The Misstep

Previously on EMOTIONALLY FALLING

"Let's stay and have dinner, then we'll decide later." I inhale. "Excuse me, gentlemen, I need to use the bathroom." I zoom past them.

Pierre, what exactly do you want from me?

Next On... Emotionally falling

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Slowly walking out from the restroom into the sitting area, I contacted Pierre, who was focused on his mobile phone. I was immediately unimpressed by the empty environment.

"Where is Lou?" I look stunned at him.

His moonlike caved plus angry eyes look sternly at my stunned face. "I ask him to go back to the hotel alone."

I felt the blood in my body boil mere looking at his eyes. Biatch, what the f*CK does he want from me? He should leave me the f*CK alone. I felt so angry that I suddenly turned away, tapping the stairs without pity nor minding if I misstep.

A few hours later, it's was already late. Damn, I can't drive myself, neither can I ask Pierre who was outside his window view drinking his vodka. I slowly walk out to my side view of my room window, not minding if he hears me or not.

On the second ring, Lou picks up. "Lou... what the hell are you thinking? Pier asked you to leave, and surely you did. What an idiot you're! Don't you know that I miss you so much?"

I exhale. "What if I come to visit you now? Uncle and aunt are fast asleep, but... don't you miss... me?" I made sure my voice sounded romantic just in case.

Still on the phone, I heard the door slide to the Pier room slammed. I felt my heart explode from sadness. My mind was quickly interrupted by my doorbell. A grin finds its way to my face, and I hurriedly pack up some clothes into my small camping bag. "Coming!" I mouthed, knowing fully well who it was.

I lifted the back and hung the rope to my shoulder. I opened the door. "Oh!" I acted surprised. "Pierre... you're not sleeping yet?"

He didn't reply to me, but his eyes were fixed on the bag on my shoulder. His frowns tightened. "What the f*CK is wrong with you, Ama? Are you going to him?" He spat in flames as his beautiful eyes burns.

His eyes indeed burn for me! Do those pretty things burn for me?

I fake a sad, apologetic face. With head down. "He knows no one here Pierre, I am worried about him being alone, he misses me so much, and I know I should be with him in the hotel room now."

He growls as he touches his back head as if to hold in his pain. "Ama... he's a man for Chris's sake... you don't have to worry so much for a MAN... Ama, you're a girl. You've to be more reserved."

I entwined my fingers together with a sad face and headed down. "But... me and Lou are getting married soon, he knows what kind of person I am, why do I need to be reserved..."

He growls with dark eyes. "You're yet to marry! It's improper for you to look for him in a hotel in the middle of the night!"

I put on me soon to come crying face. "But Pierre, he's my fiancé. I can find him wherever I want."

"Ama Tamil..." he growls in anger as he wipes the strands of hair from his face. "You're a girl; you should have the sense of shame... don't you know men won't cherish the things that her easy to obtain?" He looks deep into my eyes.

I look stunned at him because of the word he said. "SHAME?" I repeat with a fit of anger forming a hut in my head. "I am shameless? Is that what I am in your eyes?" The offense was slowly washed up with tears dripping from my eyes. "I am one of your toys that are shameless, right?" My lips tremble.

Immediately, Pierre stiffens from hearing the word from me and watches me tearing up.

I look away. "Alright, I'll be the woman with a sense of shame," I turn around, holding the knob of my room door. "I won't go out to find him, okay" I immediately entered my room and slammed the door to his still shocked face.

I sat on the floor beside my door sobbing. I noticed a weight in the door. "Ama... I didn't mean that. Please don't be sad..." he stammered. "Ama..." his voice breaks, but I didn't let it gets to me.

I got up and walked away from the door to the bathroom.

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The alarm clock in Pierre's room rings, waking him up. He slowly gets up as he rubs his head and places his robe correctly on his body.

After some minutes later, he sat on the Dinner table, looking so annoyed at the food.

"Why Lasagna?" His frown tightened. "No steak?" He growls.

Jackie, the maid nods. "Désolé, Madame Ama qui a demandé ça"

He looks at the 50-year-old Jackie. "Ama, requested for you to cook Lasagna without steak?" He looks stunned. "Send for Ama. She must be upset with me. Has she eaten yet?"

Hearing this, Jackie smiles as her wrinkled eyes closed. "Young master, Lady Ama left very early in the morning with Monsieur Lou. Those two are so deeply in love with one another!"

Hearing this, Pierre grid his teeth are in anger as he hits the spoon to the table, making Jackie flinch in shock. He stands up, wiping his mouth with the white handkerchief. "I'm heading off to work, and the food is too salty without steaks." He slams the door.

Jackie looks unsatisfied. "But that's how he likes his lasagna, without steaks!"

His face looks broken; he breathes out in anger, looking at the food as if the food causes his problems. Jackie thought as she carried the food away to the kitchen. All of a sudden, he's angry.