Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 36

"No." I told him the truth. "It's just…it's too much for one day…all at once…" I shook my head, trying to get the pain out. "I need to ask you stuff, I just can't think of any questions..."

"C'mon," He turned around and put his hands in his pockets. "I'll make you some tea. When your clothes get dry, I'll take you home. Okay?"

I nodded.

His kitchen was…sort of clean. Well, compared to the last time. I mean it still looked pretty horrible, but at least the dishes were clean, drying on the kitchen counter. No empty milk cartons, or beer cans, or bags of chips…no nothing. "It's so…neat." I couldn't help but to comment.

"Yeah," The water in the cattle started boiling. "when I'm nervous I clean. Or cook. Whatever." He took the pot with the hot water and turned off the stove. I chuckled. He reminded me of my mom a bit.

Big bad wolf cleaning when nervous.

That was just hilarious. "Here." He offered me a cup of hot chamomile tea.

I tasted it. It was disgusting. So bitter. "This is horrible." I coughed while trying to laugh.

"Sorry." He chuckled. His eyes suddenly became dark again. Dark like the darkest night. "You know, you can ask me anything. Anything at all." He clenched onto his cup of tea. I could see the misty cloud of white steam coming out of it. He still didn't taste it. No wonder he kept on making it.

"Yeah…" I crossed my legs, moving around, uncomfortably. "How long have you, um, have this job?" I started pattering against the cup with my nails, nervously.

"For about," He stopped for a second to think. "two years, I think."

"Since you were fourteen?"

"Actually since I've been fifteen, but I'm gonna be seventeen soon. So it's actually been almost two years."

"How many…How many wom…clients did you have?" I asked cautiously.

"Just one. She's old and lonely. And rich. She gave me a lot of money…for that." He bit his lips, his eyes moving in all directions, like they were looking for a way out. "I was the lucky one."

"What?"

"I mean compared to the others. My fellow co-workers. They have to work with a lot of clients, for a small amount of money…I'm…I am not that bad looking," He sadly smirked. "so I managed to get a rich and permanent client. Beginners luck, I guess." He did look really gorgeous. If you didn't knew him, you could've easily mistaken him for a model. He looked like somebody carved him from marble. Like he was a piece of art, which came alive and escaped his master artist.

"What…What is she like?" I tried to erase that memory of her and Lucas. I didn't want to have an image inside my mind of Lucas kissing someone else. It hurt too much.

"I don't know," He sighed, leaning back in his chair, looking obviously uncomfortable. "all I know is that she's filthy rich. And her last name. Mrs. Jackson or something."

"Is she married?"

"Lucas," I started. "I need time. From all of this. I need to get my head together."

"I understand. I'm not…I'm not forcing you to do anything. You don't owe me anything. I just…it's a promise, if you'll have it." He mumbled. He seemed so scared. A side of Lucas I've never seen before.

I nodded.

"You must think I'm a freak." He painfully laughed.

"No," I shook my head. "I don't think that. Besides, if you're a freak, then I'm a freak." I smiled back, with sadness in my heart, lifting up my wrist, shoving him the shameful scars of sorrow.

"No, don't compare your secret with mine. Yours is not disgusting like…mine. Yours is horrible, but…you won't do it anymore. Because you promised." He said softly.

"Because I promised you." I corrected him, making him smile a bit. "Besides, that's not the only secret I have."

"Oh?" He looked up at me, asking for an explanation.

"I, um…well, there's this thing I do. When I'm upset. I, um…I stop eating for a few days or so…to numb the pain."