“What the Hell, Ed”
“Hey Babe! You look good”
“Aff! Don’t call me Babe. And you look terrible! Wipe that cocaine off your mouth”
“You got me Babe.” – She liked when I call her babe. Rolling her eyes, she helped herself inside my apartment. She knows all about my apartment. It was not long back my apartment was called our apartment.
“This has to be something good, Ed. I never wanted to see you again. And I am tired reading all your drafts for all year.” – She never looked at me since she entered my apartment. She thinks that she is the reason for my lack of talent. She sat down on the sofa.
“Babe. I know you feel guilty because you were the one who broke up with me. But it’s not your fault, Babe” – I can feel that it triggered something inside her. She suddenly looked at me, eyes blazing.
“I feel guilty? Or I should be feeling guilty?”
Shit! She took it in the wrong way. Before I can open the mouth, she started shouting.
“It has been one year since we broke up. And our relationship has been professional ever since” – She stood up and pointed her finger towards me – “You promised me it would be professional between us.” – poking her middle finger on my chest.
She’s right. She was going to resign from my editorial department. What was I supposed to do? I just wanted to make up to her for my mistakes. I cannot do that if she’s not around me. And why was she furious. Couldn’t she think that I am in love with her and that I would never blame her for anything.
“Babe, I …”
“Don’t you fucking call me that”
“Okay. Listen Helena. I never meant to blame you or anything. And We never broke up! You broke up. You broke Us. I never stopped loving you. You stopped loving me. And I don’t blame you for that too.” – I can sense her breath. She is cooling off. Taking that as my queue, I continued.
“Helena. Babe. I want you to know that I haven’t been myself lately. And I am sorry if I hurt you in any way.” – Thank god! She’s relaxing. She sat on the sofa. I sat near her. I looked her and she looked me back, “You can kiss me now…” I grinned mockingly.
She gave an angry look.But she looked sexy to me.After a moment of that look she said "You suck at romance, You know that right?".She look irritated.Before she gets more irritated, I need to do something. I showed the whiskey bottle on the table and asked her "One small?" She nodded her head without much expression.
She laughed back and softly punched me on my chest. She brushed her thighs and looked the Whiskey on the table.
“Help Yourself” – I told her.
I leaned in front of me and poured a pint of the Whiskey. She’s wearing my favourite perfume today. God, she smelled heavenly. She sipped the glass and looked at me.
“So!”
“So!” – I mocked back.
She stiffened. She didn’t like my mockery, I guess.
“What’s the news?” – She asked nonchalantly, taking another sip of the whiskey.
Here comes nothing, “Babe. I finally got it” – She raised her eyebrows in confusion.
“Got What? Done writing your supposedly good draft?”
I tilted my head and with an exciting grin, “I finally got why I have been lacking my Edmond genre for all these days.”
“…” – She made her face like she wanted more than that info.
I always like when she acts like a professional. I sighed and said, “Do you remember when you read my draft of Being Alone?”
She nodded her head without saying anything. Of course, she remembers that. She was the one that edited that novel on its initial stages. I almost gave up on that novel. That’s when I asked her to move in my apartment. We worked on that novel day and night. That’s when I forgot the presence of her and indulged myself in that novel. It was around my fifth draft of that novel, I started involving in it too much that I literally forgot Helena’s name. But she never got furious with me. We even stopped making love with each other. And when I finished the fifth draft, I realised that I have been writing the novel for 78 days straight except for sleeping, eating and recessing.
I gave her the fifth draft of Being Alone. And for another 11 days, I was waiting for her to finish editing my novel. She was always quick on her work. Exactly on the 12th day, she finished editing the draft. She looked at me and smiled. I knew it would be the final draft.
“Well. How was it? Do I need to write another draft?”
She neared me and answered me with a kiss. I didn’t expect that. After a minute-long kiss, she looked at me. I stared her back. Something inside my stomach started hardening. I lifter her up. All I could hear was her sexy laugh. That did it.
We both made love. It was a rough one. 50 days of hunger was getting satisfied for both of us.
I sensed a hard on rising thinking about the past. I wanted to kiss her right then. I looked at her lips and my stare went down to her jaw. When my stare went further down,
“I know about the novel and I know how it topped the charts when it got released. It was your third best book that sold over 50 million copies all over the world. What about it?” – She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.
I still had my hard on, but it was not the time. Not yet!
I smiled, “Babe. When I… When we finished the final draft of that novel, I realised something. Something that made that novel a huge hit.”
“…”
“Remember this. When I was writing the novel, I involved writing in that novel so much that I forgot your name.”
“…”
“Well. I need that kind of involvement now.”
Helen’s face was starting to get furious. I know the tough part is coming. She won’t like it. But I must tell her. Before she could open her mouth, I urged.
“I am going to go AWOL for the next 6 months. So, please don’t try to find me.”
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