LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 30: 29th entry
Season: Summer
Weather: glorious sunshine amidst the fluffy white clouds. There's an intermittent cool breeze to offset the blazing sunshine and heat.
Day of the week: Tuesday
Date: 27th February, 2024
Home. Home sweet home. I'm finally home.
I kissed the giant rabbit plushie upon my return, making Stony Boss laugh. He had driven me home from the hospital.
"Do you always kiss people when you're happy?" he asked.
That made me pause and think. It seemed so. But usually my kisses were given to my soft toys, there being so few people around me.
"Then let me share in your delight and express how happy I am you're back from the hospital as well," Anthony Duin smiled, wrapping his arms around me. His lips met mine. They were soft. They were elastic. His breath smelled of mint and lime.
And then I turned into a cooked prawn and ran to hide, making him laugh.
Not funny. Not funny. Not funny.
What do I do? What do I do? What do I do? He kissed me again!
I want him to kiss me again.
No, no, no. What am I thinking? I don't want him to kiss me again. Not at all. It's not right. What's a boss doing, kissing one of the workers? I can't harbour any delusions. I know where I stand. He deserves someone better. Someone prettier. Smarter. With a better background. Who would want me and all my baggage?
Then he pulled me out of my wardrobe and kissed me again, again, again! He said I was so cute.
It was like magic. Fireworks and streamers flying and all that.
While I was standing there in a stupid daze with a silly expression, he kissed me again. There was even a bit of tongue action. I'm not sure whether I should have pushed him away or not. It wasn't as detestable as I imagined. Is it alright to accept kisses like this?
No. No. I'm not a loose person. I have to get a grip. Get a hold of myself. Take a few deep breaths. Gather up the courage to tell him that we shouldn't do this. It's really not right. Cut off this weird relationship.
I'm thankful and beyond grateful for all his help, but how am I supposed to return all these favours to him? It's not like I can give him myself, right? That just wouldn't be right. He'd probably find the idea as ridiculous and disgusting as I do. Nobody does things like that these days.
But really, I'm racking up serious debts here. The kind that can't be paid off with money. Also, he paid my hospital bill for me. Not the company this time. I don't know how much it was but I'm guessing it was definitely more than 20,000. They used a lot of medicine and equipment. How could it not be super expensive?
That's all my savings gone. Maybe I should pay him half now and when I have earned more, I'll pay him the rest.
Right. Once I've recovered, I'll have to look for more after hours work again. Find another weekend job. The only day I'll keep free is my Sunday. I really need that day of rest. I don't think I can survive without it.
I'm not looking forward to the sleep deprivation and the hard work, but what can I do? I can't not pay him back, can I?
Can I?
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My dear and cute Miss Jane Brown,
You fell asleep writing in your journal and I picked it up before it slipped off the bed. I didn't mean to read your journal, but I just happened to glimpse the open page of today's entry. I was both delighted that you too, felt a spark when we kissed, and appalled at what you think of yourself.
My darling girl, I've told you before and I'll tell you again. You are worth all the trouble. You are worth all my efforts. You are worth all my love if you are willing to accept me. You are worthy of being my equal. Don't think you're not.
Let's make your delusions reality, shall we? Deepen a kiss and make more fireworks explode?
You don't need to pay me back. If it makes you feel better, just return a bit at a time. By all means, do not empty your bank account or take on new work just to pay me back. If you accept my proposal and are willing to be my girl, or even in the hopeful future, become my wife, then what is mine is yours. Why pay back the money that already belongs to you?
Once we've gotten over the current hurdles in your health and you're able to think clearly, then we can definitely clarify our relationship. I look forward to seeing the jaws drop in the company when I announce that you are my girlfriend. What I would really like to do is directly announce that you are going to be my wife, but I'm afraid that might scare you away. In fact, I have the sinking feeling that this confession might send you running away rather than into my arms.
Please don't run away. Please don't hide from me anymore. Let me stand by your side. Allow me to be your support and backup.
I know all about your family situation already and while their behaviour toward you has disgusted me, it has nothing to do with how I see my beautiful girl. Your family are not you. I'm not disgusted by you. I don't think you ridiculous.
I like the way your brighten up a room with your smile. I like the way you tuck your hair behind your ears when you're focusing on work. I like how you kiss me when you're happy. Do that more, won't you? My heart aches for you when I see you sad and upset or stressed.
Please look after your health. Pretty please with sugar icing and a cherry on top? It hurts so much to see how sick you've been from neglect and overwork. If you are healthy and happy, I'll be able to sleep better at night as well and not worry that you've gotten so sick that you can't even open the door.
You're such a beautiful woman. You don't need to hide it anymore. Nobody's going to be jealous of you or try to hurt you. At least, not on my watch.
Hugs and kisses.
Love from your hopeful future boyfriend/fiancé/husband,
Your not so Stony Boss
Anthony Duin
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THIS. THIS. THIS!!!!
ARGH!!!
JUST ARGH!!!
SOMEONE SAVE ME!