Chapter nine | Weird feeling

Ok so here us the next chapter, It still needs some correction but I think I did a pretty good job. 

Hope you'll like it. 

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Christian Alidini - Monday, January 6th

When I arrived in France, the air felt different. Usually, when I land in a new country, I'm always on a defensive mode. You never know 

what could happen. 

But this time, I felt somehow… Safe. It was an energy that I knew.

When my driver arrived, we went directly to my house, a relatively small villa I bought for the children, when they wanted to go on vacation.

I knew I had a lot of people that I was supposed to meet today, and I preferred to be in my house than in my office.

I felt something was weird. My regular sour mood was replaced by an unusual smile on my face and a sense of lightness. I feel better and happier than yesterday at least. 

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I was right.

Maybe two or three hours after my arrival, I felt something pulling me. Like an invisible string that keeps pulling me toward something .

I knew my meeting with the new photographers was coming and I needed to calm myself down.

And didn't have the time to do so, they were already here. 

"Sir, your guests are here." My assistant tells me.

"Ok, take them into the living room."

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Kenny Jackson - Monday, January 6th

Fuck, I know this man.

The way he talks, the way I reacted to his touch, his posture. He is the one from my dreams, I told myself. 

'Do you know me?' I hear a voice that sounds oddly the same to him even though he didn't open his mouth. 

"What?" I look at him and he looks back at me confused. 

"I said, please sit down." He shows us the beautiful sofa. Frida looks like she is about to kill me, I don't know why but someone is really disturbing me for some unknown reason. I didn't want to be unprofessional or rude so I just acted dumb.  

"oh, oK thank you." I feel my face burning from embarrassment, thank god I am black, otherwise I would've just turned so red. 

My watch is burning my wrist, and I am trying to calm the burning by keeping it between my tights. I know I couldn't take it off, it is squeezing my wrist too tight. 

I felt deeply disturbed by the situation, and he seemed to notice. Which is weird, I'm the type of person who is stressed by someone, even if this type we do have big clients, I shouldn't be reacting that way. 

'Are you ok? ' I hear him ask. I just ignore it. But deep down I feel like I need to answer. 

And the weirdest thing that happened was him smirking at me.what the fuck are smirking for, asshole. 

He is mocking me. 

He then asks :

"Would you like some tea or coffee?" I barely heard his question, as I was trying to figure out how to act normally in front of him,without actually getting mad over the fact that the dude is a dick. But why am I reacting like this, what is wrong with me? 

"Some tea would be nice, thank you."Frida answers.

'So you remember me? ' I then heard his voice in my head. This time I was watching him, his lips did not fucking move, what the actual fuck. I'm telling you man, he's in my head. 

"What!? " I am shocked. I am scared, I am confused, what's going on. And I look at Frida, it seems like I am the only one who could hear just the voice inside my head. I need to get out of here. 

"I asked you if you wanted some tea too, are you ok? "Says Frida, a little bit worried. 

"Yes, yes don't worry." I respond, putting my hand on hers to reassure her. 

'You two seem close.' I heard his voice again, I could hear a hint of anger in his voice. What are you mad about, bro? 

"Y-yes, I would like some tea. "I mumble, taking my hand to my wrist to try to take off my watch. And miserably failed, it seems as if it was glued to me. 

I am feeling embarrassed, he kept glancing at me with a weird look in his eyes and Frida was sending me death glares. 

Then he called some of his staff to prepare tea, and went out of the room to get his documents. 

When he absented himself, she was finally able grab one of my locks and scream at me. 

"what the fuck is wrong with you! "she whispers-screams, looking really mad. 

"Get a hold of yourself, I know the man is hot but we gotta work, he is our client goddammit, don't you want the money? "she smacks my head. 

"Ouch, calm down. That's not it, I feel sick right now and I think I got some fever too because I feel like I'm actually hallucinating, I keep hearing his voice in my head. "I tell her, and she rolls her eyes. And looks at me as if I was crazy. 

"Man, have you smoked before you came here, I never saw you act that way during a meeting. You better stop acting cuz you won't escape the meeting, look how much I'm sweating. I also feel sick, so we are in the situation, now behave. " I just nod and sigh. 

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Christian Alidini  - Monday, January 6th

First thing I did when I got out of the room was to run toward the toilet and lock the door. 

"You need to calm down." I talked to my heart, which was beating so loudly, I passed some cold water on my face to refresh myself.

My, my he looked so beautiful. A little bit different from the last time but for some reason, he still looked more like his original form. 

"Oh gods, it's actually him." I smiled. "I really found him, and he seems to recognize me." I felt so happy and relieved. 

I needed some time to process this news , so I just sat on the toilet and after that  I went to search for the documents in my office. 

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When I went back in the room, I could tell that he wasn't feeling good. He kept his hands between his thighs and redirected his attention to his tea.

People who had recommended Jackson kept telling me that he was really confident and outspoken, that during meetings he would make sure to share his opinions and views. 

But now, even when I started sharing the ideas I had for my project, he was really quiet and I think that Mrs.Ramirez noticed too. 

And as the meeting went on I could see that he was and more and more closed on himself. He didn't speak, not even once, the only moment he actually talked was when the meeting was over. He thanked me, shook my hand and left the room. 

I feel taken aback, sad and disappointed. 

He remembered me but he didn't try to look at me, smile at me or maybe just send me a signal, no nothing.

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I still needed to inform my closest friend, Stephen, my brother. 

He was the only one, except for my husband, who I could  just tell everything to. 

I'd talk about everyday life, secret Information, everything, It didn't matter what       

I'd just say it to him. 

"I think I found him.. "I say on my phone. 

"Really, are you sure?" he is surprised by my reaction I guess, though I would be joyous about it. 

"Yes, we had the link. And I could feel it too. He felt awkward around me, he didn't like me, I know that, and neither did his business partner..." He didn't respond immediately. 

"You work with him? "He sighs . 

"Not yet, but I'm about to. I don't know how to react to that, I was so happy in the beginning, now I just... I... " I feel my throat contracting itself. 

" Hey man, you have to calm down. Of course he wouldn't just have jumped into your arms, are you sure he even knows what you two were? I don't think so, you have to step back a second and wonder if the man you once loved  remembers himself." I feel depressed but happy at the same time. 

"You have to think of a way to gate closer to him, without scaring him. You have to let him get used to you." I knew he was right, but I still felt hurt.