C10 Angel and Evil

"You already know me. Don't you know what I'm like?" replied Jayme to the statements and sentences thrown by Clara to intimidate him. "You know me so well; you even know what kind of woman I like."

"No, Jayme. Your type is just nonsense. You never had a definite type. A woman should only be able to satisfy you in bed. That's your type!" the girl accused, which made Jayme shake his head in disbelief without wanting to reply. It was just that Jayme didn't know what the girl had just eaten to be so impulsive.

Jayme got up and approached the girl he considered his sister. He then looked at Clara's face, and her pupils looked different from usual. Clara tried to avoid Jayme's gaze by looking the other way.

"What did you just eat, Cla?" asked Jayme while watching his best friend, who was still trying to avoid eye contact with him.

Jayme, who was getting impatient, finally grabbed Clara's cheek, making the girl unable to rebel anymore, checking her pupils and sniffing the aroma from Clara's mouth.

"Tell me, what did you consume?" he said again.

Clara did not answer Jayme's question. With his patience almost gone, Jayme walked over to the drawers in the room, opening and examining them individually.

"Jayme, what are you doing? Stop that!" Clara tried to block what Jayme was doing.

All this time, Jayme did not believe Clara would do something out of bounds. Wasn't the girl also an aspiring doctor? Why would she do things that she knew were dangerous?

No, no!

That's just a guess. It could just be Jayme's fear. Or maybe he overreacted because he was worried about Clara's condition. Moreover, the girl had just broken her heart again because the man she had loved for so long was in a relationship with her best friend.

Yes, of course. It must just be fear for no reason. Because of what? Is it because Jayme still has feelings for that girl?

Of course not. Clara was just a sister to Jayme. At least right now, that's how he felt, even though the two of them used to be inseparable bed partners.

For Jayme, making love with that girl was the best moment, and nothing could beat how that girl satisfied him. But that was then. Things had changed, of course. There is Zanara, who has managed to fill Jayme's heart and mind after traveling as a player.

Jayme searched for a long time for the object that he suspected Clara had kept in her house. However, he found nothing. Jayme dismisses Clara's hand, which tries to prevent him from finding evidence that his suspicions are well-founded.

Jayme strode into Clara's room and went back to dismantling anything that could be used as a place to hide the dangerous items.

"Jayme, stop all this! You won't find anything here; I'm not a junkie, asshole!" Clara pulled Jayme to her feet and delivered a barrage of punches to Jayme's arms. "You're already messing things up; you're accusing me of nothing. Get out of here!"

Clara could no longer hold back her anger at Jayme's behavior of rummaging through her house for no reason.

"I was just trying to protect you from getting carried away! Why are you acting like this?"

"Don't say all that like I need your protection! Please don't talk like you care about me! You only care about yourself, J!"

Jayme shook his head, denying Clara's accusations against him. "That's not true. I care about you, Clara; that's the truth." Jayme tried to grab Clara's fingers but was quickly swatted away by the girl.

"Nonsense! Now I ask you, what did you come here for, huh? Answer me, Doctor Jayme Demir!"

Jayme was clearly at a loss for words to answer a question that could have been a trap for him. Should he say that he needed a confidante who was willing to listen to Jayme's complaints as if it was an obligation to Clara? Or should he say that he had come to see Clara?

"I—"

Clara waited for Jayme's answer. Hands clasped around her waist. "Come on, Jayme, tell us your reason! Let's hear if you're still good at seducing women."

Jayme just struggled to swallow his saliva. It was true; he felt intimidated, however, not because of Clara's attitude. Jayme was never afraid of the girl's attitude toward him. He was just scared of losing her, only friend-someone she had considered a friend all along.

"Ha! Look, you have nothing to say, right?" taunted Clara, who turned around and left Jayme in the girl's room.

Jayme's body slumped to the floor; he felt his head was full and didn't know how to release all the pressure inside—not only Zanara, Mark but also Clara.

The man squeezed his hair that had been messed up since earlier, rubbing the face that was overgrown with fine hair that began to grow long. I don't know how long since he noticed his appearance. His life seemed to be filled with Zanara and Marion. She forgot that the only one who should get the most attention was herself.

Having finished with her inner war and the rage she was suppressing, Jayme got up to catch up with Clara, who was sitting in the living room when she got there.

"Cla... I'm sorry." Jayme tried to calm down Clara, who had calmed down earlier. However, it appeared in Jayme's eyes that the girl was still struggling with the emotions and upset feelings that plagued her a few minutes ago.

"You're right. What you accused me of is all true. I ... maybe I'm just tired of all this." Jayme looked troubled; Clara could see that.

Clearly, no one could understand Jayme but Clara. Only her. Even the woman who was so adored by Jayme, in fact, only gave the man a deep sense of fatigue.

Clara rose from her place, Looking at Jayme with an undefined intense gaze as if it was read by someone who did not know Clara. While Jayme, the man, clearly knew Clara inside out.

Clara approached slowly, making sure that Jayme would not take a step back and avoid when she tried to cut the distance between them.

"J ... stay for a while. You need a place to relax your mind and heart. Right? You hold all the pain and wounds of the patients, as well as your wounds, that you have no one to complain to. By being here for a while, you ... I mean us, maybe we'll have time to share. Like before," Clara said as she rubbed the man's chest.

Jayme knew where Clara was going with this. He shook his head slowly to reject Clara's invitation and the inner turmoil he couldn't contain.

Clara could be right; maybe Jayme needed this. He needed to let go of everything just once, release the pile of hormones that should be regenerating, which, unfortunately, he never set free to keep his heart and everything worthy of Zanara.

Now, the dispute is no longer between him and Clara but between his brain and heart, which are no longer in sync.

If he indulged his lust, would he still be worthy of the pure and kind Zanara? If Clara doesn't stop her habit right now, will he be able to defend himself and his heart when temptation comes again?

Jayme had tried all this time. Two years was not a short time, and it was not without struggle.

Would Jayme ruin his struggle just because of the persuasion of a girl like Clara—who he admitted never failed every time she flirted with him?

What if she would have trouble stopping all of this—including his relationship with Clara—if Jayme didn't stop now?

"Please ...," begged the girl as she pulled Jayme's arm to head to her room. Meanwhile, Jayme—still with the rage and whispers and the fight between the devil on his left shoulder and the angel on his right shoulder, swayed his steps after Clara, who walked first without unlinking her fingers on Jayme's.

If he failed to keep up his fight so far, could he blame the demon who managed to seduce him? And it would be a compliment to the angel—not to him—if he persevered with his efforts to align herself with Zanara.

Did this mean Jayme was giving up? Was he tired of chasing after the woman and had given up on Zanara being owned by Mark?