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I always thought I was just an average guy. Sometimes, when I'm by myself, I still feel that way. But these days, it doesn't happen as often.
Maybe how I see myself isn't how others see me. My usual routine, for most people, might be considered the perfect life. Since my writing career started booming, I've had no serious responsibilities to worry about. My work only takes me a few hours each day, and I love every minute of it. Money has never been an issue for me since I left my mom's house. I got my first novel published when I was still a minor, and my publisher eventually discovered my mom was stealing my money.
There's a part of me that understands this isn't the average life. But it's my normal.
At 25, I had several bestsellers published, and one was set to be adapted into a movie. The director would call me daily to reassure me everything was going well and that I'd soon be richer than ever before.
"Mmm..."
I turned off my phone and adjusted in my seat as I turned my neck, feeling the phone on my ear.
"Listen." The director was saying. He had called much later than usual today. "Why don't you come down to the set and see for yourself?"
"I'd love to, but I need to finish my next project." I told him. We'd had this conversation before. The director seemed to feel like fans wouldn't approve of his work on the film unless I was openly supportive.
"But-"
"Mmmm..."
The girl next to me nibbled on my neck. She was tall, with long, powerful legs and stunning green eyes. I rolled my eyes and pushed her away. She giggled.
"Look." I said. "You should focus on making the movie as good as possible. Fans can be skeptical about movie adaptations."
"Yes, but-"
"I'll see you at the premiere." I said abruptly. I hung up the phone and groaned. The girl stroked my leg.
"Isn't he a big name director?" She asked.
"Yeah." I said.
"Shouldn't you treat him with some respect?"
"I am." I told her, irritated. "He doesn't need to call me every day."
Crystal and I were sitting in my small apartment in the hotel I'd purchased. The abandoned hotel in my state had gained a reputation for being haunted. Five years and some renovation later, I had been disappointed not to have encountered a ghost. Looking around my sparsely decorated room, you'd never guess that the owner was quickly becoming one of the most successful people on the planet.
Crystal was giving me a judgmental look. I recognized it well at this point. I felt like she suspected the image of the successful, wealthy author was some illusion.
A knock came at the door. Before I could answer, it opened.
"Sir." The girl said. She walked in and closed the door behind her. Dressed in a complicated black and white maid uniform complete with thigh-high stockings and heels, the girl made an impressive entrance.
"Celeste." I said. "What's up?"
"The work in room 302 has been finished." She reported. "Tomorrow, we'll start fixing up room 303."
I frowned. "That's the one where-"
"Yes." She replied immediately. "It'll take a while. Maybe a month."
"Hm." I said. When I bought the hotel, only a few rooms were habitable. Unwilling to move in before the rest of the rooms were repaired, I hired people to fix up the entire hotel, one room at a time, and we were nowhere near completion. "Is that it?"
"Yeah."
"Then you can leave."
Celeste nodded and left us, closing the door firmly behind her.
"Who was that?" Crystal asked disdainfully.
"The maid." I replied.
"She's dressed weird."
"She enjoys it." I said briefly.
She pouted.
"Girls like me?" She asked, sounding like she was asking for praise.
I turned around to face her.
"You'd be here if I didn't like you," I said simply.
Having sex with her felt enjoyable, but not extraordinary. Her slender legs were wonderful to touch, and when she embraced me, I felt an intense desire for her. After our tryst, we lay in bed, still connected, touching each other affectionately.
She gasped, "Wow." She was taken aback. This wasn't the first time a woman had told me I was the greatest lover she'd ever had. It happened often, yet I wasn't sure how truthful this was. It could be her attempt to motivate me to propose.
Being a workaholic, I don't often sleep a lot. Not long after that, I left the bed and switched on my computer, and began writing my next book.
She lay there, observing me.
"You know," she said, "You work harder than any individual I've ever encountered."
As I have indicated before, I consider myself to be an average person. However, those types of experiences made me feel as though I was not worthy of my own opinion.
...
She made me breakfast the following day, forcing out poor Celeste, who had tried to bring me what she had cooked. I ate without protest, though I thought privately that Celeste was a much better chef. Crystal was significantly kinder to me than before, attending to my every need.
