on and have more of what he offered her. The drive home was fast. He needed to take a quick shower and to get some sleep. When he reached home, he took out his phone and called his assistant only to inform her that he wouldn't be able to go to work today, and neither would Juliana. He no longer cared if tongues would be wagging. At this point, he had decided that he would win her, no matter what.
Michael was finally discharged from the hospital and he sulked in the passenger seat as Joana drove his car to his apartment. He sulked even more knowing that Juliana did not even come to see him. As she parked his car, she helped her out of the passenger seat and helped him inside the elevator. He asked her to press 5 on the elevator keys and waited as the lift brought them there. Joana stood silently beside him. He still looked like a mess and he groaned when he realized that he would have to go to work looking like that tomorrow. Seeing that Joana was with him again today only meant she did not go to work to take care of him. Somehow this made him appreciate her more and he felt slightly pissed that Juliana did not care. He wondered if she had called or even sent him any messages. He figured he would just check when he got home.
As the lift reached the 5 th floor, he led the way as Joana followed behind him. His apartment was at the end of the hallway to the left. He had an awesome view but unfortunately, he was not able to enjoy it every time. He was always so busy working that when he was home, he was only there to sleep. As he opened his front door, he invited Joana in, her high heels clattering on the floor tiles. She looked around and saw that it was a clean, minimalist kind of apartment. Although it was a studio type apartment, it looked spacious because of the arrangement and the minimal number of furniture as well as appliances. There was a divider on the right side of apartment that probably led to his bedroom. Her face lit up as she walked to the living room, taking in the view from the long windows aligned on the back of the long couch.
“Would you like a can of beer or a glass of water? Sorry. That's all I have in my refrigerator at the moment,” he said apologetically as he continued to look at the contents of his fridge.
Joana sat on the couch and watched Michael moving about in the kitchen. She always liked his broad back and his behind. He might not look like a frequent gym goer, but he looked like he still exercised whenever he could despite his busy schedule.
“A beer's fine. I don't mind,” she said as she enjoyed the view in front of her.
He opened two cans of ice cold beer and sat in front of her. He took a swig of his beer after her from one of the opened cans, not minding his bruised lips in the process. He was not supposed to be drinking beer. He was still recovering, but right now he just did not care. He pulled the phone out of his pocket as Joana drank her beer. Nothing. There were no messages or even calls from Juliana. What in the world was happening to her? He decided that it was time to call her. Juliana had fallen asleep in the comfort of her living room couch. When her phone started to ring, she panicked. She quickly grabbed her phone and answered. She knew that voice but now, his voice sounded more gruff than anything. It was Michael. She did not know how to feel at this point. She wanted to be happy, but somehow she felt numb.
“Hey Baby! I just got home from the hospital. I'm just wondering how you are. I wish you could have made it,” he said as he tried to sound happy for her.
“Hi! Glad to hear that you're okay. Is Joana still there?” she figured there was no beating around the bush. She had to ask, which made Michael wonder.
“ Yes, she's here in my home,” he said, not even thinking about how his words would impact her.
“Michael...I hope we can talk personally somehow about all this. I really need to hear things from you.” She