It worked as expected
Bridget’s pov
"Who's at the door?" Taylor asked, and I could hear approaching footsteps.
"It's Brigdet," I responded, hesitating briefly as the door swung open. Hearing his voice brought immense relief, dispelling the worries that had occupied my mind on the way to the front door. I took a deep breath.
"What?" I exclaimed, pointing to her bandaged leg. "What happened to you?" I crouched down and gently touched her injured leg. We remained at the doorway as I asked again.
"What happened to you?"
"Didn't your friend inform you?" he queried, clutching his crutches.
"She did, but I thought it was a minor injury. I didn't expect it to require crutches," I replied, lifting my gaze and contemplating entering the living room.
"Where is Larisa?" I lowered my voice. Taylor stepped aside, granting me access into the house. It felt like a small victory.
"Larisa?" I called out once more, hoping for a response that I knew wouldn't come, yet simultaneously praying it wouldn't be true.
"Please, is Larisa inside?" I gestured towards the interior of the house, firing off these questions in rapid succession, desperate for confirmation.
"No," he replied, making his way to a chair and sitting down after closing the door.
"Where has she gone?"
"Hmm... no," he mumbled, initially struggling to speak. "When did you last see her?" He directed his gaze towards me.
"It's been a while, but we spoke on the phone a few days ago. Why would she do something like this, leaving you alone? You need significant support now, more than ever. Even if you did something..." I paused, emitting a sympathetic sigh.
"What do you mean by 'something like what'?" he asked, displaying interest for the first time. He motioned towards the chair, indicating that I should take a seat.
"I understand that everyone makes mistakes, but what she told me wasn't a mistake on your part..."
"On my part? What is it?" He interrupted, his eyes and voice brimming with curiosity.
"Please, let's not bring it up. It's not necessary. Can we just put it behind us, please?"
"No, tell me. I promise I won't mention it to her."
"I'd rather not." He insisted, but I couldn't help but chuckle at his response.
"You might not realize it, but when you mention it to her in your intimate moments together, your mind must have gone blank. Please, I don't want to jeopardize my relationship with her."
Taylor initially smiled, but he persisted, urging me to disclose what Larisa had said.
"Alright, she mentioned that she didn't appreciate your behavior during your last visit to her workplace... let's leave it at that. I hope you understand now?" I stared at him.
"What did she say I did? Come on, tell me." He was eager to find out.
"Did you bring her favorite meal to her workplace some time ago?"
"Yes, you're right. I actually brought her favorite lunch. So what did she say after that?"
"Please, I'd rather not mention the exact words. It's a bit embarrassing."
"Tell me, I'm curious." He insisted, and I remained silent, allowing him to be receptive and prepared for what I was about to reveal.
"She mentioned that you acted childishly. And please, don't let her know I told you."
"I promise," he said, and upon hearing the word 'childishly,' his expression changed. I needed to keep him engaged or captivated by our conversation.
"Are you home alone in this condition?"
He remained silent initially.
"Is there anyone else in the house with you?" I inquired.
"No."
"How are you managing?" I could sense his vulnerability through his response.
"I... I'm alone. I'm managing."
"Oh my goodness! Like this? I came to see Larisa, but now I don't know how I can help you instead. What can I do for you?" I walked into the house and headed straight to the kitchen to check the pots. A few minutes later, I returned.
"No food. How do you manage to eat?" I expressed sympathy.
"I order my meals."
"No, no. Larisa would have prepared a variety of dishes for you, even if she's away. So when is she coming? I don't like the way she's treating you. I know how much you've helped her mom and how deeply you care for her. Why would she do something like this? She hasn't shown you any gratitude. You need to talk to her; she's not handling things properly at all. If I were to tell her, it would seem like we've been discussing it behind her back." I moved back to my seat and inquired,
"So what are you having for dinner?"
"I've already ordered a meal."
"No, you should cancel it. I'll prepare something for you to eat. Please, cancel that order. What's your favorite food? In your current condition, you should be indulging in what you love the most. It can help with your healing process."
"Wow! You've made my day. I appreciate your concern for me. I didn't realize you had such a kind heart."
"But please, don't let Larisa know I'm doing this for you. She might get jealous. In fact, don't mention that I visited today," I smiled, and he smiled in return, saying,
"I completely understand. Why would I tell her?"
I stood up and approached him, taking another look at his injured leg, displaying empathy on my face. Finally, he told me his food preference, and I headed to the kitchen to prepare it. Deep down, I knew that by the time I finished cooking, it would be nighttime. So I deliberately took my time.
It took me fifty-five minutes to prepare the food he desired, and I set it on the dinner table. We enjoyed our meal together. The way I took care of him quickly made him forget that I wasn't his girlfriend. He felt at ease in my presence, and I attentively watched over him, ready to assist whenever he needed help, whether it was moving or sitting down.
My helpfulness made him value my presence, and when it was 8:30 PM, I pretended that I needed to leave.
"Can you manage on your own? I feel guilty about leaving you in this condition."
"I have to be honest with you. You've truly made my day. This unexpected turn of events has been delightful. I would have loved for you to stay and leave tomorrow morning. Getting up early is quite challenging for me, as it causes a lot of pain."
"Okay," I giggled, igniting curiosity within him, and he inquired.
"Why are you laughing?"
"What if Laura comes later today and discovers me spending the night here on her behalf? Should I call her and inform her about my stay? I prefer to be transparent and avoid any unnecessary accusations."
"No, there's no need to inform her about your stay."
"I am more than willing to be here in the morning and evening, after work, to assist you. However, moving around at night poses certain risks. I didn't anticipate spending so much time here, but I have no regrets."
"Please, stay. It's me who's asking you to stay. Larisa isn't coming, believe me."
I giggled once again, took a seat, and continued laughing, playfully flirting whenever the opportunity presented itself.
"Why are you laughing like that?" He smiled too, and I couldn't help but notice his striking handsomeness.
"I'm just imagining things."
"What things?" He inquired.
"Don't worry about it."
"Why do you always keep me in suspense? I had no idea you were so conversational. All I've noticed about you is that you always have a smile on your face."
"You can't easily decipher what's on my mind. I propose that we play a game of your choice. If you win, I'll reveal what always brings a smile to my face."
"That sounds intriguing. I'd love to play, and I'm genuinely curious about what's on your mind."
"Then let's play. What kind of game do you have in mind? Or which one do you enjoy the most? I know you'll choose a game you like, hoping to uncover the secret behind my smile."
"Of course. Let's play a game of chess," he suggested once again.
"You'll undoubtedly defeat me at chess. But before we begin, why don't I freshen up with a bath? Hmm!" I hummed, capturing his attention once more.
"What's that?"
"I didn't plan on staying here, so I didn't bring any spare clothes. Can I borrow one of your shirts and a pair of boxers?"
"Yes, of course. Why not?" He accepted without hesitation. I rose from my seat, and as I was about to leave the living room, I turned to him playfully and said,
"If I win against you, I'll dare you to do something. And if you win, you can dare me to do something, and we'll keep the secret between us!"
"Yes! Yes!! That sounds like fun. Go ahead and take your bath quickly. I can't wait for us to start the game."
“I will dare you anything that comes to my mind,” I giggled in the room.
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