Hey, guys, sorry for the delay but I had a rough weekend and some writers block. Here is chapter 11. Thank you to all the people that reviewed/followed/favorited my work.
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping and all I wanted was to take a shot gun and kill them all. After three days of bed rest I felt like I was going insane. The mere thought of staying another four days in bed was making me crawl up the wall and Sabina only made it worse with all her fussing and nursing. For God's sake I had a bump on my head and a few scratches, I didn't get mauled by a bear, but nothing worked, she was making sure that I stayed in bed and ate only healthy foods and that my blood pressure never went up, in a few words, my life was a boring mess.
"Sabina, just stop! Stop! I can handle it, I am not handicapped, I just have a bump on my head, I think I can fold my laundry myself. Go to work, your pub is waiting for you. Go, now!" I said, more like yelled at her as I shoved her out the door of my bedroom.
"But, Ramona, the doctor said one week of bed rest. You can't force yourself, it will only make your health worse." Sabina said, trying to reason with me, but you can't reason with a mad person.
"Laundry will not kill me, darling. Now, go before I kill you." I said smiling and shutting the door in her face.
"Okay, okay, crazy woman. I'll be home at 12 a.m., don't do anything stressful and if anything happens, call me, I'll have my phone with me all night." She said as she took her bag and left the flat.
After she left, I finally had the thing I prized most, solitude. I started folding laundry, washing the dishes, ironing, basically, doing anything I could to escape boredom. When the house was sparkling clean and the laundry was all ironed and folded, I realized I had nothing left to do, so I did what any girl would do, eat a lot of ice cream. Just as I finished a tub of chocolate liquor ice cream, the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 8 p.m. so it couldn't be Sabina, she would be still at work. I opened the door just a bit and saw that it was Mr. Gold, his hands full of paper bags. Oh, crap, I looked like something the cat dragged in, my curly hair appeared electrocuted, I had no makeup on and was still in my PJ's. I brushed a hand through my messy hair and opened the door completely.
"Good evening, Ramona. I hope I am not disturbing you from anything. Sabina told me you're alone tonight and I thought I should bring you something to eat." Mr. Gold said, sitting on the door still, waiting for me to invite me in.
"Oh, where are my manners? Please, come in, Mr. Gold. I have to say I wasn't expecting anyone tonight so please excuse my outfit." I replied smiling and inviting him in, closing and locking the door behind him.
"No problem, I find it quite refreshing. I promised you a cooked dinner before the accident didn't I? Well, I am a man of my word and tonight I am going to cook some shrimps with breadcrumbs and spices. You eat sea food, right?" Mr. Gold asked, taking out the ingredients for the lovely meal he was going to prepare for me.
"Yes, I eat sea food…but, Mr. Gold, you don't have to do this for me, or at least, let me help a bit." I said blushing at his kindness.
"No, no, no, Ramona. I promised you a meal cooked by only me and so shall be it. Now, let me open this lovely wine and then you will taste it as I cook. It won't take long, I promise." He said popping the bottle and taking out two wine glasses, pouring the red liquid into them.
"Thank you, Mr. Gold. You are so nice to me, you're making me blush."
An hour and two glasses of wine later, I was quite tipsy and the dinner was served. The shrimps looked amazing and the smell of spices made my mouth water.
"You are quite the cook, Mr. Gold. This looks amazing, next time I will be the one cooking, deal?" I asked taking a seat at the table and taking a bite of the shrimp.
"Deal, darling. But only if you will let me take you to the Miner's fair." Mr. Gold said eating slowly then taking a sip of the lovely wine.
"Are you asking me on a date, Mr. Gold? Because if you are, I have to warn you, Sabina says that I am a crazy woman." I said jokingly, never going through my mind that Mr. Gold was being serious.
"Well, Ramona, I have to say that I am indeed asking you on a date. If you don't want to go I understand." He replied, looking at me with almost predatory eyes, making me shiver.
"No, that is not the case. I just never thought that you would consider dating me, that's all. I would like it very much, going on a date with you, that is." I blushed getting up and gathering the dishes, getting ready to clean them.
"I am happy to hear that, Ramona. Here, let me help you, you wash, I'll dry them." He said getting a rag and started drying the dishes.
After finishing them all, I started putting them back in cupboard, getting on my tip toes to reach a higher shelf when Mr. Gold came behind me, grabbing the glass from my hands and putting it on the shelf, leaning over me in the process. I turned around, looking him in the eyes, he leaned closer to me, his hands going around my waist, his cane propped on the table and his nose touched mine, our lips so close, they were almost touching. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and I grabbed him behind his neck, pulling him close to me and kissing his lips. The kiss was passionate, rough almost, he pulled me up and placed me on the counter, his hands rubbing along my spine, making me shiver.
Just as I was about to take his neck tie off, the front door slammed open and Sabina came in, tears running down her face and looking quite heart broken. I pulled away from Mr. Gold and ran to Sabina, hugging her.
"Sabina, look at me, look at me! What's wrong?! What happened?!" I asked, my fingers wiping her tears away.
"It's Graham, oh, God, it's horrible! Ramona, he-he's dead…"
That was chapter 11, everyone! I hope you had fun reading it. We had a steamy kiss going on in there, didn't we? Please review if you have the time.