Soul for sale
927 Words
I can't even remember how I got home after I left Parker Tower. It's like my body moved by itself, knowing the way, without my brain's help. Not that my brain was able to function normally, every time I tried to use it a single image would pop out: his black, intense eyes looking demanding into mine. For a person that was acused her entire life of being stubborn, I seem to lose myself way too easy when he is around and I am not sure what to think about it.
Before I can open the front door, Lidya jumps in front of me, with her baby eyes wide open in anticipation. I smile knowing I signed my death sentence for letting her in the dark for so long.
"You owe me an explanation, young lady." She puts on a devilish smile.
"And the universe owes me an even bigger one." I answer acting exasperated.
I put my bag down and throw myself on the couch.
"I am soo tired, and the funeral is tomorrow, and I had no time today to think about it and I don't know if that is a good or a bad thing. I simply don't know. Call me Jon Snow because I know nothing!"
She giggles and comes to stay next to me.
"It's the first time in six months that I see you being yourself and thinking of something else. I am sure your mom is as happy as I am to get you back."
I give her a smile.
"Thanks, Lidya.I don't know what I would do without you."
"Hey, I want to know what you DID without me!"
I sigh and hug a pillow.
"I went there to give him the keys and he ignored me, but I thought that's for the best, you know? Well everything would have gone smoothly if my big mouth stayed closed. But no, I had to be a smartass and make a comment about one of his cases."
"Did he get angry?"
She seems worried so I am quick to reassure her.
"No, no, he...aaa...He actually offered me a job as his assistant."
"As what?!"
Yes, thank you, that is a normal reaction to that kind of offer.
"You accepted?"
"No... not yet. I told him that I will think about it and I will give him an answer tomorrow. I really didn't know what to do. And then I ran out of there"
"You ran? Like in running? Why?"
Judging after her face she seriously considers to open my head and see what the hell is inside.
"He was soo close and I panicked, and..."
Now she seems mortified.
"Erica? Why was the hottest bachelor in this city soo close ?"
Good question! Why is that guy soo close to me every time we meet?
I sigh again and let her question hanging in the air for a while.
"The question I need to find an answer at is why do I like it?" She has the heart to act like she didn't hear.
She reaches to me and gives me big warm hug. I put my arms around her too. I didn't realize how much I needed a hug today.
"Come on, let's get some sleep and tomorrow we will figure out what to do."
I give her a sad-puppy smile and I nod. I am exhausted and I suddenly remember how comfortable is my bed.
Lidya drags me to my room after I complain that I can't and won't move an inch. She says a sleepy goodnight and then leaves me alone.
I give up fast at the thought of changing clothes and I decide that jeans are comfortable enough to sleep in.
I still take my bra off, pulling it down my sleeve. Not a really classy thing to do but a helpful one.
I throw myself on the bed and slip into a dreamless sleep.
I wake up the next morning with Lidya shaking my arm.
The funeral.
I don't want to get out of bed but I want even more for this day to end so I let out a big growl and throw my sheets away. What can I say? I am such a princess in the morning.
I take a short shower and dress in my black clothes like a robot. Lidya is making calls and takes care of the last-minute details. This girl is a true blessing. She helped me so much lately. I was such a mess that I wasn't able to get out of bed but to organize a funeral. She did all by herself while holding me at night when I was shaking because of the nightmares. She got me in when I sold my apartment to get money for the treatment and she refused every time I insisted to pay half the rent.
I watch her for a while; gesticulating, yelling at the phone about something wrong with the food. I owe her a lot. I owe her to put myself together and stop depending on her like a baby.
Before I can change my mind I take my phone out of my purse and delay the number on the card he gave me.
It rings four times before someone picks up.
"Yes."
His husky voice makes my knees weak for a second.
"Mister Parker, I am Erica Coner. I decided to accept your offer."
He pauses for a second and answers in a lower tone that I can feel vibrating through my belly.
"Then, Miss Coner, I will see you Monday at eight."
I can swear I could sense his smile before hanging up. I look for a second at my phone and I stat to have a weird feeling about all of this.
I can't help myself but wonder:
Did I just sell my soul to the devil?
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