Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 13

There was a garden at the back of the mansion. It was beautiful, peaceful and quiet with the expectation of the pool's waterfall in a distance and the chirping birds. The sound of the waterful was soothing, the perfect place to read. Brad didn't show this garden during the tour of the estate. If I never decided to go for a walk, then I wouldn't have found it. He probably didn't even know about it.

I walked appreciatively through the sweet-smelling blossoms, careful not to step on any of the smaller flowers. I stopped at the blooming pink hibiscus tree. I gently cut a flower from the plant and placed it in my hair, then continued walking.

I found a nice spot that was sheltered from the sun by a maple tree. I sat down on the grass and used the tree as shade.

I opened the Stephen King book that I found in the library. It was called "The Long Walk." It was a horror novel, not something that I was used to reading. I'm not even sure why I picked it up, probably because Stephen King was one of the best-paid authors in the world, and I could learn a thing or two from him.

I opened the book to chapter three, where I had left off. I started reading, but my eyes got lazy, so I closed the book. I laid down in the grass, closed my eyes and listened to the sweet songs of nature.

....

I woke to the sound of birds singing and the deep scent of flowers. It took me a while to realise I was still in the garden. I scrambled to my feet. I looked at my watch which told it it was almost one o'clock.

Lunchtime was an hour ago, and I was late.

Brad was bound to be annoyed at my sudden tardiness.

I quickly took up the book and started running through the garden. I entered the house, my cheeks were flushed, and I was breathing heavily.

I really need to start exercising more often.

When I entered the kitchen, no one was there.

I called Heather and Brad, but no one answered.

I frowned. Heather must have left some lunch for me. I opened the oven and noticed the food that hadn't been touched, which meant Brad hadn't eaten his lunch either. I closed the oven.

I should probably go look for the others before I start eating.

As I entered the hallway, towards the library, Brad stormed through the back door. Stormed was the operative word, his eyes were blazing, and he looked furious even more so when he noticed me.

"Where the hell have you been?' he demanded savagely, walking towards me.

Before I could answer, he was already in front of me, grasping my forearms and knocking the book out of my hands.

"Bradl!" I gasped in my dismay. I bent down to take up the book.

I looked up at him. "What did you do that for?" the only time he's even been violent was our first meeting.

He wrenched me back on to my feet, shaking me ruthlessly.

"I asked you where you'd been."

I frowned. "The book."

"Damn the book! Answer me, Tiffany, where have you been?" I frowned at him. He didn't care about the ruining his aunt's book, but I did. Books were to be treasured not thrown down like garbage.

I rolled my eyes at him.

His mouth was tight with anger, and his grey eyes had that icy chill to them that I hadn't seen since our first meeting.

I shook my head, why was he so angry anyway?

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you." I asked instead of answering his question.