Dove
I was still stuck in a daze after the mysterious Cowboy left my room. You would think after driving me home and me telling him my name he would feel keen to tell me his, but he just brushed it off then went strutting out.
Yet I figured I had wasted his time enough tonight. He was probably in a rush to get back home. Maybe he had an expecting girlfriend or wife. By the way he looked he probably had a kid or two. What would he be doing chatting up some random boy he felt sorry enough for to bring home?
Tomorrow I would make sure I didn't leave the office late and actually make sure I have enough money to get myself a cab if necessary. I hated wasting money on unnecessary things but if it ensured that next time I didn't get killed then so be it.
The pain in my ankle broke my train of thought and I let out a hiss. With a shimmy I managed to take off my sneakers and groaned when I saw how swollen it was. It didn't feel broken but I knew it would definitely need a good rest if I was going to be able to work tomorrow.
Stephanie would probably kill me if I called in sick. I could lose both my legs and arms but still be expected to get to work. She was a demon, that woman.
"¡Quién acaba de salir de nuestra casa!" my bedroom door burst open and Zahi stood there dressed in black sweatpants and a matching shirt. His feet were bare and his hair stuck up in all kinds of directions. It was evident he had just woken up by how puffy his face looked. (Who just left our house!)
I looked up at him with a snarl, "¡Estás más preocupado por quién acaba de salir de nuestra casa en lugar de preocuparte por si estoy herido!" (you're more worried about who just left our house instead of being concerned that I'm injured!)
He took a second to inspect my ankle before he hissed, "what in the world happened to you?"
"Maybe if you picked up your phone you would know," I frowned.
"Let me go get you ice," he quickly ran out of the room and came back with a bag of frozen stir fry. "Sorry we don't keep ice in this house. You don't normally get injured."
"I fell down the stairs at work. Someone helped me home."
He hummed, "Rodney?"
I shook my head, "I don't know."
"Did you get a concussion?" He gently held my head. "Did you forget?"
I slapped away his hands with a laugh, "No I don't know the person who helped me."
"So you let a stranger drive you home and enter our house!" He looked terrified. His brown eyes searched mine as if I was the biggest idiot known on the planet. "Dove, he could have been a robber. Maybe a serial killer! I made you watch all those documentaries so you would know exactly what not to do if something like that happened. We might as well leave the gate unlocked and the front door open."
"He didn't look like a serial killer," I pouted as I looked down to my lap.
"They never did! They were all charming and smooth. I heard him talk. He sounds western and according to the documentaries a lot of people went missing in the west!"
"He looks rich," I mumbled.
He slapped his forehead. "Have you learned nothing! The rich ones are the most dangerous! They kill for thrill and you my dear cousin look very killable."
I rolled my eyes then laid down as exhaustion consumed me. It felt like I could barely open my eyes and even though I heard Zahi give me a long explanation as to why I should never let a stranger in our house again or I would be homeless I just wanted to get rest.
"I'm sorry I won't let a stranger in our house again I promise. Now can I get some rest. I have to be at the office tomorrow."
He eyed me for a long time before he offered to wrap up my ankle first. He did it efficiently before helping me change then left me to get some sleep.
His words however stayed in my mind. I understood why people were attracted to criminals if that was the sake. The Cowboy I met… he was the universe and more. Being so close to him in a car made butterflies explode in my stomach.
He held the steering wheel with one hand whilst the other rested on the gear lever. His hands were veiny and you could tell he worked a lot with them. He probably spent hours in the gym. There was no way a man could be that big by genetics alone. He looked ready to hold me with one arm alone.
He was magnetic and if he was going to kill me I would die happily knowing I would stare into those hazel golden eyes and know they would be the last thing I ever saw. It would have been a worthy death and no one would judge me for bringing him into my home.
I quickly grabbed my phone and went to the pictures. It was only a picture of his license plate but it made my heart skip a beat. Fancy cars were a norm in Miami therefore I knew his wouldn't stick out but at least now I knew if I saw it, that I would know it's him.
Hopefully I would see him again but knowing my luck, there was a good chance not. At least it was something for me to remember for years to come.
With a loud yawn I placed my phone back on my nightstand and allowed sleep to consume me.
When I woke up, my ankle hurt but I could put pressure on it as I hobbled around my room and grabbed my clothes. I yelled a good morning to Zahi who was in the kitchen making breakfast as I rushed for the bathroom.
A quick morning shower later and heavy breakfast I was rushing to the bus stop to make sure I was at the office on time.