The Glimpse of My Past

Liam’s P. O. V.

Feeling a heavy object on top of me, I slowly opened my eyes only to find Diane’s head leaning over my chest. I didn’t know what she was doing. But when she raised her head, she seemed to be slack-jawed that her chin fell on me, adding more weight in the process. Her brown and tantalizing eyes were stuck at me, making the muscle on my jaw suddenly twitch.

Isn’t she used to seeing a handsome angel in the morning? I wondered with amusement, but it would be best if this was her first time. It might be selfish to say because I didn’t have the right, but I would never like the idea of Diane waking up in the morning with another guy.

Raising my left hand as I was about to touch her head, my forehead creased with what she did next. She hurried away from me and brought the two stainless trays from the small table into the bed. “Hi! Good morning, Liam. Breakfast in bed?” she smilingly suggested.

I guessed this would be the first time that I would be eating my breakfast in bed. What I didn’t like the most was serving me some food in my bedroom, because apart from the fact that the white sheets would get dirty, I was indeed used to eating at the dining table. That was the proper way of eating, and that would make me feel more comfortable.

But I couldn’t say that to Diane right now. I didn’t want to offend her, most especially when she made an effort to bring our breakfast all the way here. Her smiles were radiant and heavenly, and I didn’t want her to remove those from her luscious and red lips. I wouldn’t want to affront her, so I ended up zipping my lips and did not treat it as a big deal.

Although I haven’t eaten yet, it felt like just looking at her already made me full. Being with her was already enough for me, and for that, I was grateful. She was unquestionably gorgeous even though she doesn’t wear any makeup at all. Waking up with her literally made me feel good in the morning. For the first time, I guessed I had to try having breakfast in bed… with her.

Still exhausted due to lack of sleep, my eyelids were still drooping. I was not able to react immediately. I was trying to adjust my eyes, waiting for them to become stable, and while doing this, I could not help but yawn. I pinned my back on the headboard then sat up straight. I didn’t bother to brush up my hair and just let it be as messy as it could be.

It was around five in the morning when I fell asleep because every other thirty minutes since Diane succumbed into her dreamland, she was moaning out loud for reasons I could not understand. What happened made me worry about her so much.

Janno came at around three o’clock to check my stuck car. They had it towed because gas was not the only problem. I was confused because it was a brand-new car. Since Janno was always ready, he had our men to bring me the three other luxury cars that I could choose from. I instructed him to leave the red corvette sports car.

Bruce and Marky were still awake by that time, perhaps they could not sleep with the power shortage. Marky even acted as the valet driver to park my car in his hotel’s parking lot. I instructed Janno to pay them for any inconvenience that I might have caused them, and also for taking care of my car in the middle of the road while I was waiting for him.

The father and son refused, but I told them over Janno’s phone that I would take this as gratitude, and someday, I would surely pay them back. It was a good thing that I paid Marky more than the cost of this room, and he might probably think that it was more than enough.

I was only calling Janno from the balcony because I didn’t want to leave Diane here in the room, knowing that it was still brownout. It was a good thing that I could see them from here. One more thing was the mere fact that Diane was moaning and groaning now and then. It wasn’t just a simple moan because she was even crying and squealing while tussling in the bed.

When the power was restored, Diane was still sweating profusely even though the air-conditioner was already set to the maximum level. She continued to scream out loud as if having a horrible nightmare. I had to tap her cheeks slightly to make her stop and help her feel relaxed.

For a while, she would become steady, but later on, she would scream again. I let her to pillow my left arm because when I did that, Diane suddenly calmed, and her nightmares had finally stopped.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Hey, Liam! Do you still remember me?” Diane innocently waved her hand in front of my face while her not-so-round eyes, paired with long eyelashes, were gleaming. She looked like a child because she was damn so cute. A child I would be willing to protect at all costs.

Then, I gave her a wide smile that almost reached my eyes. No one had ever taken care of me aside from my Nana Lydia. Growing up, my parents were always busy in America. But seriously, the amount of food Diane brought here just for breakfast could make me sleep even more. The two trays were so plenty of different types of food.

For breakfast, I used to eat only a wheat slice of bread matched with a black and sugarless coffee. Now, how are we going to consume all of these when we were just the two of us here?

“I’m sorry, Liam. I had no idea of what you liked for breakfast, so I took all of these for us. Hmm… and also, I want to thank you last night for staying here with me. I have nyctophobia* and that caused me to be extremely scared of the dark.” Then, she made puppy eyes and pouted her kissable lips.

Glancing away, my heart skipped a beat. In such scenarios, I was quite disgusted with women pouting their lips because I felt like they just wanted to act cute and pretty to draw attention. But Diane was different. This time, I averted my eyes because I might not be able to resist myself from kissing her.

“It’s okay. I told you that I won’t leave you, right?” I cleared my throat before asking her, silently prying if she could remember what she did during the dawn. “So, how was your sleep?”

“I was able to sleep comfortably, thanks to you. I just had a dream last night, but I have always been like that. I have always been bothered by that dream for years, but I already got used to it-like it just became normal,” she replied and busied herself preparing the food in the trays that were already organized. She could not look at me straight in the eyes.

Diane already opened up, but I was interested to know what her dream was all about. Perhaps, that was the main reason why she was struggling on the bed and moaning out loud.

“Hmm, anyway… Diane. You brought us so many foods here. I’m fine with just garlic bread and coffee,” I told her with a smile.

At the mention of her dream, or should I say nightmare, she suddenly became gloomy as sadness enveloped her eyes. I didn’t want to see her crestfallen, and that was why I had to change the topic. If this would be the last time I would see her, I wanted to remember her glistening eyes with her lips curved into a sweet smile.

“It’s okay, Liam. I’ll make sure to consume all of these if you don’t want to anymore. Come on, shall we eat? I’m quite hungry,” she expressed while holding her small stomach. She looked at me, and the sparks in her eyes were all back. “But do you have any allergies?” she asked as her brown pupils dilated.

Amazed by what she had said, I pretended as neutral as I could be. I shook my head, silently responding that I didn’t have food allergies.

But wait! Can she actually consume all of these? So, were I able to meet a very sexy woman last night who can devour all of these for breakfast when I have to wait a day to finish all these and such? You are really amazing, Diane!

True enough, she was different from any other woman. I found her unique and amiable from all the girls I had met and dated before. For one day, I could no longer help myself from completely falling for her. I hated to admit it, but there was something about her that would make me want to break my previous promise to Leandro.

What was mine would always be mine. What was Leandro’s would always be his. It was only a matter of who came first in the process.

And at this time, I would be selfish to say that it does not matter anymore who came first. Diane’s choice would matter the most.

“Don’t worry, I don’t have food allergies. Let’s eat then!” I voiced out quite delayed as I dismissed my thoughts. I was ready to get my fair share of garlic bread when she suddenly shoved my right hand away.

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Nyctophobia* is a phobia characterized by a severe fear of the dark. It is triggered by the brain’s disfigured perception of what would or could happen when in a dark environment.