Veil of glass

As I stepped into the corridor, a breathtaking sight unfolded before me. The expansive glass walls framed a panoramic view of Nairobi, the city lights glittering like a myriad of stars below. The glass reflected the grandeur of a modern mansion perched on high ground, a testament to opulence and architectural finesse. I couldn't help but marvel at the luxurious surroundings. The interior seamlessly blended with the exterior, creating an illusion of being suspended in the night sky. The walls adorned with captivating artwork, the sleek furniture, and the play of soft ambient lighting added to the allure of this space. It dawned on me that this was not a hospital but Malik's residence—a palatial glass house that overlooked the city in all its splendor.

The realization brought a mix of astonishment and confusion, adding another layer to the enigma surrounding him. As I absorbed the surroundings, I couldn't shake the feeling of being a guest in a place that surpassed the boundaries of conventional reality. The ambiance, the artistry, and the sheer extravagance of the glass house spoke of a world I had unwittingly entered—a world intricately tied to Malik. In that moment of realization, I couldn't help but wonder: How did I find myself in this luxurious sanctuary under the watchful gaze of Malik?

As I stood at the expansive glass balcony, captivated by the city lights below, an unspoken tension lingered in the air. The realization that I was in his residence, a stunning glass house perched on high ground, intensified the mystery surrounding my presence. Lost in my thoughts, I felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere—a presence behind me. Turning instinctively, I collided with his chest, the sudden proximity catching me off guard. The closeness was unnerving, and I swallowed hard, attempting to suppress the racing beat of my heart. I looked up, meeting Malik's gaze—those seductive, siren eyes that seemed to hold a depth of secrets. The sun's rays cast a subtle glow on his pitch-dark eyes, creating an almost hypnotic glimmer. It was a gaze I had failed to fully notice earlier, its intensity drawing me in. 

Summoning courage, I voiced the question that echoed in my mind, "Why am I in your house?" The words hung in the air, and for a moment, silence enveloped us. Malik's response was not immediate. Instead, he placed his hand gently on my cheek, a touch that sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly, with a swift motion, he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. Time seemed to slow as he carried me effortlessly. I struggled to catch my breath, the world around me a blur as he walked to the Lina Bo Bardi Bowl chairs. He placed me gently on one, and with a fluid motion, he took a seat opposite me. The atmosphere crackled with an unspoken tension, anticipation hanging in the air. His dark eyes held a mix of intensity and mystery. For a moment, I forgot how to breathe, the sudden closeness leaving me spellbound. He broke the silence, revealing a piece of the puzzle that had eluded me.

"I was the one who almost ran you over with a car." The revelation hung in the air, each word laden with a weight that echoed through the luxurious surroundings.

He stood up, his movements fluid and purposeful. Without uttering a word, he effortlessly lifted the chair I was sitting on and placed it two feet closer to me. My heart quickened its pace as a mix of anticipation and uncertainty filled the air. As he sat back down, his large veiny hand found its place on my thigh. I couldn't help but notice how short the hospital gown was, adding an unexpected layer of vulnerability to the situation. A subtle electrical spark coursed through me the moment his skin touched mine. Conflicting thoughts raced through my mind. Part of me instinctively thought to push his hand away, while another part of me, a part I couldn't fully comprehend, craved more of his touch. My body seemed to betray the reservations of my mind. I felt warmth spreading as his hand gently caressed my thigh—a gesture meant to comfort, but my senses interpreted it as something more intimate. The unexpected response sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't deny the physical reactions that took me by surprise.

Before he could speak, our moment was abruptly interrupted by the entrance of a man in a dark suit. Annoyance flickered across his face as he turned to the newcomer, his irritation palpable. "What is it?" he asked, his tone edged with impatience.

The man in the dark suit responded promptly, "It's urgent, sir."

Malik sighed, his gaze lingering on me. For a moment, it felt as though he could see through the layers of my thoughts. Leaning forward, he placed his hand on my cheek once again. "I'll be home by midnight," he stated, his eyes holding a depth of meaning that left me momentarily breathless. With that, he left the room, leaving me with a strange mix of emotions. As soon as he departed, a sudden wave of loneliness washed over me, accompanied by the haunting echoes of Xavier's painful rejection. I rose from the chair and returned to the balcony, gazing down at the departure scene unfolding below. Malik was getting into his Mansory Vivere Bugatti Veyron car, flanked by two men in pitch-black Ferrari cars. The hospital staff, in their ambulance, prepared to leave as well. I crossed my arms, watching them depart, and then turned my attention back to the now-silent house.

The grand glass mansion stood in eerie stillness, a stark contrast to the earlier symphony of emotions and unexpected connections. I pondered the mysteries surrounding him, the luxurious sanctuary that was now revealed as his home, and the enigmatic circumstances that had led me to this extraordinary place. The night held secrets, and the city lights below seemed to whisper stories of a world beyond the ordinary. As midnight approached, I couldn't shake the feeling that the night had only just begun, and the answers to my questions lay veiled in the shadows of this extraordinary glass house.