"Ummm..." she said, flushing. "Are we... going to see each other again, then?"
"I presume so." I replied, stunned. "Why wouldn't we?"
She seemed pleased. When she kissed me goodbye, her hand lingericked.
"I can't wait to see you again." She said. And then she was gone.
I didn't watch her go. I returned to my computer and became immersed. About an hour later, Celeste returned, scowling, and asked if she could clean my apartment again, or would she be evicted. I agreed that it was fine, and she continued her usual routine.
"I'm glad the trash removed itself." She sniffed. Although rather regal and elegant around company, she had discovered that I would allow her to be quite sarcastic when we were alone together.
"Someone was rude to you." I informed her. "I'll speak to her when she returns."
"You're defending her?"
"I liked her."
She frowned. "You have poor taste."
She completed her cleaning, bit me goodbye, and left. I worked slightly more, and then experienced the urge to stretch my legs.
The town I resided in was a lively little place. Though I tried to evade cameras and interviews, everyone I associated with seemed to know me by name and seemed to know plenty about my personal and professional life. I disliked attention, and did my best to act polite when people sought me out merely because I was famous.
Celeste usually prepared all of my food, so I typically had no reason to cook personally, but I hadn't consumed many of Crystal's dishes, and so I decided to try out a few of the local restaurants. Feeling no inclination for anything substantial, I felt a sandwich would fulfil me.
I located a nice, quiet place and entered. The girl behind the counter looked up. Lovely red eyes and a cascade of black hair hung down her back.
"I'll be with you momentarily!" She called. She spun around and began chopping ingredients with vigour. She appeared to be the only person employed. I waited patiently at the counter as she worked. After a few minutes, she set aside the knife and turned to address me.
"How may I assist you?" She enquired politely.
I requested my food and she instantly began preparing it. She spun around again and started working furiously, as rapidly as she had previously. She most certainly wasn't averse to labouring.
It took me longer than expected to receive my sandwich, but I didn't mind. I possessed plenty of time. I compensated for my meal, thanked her, and made an attempt to make myself comfortable.
As I consumed my food, I observed the dearth of clientele in the store. Only myself and the girl behind the counter were present. She didn't seem to be bothered, either. In fact, she had descended from behind the counter to sweep the floor, humming without a care in the world.
I couldn't help myself. I was captivated.
"Is it typically this quiet here?"
She glanced up at me, smiling vaguely. "Oh, yeah!" She said, "We aren't the most popular spot around..."
"Why do you think that's the case?"
She shrugged. "I'm not sure. Why do you question it?"
I considered the matter.
"I suppose it was because of the delay in my receiving a sandwich." I said slowly. The girl's red eyes enlarged.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed. The brush dropped to the ground. "I... truly tried my best! I swear!"
I hadn't expected her to react that way.
"I understand." I said. "But that's all that came to mind."
She let out a sigh, shaking her head as she glanced back at the counter.
"I'm the only one here right now." She muttered to herself. "The boss decided to slash costs, and I was happy to oblige."
She jumped a bit when she spoke aloud, then bent down to pick up the broom.
"Um, excuse me." She said, moving to the other side of the room and continuing with her sweeping. I watched her, contemplating. I wondered what prompted her to work so hard.
I finished my sandwich and stood up. Instead of heading for the door though, I headed to the coffee stand's cashier. She looked up at me with a smile.
"What's your name?" I inquired.
"My name?" She replied, looking startled. "Scarlet."
"Ah, because of your eyes?"
"Exactly!" Her face lit up. "Impressive."
I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her fire-red eyes were. They were a sight to behold.
"They're quite striking." I complimented.
She blushed slightly, lowering her gaze. "Thank you." She replied softly.
"I'd love to take you out on a date." I suggested. "That way we can get acquainted better."
She smiled, but shook her head.
"I'd enjoy that." She replied. "But I'm incredibly busy. Perhaps another day."
I was slightly astonished.
"That's admirable." I said. "Take care of yourself."
"I will." She nodded brightly as I left for the exit. The reflection in the glass made me stop in my tracks. She was gazing at me intently. I looked back at her for a moment, noticing the frown on her face.
I returned to the cashier and gazed at her again before leaving for my home.
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