CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
OLIVER
After hitting several trash cans, throwing up into a few, almost getting into an accident twice, I suceeded in driving myself home. I could have called a designated driver instead of going on a suicidal mission. But I held on to the hope that maybe I'd hit a traffic light and tumble off the road, or drive off a cliff, hit my head, and die. But unfortunately, that didn't happen.
I dragged myself into the mansion. The house was very quiet and dark. The only source of light was from the moon, cascading into the living room through the windows.
I had given all the workers in the mansion the day off, except the security personnel. I couldn't risk my safety for anything.
'Says the man who just drove home like a friggin maniac.' a voice said inside me.
I didn't want anyone to see me like this. It was only Dallas and I in the mansion. I wasn't worried about her seeing me due to our recent 'hide and seek' game. She would probably be asleep by now.
I strolled further into the living room, trying to navigate my way through the darkness. I made it to the foot of the stairs before I slumped to the floor. I stared at the ceiling, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. It didn't work.
I heard footsteps descended the stairs, but I didn't have the energy to stand up. I know it could only be Dallas. My head was heavy and I was feeling dizzy. .
"Jesus! Oliver, you scared me. Why are you sleeping on the floor? Are you drunk?" I heard Dallas sweet voice. My little monkey. I wanted to smile but I was too weak.
"Oliver! Oliver!!" Dallas called taping me gently. I felt a slight touch on my forehead.
"Jesus, you're burning up." Her voice was laced with worry. It was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
I opened my eyes slowly, dragging my gaze around. I was in my bedroom. The last thing I remembered was blacking out at the foot of the stairs and Dallas's voice. My eyes landed on Dallas sleeping beside me curled up in a fetal positon. She was clutching a small towel in her hand. I sat up on the bed and stared at her.
A smile tilted at the corner of my lips. I never thought I would admire a human being while doing the most ordinary thing like sleeping. But I couldn't stop myself. She looked so beautiful and peaceful when she is asleep. So different from the feisty Dallas Valencia I was accustomed with.
I need to go to the bathroom, but I know stepping out of the bed could wake her. I didn't want that. I chose to stay back for a while and enjoy the view. I brought my fingers to her face and removed the strand of hair falling on her face. my fingers slightly grazed her cheeks. I relished in the way her skin felt so good to my touch. She stirred in her sleep and I thought she was going to wake up. But she didn't. I stood up and went to the bathroom. I came out a few minutes after to see her standing from the bed, attempting to leave the room.
"Uhm... I fell asleep when I was trying to reduce your fever. I'll leave now that you're fine." She rushed her words, heading for the door.
It didn't escape me that it was the first time, after she walked in on me half naked, she is in my room for something other than to clean it. She had forbade herself from entering my room after that 'incident'. The memories of what happened after she saw my cock flashed across my mind. The fact that she was in nothing but a short pajama wasn't helping matters. I quickly erased the thoughts. This is not the time for that.
"Stay." I said, my voice low but firm. She halted in her steps immediately.
"Do you need me to get something for you?" She asked
"No, I just want you to stay."
I walked to the couch and took a seat. She stood in the middle of the room, fidgeting with her pajamas. I tapped the empty space beside me. She reluctantly came to sit beside me. We sat in silence for what seem like eternity, neither us was willing to break the silence.
"Are you feeling better now?" She asked suddenly.
"Yes."
Another uncomfortable silence settled between us. It was obvious with the way she keeps stealing glances of me that she had several questions on her mind.
"You can ask." I said, swallowing hard.
It's only fair she knows the reason for my weird allergy if she is goig to be curing me. The thought that I wanted to be fair to her almost made me chuckle. But I managed to hold it in. I never do fairness. But that was before Dallas.
"What happened to you tonight? Did someone touch you?"
"No. Today was my dad's death anniversary." I managed to force the words past the lump in my throat.
Dallas stared at me, her eyes full of empathy.
"I'm so sorry. I had no idea." She said in a low tone. She gently patted my shoulder in a consoling way.
I wasn't surprised that she didn't know. My mum makes sure to keep the event away from the media. It's strictly for families only. To the whole world, My father died in a car accident two decades ago. No one knows when he died, except the people close to us, and a few police officials who were paid for their silence. Mum claimed she didn't want negative attention to be drawn to us. But I was certain it's because she doesn't want the world to know that her son killed his father.
"I killed him." I blurted out.
Dallas expression melted into confusion.
"I don't understand."
"I was the one who killed my father two decades ago."
"Didn't he die in a car accident? It was all over the internet for years. Were you in the car with him at the time of his accident? You don't have to blame yourself for his death."
I let out a dark chuckle.
"Don't believe everything you see on the internet, little monkey. Not eveything is true."
I stared straight into her eyes, holding her gaze. The temperature in the room dropped and my eyes darkened.
"I killed him, Dallas. And now I'm going to tell you how I did it." I said, my voice plain and void of warmth.
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