Nothing Above You

Six

Mateo Delacruz

I sit on the dining table, alone. My parents left for New York this morning. They had to meet some family friends.

I was told by the maid that they would come back in two days. I wasn't even informed of their plans by them. Nothing new, I should have gotten used to it by now but it seems like I need to grasp on the reality more maturely.

I look out the window and the weather is so nice. The sun shines brightly and the sky is blue as ever.

I take the bite of the pancake while enjoying the view but as soon as the taste of the food kicks on my buds, I am reminded of last night.

Enzo Marcelo.

His perfect face flashes in front of me and I feel my cheeks heating. How can he have such a perfect face with such a perfect body?

His name matches his personality perfectly -king, rich ruler. He knows how to speak, how to act and how to be arrogant and confident. He knows his value and how to carry himself.

Last night, the way he looked at me while we sat on the table, it brought heat to my body. The way his eyes studied me and the way he smiled at me, it made me feel things I have never felt before. How could a man whom I have never met before make me feel like this?

His words, each and every single word sounded sexy coming out of his mouth. My surname. It has never sounded more better than this. What would my name sound like when he calls me?

When he came to the washroom, I was shocked to see him there. I felt nervous, scared but other than that, there were butterflies in my stomach. For the first time in my life, I had actually felt butterflies. The tingling sensation was so intense that I had to remind myself again and again that he wasn't here for me.

I look down at my food and take another bite of the pancake. I slowly chew on it feeling full already. Every time I think about Enzo, I feel full. My stomach feels so full and it's like I can't breathe.

When he started to tease me in the washroom, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My heart was pounding against my chest and I could feel my cheeks heating. I was blushing like a fool. A man made me blush. How?
I wasn't attracted to men. Not at all.

I tried to fight it. I tried to gain myself in front of him. I had too. I wasn't weak or I wasn't weak until yesterday. I wanted to be closer to him. I wanted more of him. However, the way he acted so full of himself, I knew I wasn't going to get along with him. He was calling himself handsome. With his own mouth, he was calling himself handsome. That was a big red flag for me and it made me angry for some reasons.

I hated someone like him, so full of themselves.

Yet, when I saw him looking at me when we were bidding our byes, I couldn't help but say something. Anything. I wanted to talk to him one last time because that was our last time meeting. We were never gonna meet again. I know.

My father doesn't get too friendly with his business partners, he keeps a distance with them. One or two dinners and that's it. We never meet again. It's the business after all. Not a family gathering.

Even if there were to be a chance where we could meet, I will avoid it because I can not see him again at any cost. Not after what I had done and said. I called him handsome. God.

I put my fork down and hold my head on my hands. "I made everything so fucking awkward. But he was the one who started it first." I talk to myself over the table and my maid walks in. "Mateo sir?" She asks with a concern and I jerk away to look at her.