, and even if I did, he wouldn’t have shown any interest in the first place. I was angry with him because he had made a move and showed initial interest in me.
“Sadie! Please, open the door,” Justin pleaded from outside of my room, and his voice sounded guilty. But I remained silent. The only way he could come in was if he broke his own door, just like the security men broke the restroom door when I wanted to be alone.
“Please, Sadie, I need to tell you something,” Justin continued knocking, and tears started streaming down my face in immense pain. What did he want to tell me? He had no idea how I was feeling, so it would be difficult for him to find the right words to say. Besides, I wasn’t going to come out and tell him what I wanted or I wanted him. I thought he would figure it out himself.
It was at this strange moment that something arrived, something that would change everything. I heard the notification sound of a text message on my phone. Wanting to divert my attention from Justin, I grabbed my phone and saw that the blind date app had finally sent me the long-awaited message. I was overjoyed and jumped out of bed, my mood instantly transformed. I didn’t want to read it with Justin continuously knocking on the door. I wiped away my tears and spoke out, trying to sound normal despite my cracked voice.
“I’m coming to open the door. Give me a few minutes.”
The first thing I did was change out of my tight clothes. I went to my wardrobe and put on different clothes and these clothes covered my sensitive part of my body completely. What if he noticed the change? I wondered. But the joy of receiving a message from the dating app made me shrug in front of the mirror.
“Who cares!” I said aloud, turning everything into a joke.
“Do you want to break your own door?” I opened the door, leaning against the doorpost with my right side, and looked at him while folding my hands across my chest. He seemed surprised, and I could see the amazement in his eyes. He didn’t know where to begin. Everything he had prepared to say was no longer relevant because of my new appearance and tone.
“I… I’m sorry. I thought you were crying?” Justin said, sounding apologetic.
“Crying? Nah, I was just joking,” I replied.
“You’re the most mischievous person I’ve ever seen,” he said jokingly, placing his right hand on my shoulder. I slyly moved my shoulder to remove his hand, as I didn’t want to build up any emotions.
“So, did you actually want me to meet your younger brother?” I asked.
“Hmm… it was just a surprise. I didn’t mean it,” he rolled his eyes, thinking I left his room because I was scared.
“I guess you came to my room for something,” he asked after a few seconds.
“Yes, to ask you what I should prepare for breakfast,” I answered.
“Well, don’t worry, let me be the one to prepare breakfast instead,” he said with a smile.
“Can you do that?” I exclaimed.
“Why not?”
“I’ve been wanting to ask, are you a former baseball player? I saw so many pictures of you in the sitting room,” I said and pointed my fingers towards the sitting room.
“Yes, and also a former coach,” he replied.
“Wow, that’s great! I used to be a cheerleader back in my school days,” I said.
“Really?” he opened his eyes. “Then show me some moves,” he moved his body in a funny way, mimicking the gestures of cheerleaders before games.
“I will, if you’re willing to teach me how to play baseball,” I teased.
“I can do that for free. We can do it tomorrow,” he said.
“Tomorrow, hmm…” I hummed, remembering the unread message on my phone and already knowing the outcome.
“I don’t think that will be possible tomorrow. I’ll be traveling,” I said, and I noticed a sad look on his face.
“I hope I’m not the reason you’re leaving so soon?” he asked.
“No, Daisy knew about it. I told her before I came, and she agreed.”
“What should I prepare for you?” he asked, and as I struggled to say what I wanted, he held my hand and playfully dragged me to the kitchen.
“Wait, please,” I said, but he didn’t listen. In the kitchen, he went to where the aprons were, took one, and put it on me. Then he came behind me to tie the strings.
“We’re cooking together!” he exclaimed, putting on his own apron and standing close to me.
“Please, help me tie the strings of the apron,” he requested.
With great joy, I took the strings and tied them. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, whether he thought I might try to run out of the kitchen or not. He quickly took one of the strings from my apron and deliberately tied it to his own, so if I tried to leave, it would drag him along.
“What are you doing? Are we a couple?” I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re not going anywhere. We’re cooking together, and I know you’re still a bit mad at me from last time in my room. If you’re leaving tomorrow, let’s have fun today,” he said.
“This is what couples do, but I’m not your wife,” I smiled.
“Then be my wife for the next hour as we cook together,” he said with all seriousness.
“What if my boyfriend sees me like this with you? Don’t you think he’ll be mad at you?” I asked.
“Yes, I know. Even if my daughter and wife see us like this, they’ll be mad at us. But I’m doing this to ease the anger in your heart, and I don’t know when I’ll see you again,” he said.
I wished he had done this earlier. I would have embraced him and kissed him. But then a negative thought struck me, and I told myself to stop thinking that way. I was going to meet my new boyfriend soon at the hotel. Despite that, a smile appeared on my face out of nowhere.
“Why are you smiling? Is it because I’m dragging you?” he asked.
“No,” I smiled again.
“What would you like me to prepare for you?” he asked.
“Hmm… make some French fries and…,” I began.
“Sauce?” he interrupted.
“Yes, whatever you’d love to eat,” I replied.
“You’re like a daughter to me, and I’ll treat you the way I treat Daisy ,” he said, but he was interrupted by a knock on the front door.
“Who’s that?” he whispered, and before he could finish, we heard Daisy ’s voice.
“Your daughter!” I said, and she playfully looked around. When he saw a knife instead of scissors, he looked at me and asked,
“Should I cut the string or should we let Daisy see us like this?”
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