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back, which had caught my atte n tion every time I saw them. He carried me expertly t o wards the room and I switched off the light.
     

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SIX
     
     
    I woke up the next morning to a beautiful dawn. I had only intended to sleep a little late and then wake up to do my Saturday morning chores, but I slept all through the night and woke up very late. Whether I woke up late didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I slept well. In fact, better than I had in a long time. My colleagues were right. Sex has a way of helping in stress management. I wondered why I didn’t know this before now. This was not my first time at having sex. It was the first in six months, though.
    When my mind went to sex, I began to pat my bed blindly to get a feel of my partner, Cleve Reeves, to check if I could get some morning sex. When I tapped the bed for a while and I didn’t get a feel of him, I opened my eyes to see for myself.
    He was gone. Cleve Reeves was gone.
    I sat up, with a troubled feeling suddenly repla c ing the physical peace I felt when I first woke up. I didn’t expect he would leave, but I didn’t expect him to stay either. I didn’t know what exactly we had. If I knew, I would be able to decide if I should expect him to stay until morning or not.
    A few weeks ago, I thought I wanted him only for sex, only to prove the stress management theory. Ho w ever, when I woke up this morning and found that he was gone, I knew exactly what I wanted. I didn’t want him only to prove my stupid stress management theory, and I didn’t want him simply because we got along okay and the sex was good. I loved him and I needed him to be with me.
    I picked up my phone. I didn’t exactly know what I was doing, but I was going to call him. I was going to try to make him stay. The phone ringing in my ear matched the rate at which my heart was pounding. I was afraid that what we had was just a one-time thing, and that maybe he wasn’t expecting to hear from me again.
    “Addie.”
    I felt relieved when I heard his voice. Thank God, he picked up.
    “Hi, Cleve,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
    “I’m sorry I left. I had an urgent call from the o f fice. You were sleeping so peacefully that I didn’t want to wake you.”
    I felt more than relieved to hear him apologizing for leaving. At least, I now knew that he wasn’t trying to avoid me again.
    “You work on Saturdays?”
    “When you are the boss, you work every day,” he replied. “Hey, Addie. Do you want to have lunch or dinner with me today?”
    “Lunch,” I replied. I would have preferred a di n ner, but I had to prevent myself from jumping into his bed again. At least, not until I knew his intentions.
    “Okay, then, we’ll meet at Cheesy Res in an hour.”
    An hour ? My face went to my bedside clock. It was twelve noon. I didn’t know I had slept that late.
    “Okay.”
    I hung up and quickly rushed to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, took a shower and after about forty minutes, I was ready for the lunch date.
    I drove to Cheesy Res where Cleve was waiting. We made our orders and started to eat, but I noticed something. Cleve was quiet in a disturbing way. The enthusiasm in his voice when he called me an hour ago was not in his face. It was as if he didn’t really want to see me at all.
    Finally, he said something, “Addie, is there som e thing you want to tell me?”
    I was confused, but I answered anyway. “No, why do you ask?”
    “There is nothing you think I should know about?” he asked again.
    I was beginning to get scared. I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Nothing.”
    He sighed. “Well then, there is something I have to tell you.”
    When men start a discussion in that manner, something is usually wrong. “Are you breaking up with me?” I asked, hoping that I was wrong.
    “How can I even break up with you when we don’t even have a relationship?”
    I didn’t think I heard him correctly.