Murder at the McMasters' Residence

Chapter 4

The next morning, Claire set up a brunch by the poolside for the meeting with Syl, John and I. I was far from interested in seeing his 'visions' for our lawn but I'd cooperate just for Syl. After putting my clothes on, I grabbed my hair into a ponytail then headed downstairs. Moss had just arrived and was introducing himself to Claire. He seemed a little unpleasant then his demeanor changed when he saw me. He gave me that same perverted look that made me feel uncomfortable. I avoided eye contact immediately and hurried to the kitchen.
"Mrs. McMaster," he said, stopping me in my tracks.
"Morning, Mr. Moss," I replied, attempting to be polite.
There was awkward silence as I watched him look at me hungrily. I could feel him strip me with his eyes. I folded my arms over my breasts then fixed a strand of my hair back into my ponytail.
"Mr. McMaster is waiting by the poolside," Claire said breaking the silence.
I walked away immediately leaving Claire to escort Moss alone. Syl was busy reading the paper; looking rather sexy in his Aviators and white Lacoste polo shirt with prep shorts and Toms. I sat beside him, my hands still folded over my breasts.
"Are you okay, Aria?" he asked, taking his shades off.
I stuttered a bit.
Tell him.
"Sylvester!" Moss exclaimed.
"John, how are you?" Syl replied pleasantly, holding his hand out.
Shit.
"I'm doing great," he replied politely, shaking Syl's hand firmly.
Syl looked at me. "You were saying something, babe?"
I shook my head. He gave me that 'Are you sure?' look.
"No, I wasn't darling," I replied, as I watched John take his seat quickly.
He smirked at me, knowingly.
Fucking creep.
Syl and John discussed the plans for the lawn. Syl's ideas were fancy but simple so I didn't say anything. He could do whatever he wanted as long as Johnathon hurried the fuck up with his job and leave. They continued blabbering, calculating the estimate of all that they needed.
"How long is this going to take?" I asked.
"I'd say about a week," John replied.
"Good. Proceed," I stated, taking a sip of my orange juice.
Johnathon glared at me then continued to talk to Syl. I knew he figured I wasn't fond of him but I gave no fucks.
I just wanted him gone.

*******************************************************************************************************

The following morning, I was surprised to see that Syl left for work. I really wish he stayed today because I didn't want to be alone with the Creep. I took a quick shower then headed downstairs in my towel (which may I add, I had to hold together with my hand because of the air balloon in front of me) to get a cup of coffee. I grabbed a teacup from the cupboard then turned the coffee machine on and turned the radio up; the Weeknd's Often was playing. I did a little dance, swaying my hips from left to right and in circles, as I waited for my coffee. This song was really speaking to me.
No lie, I was horny this morning.
I poured the coffee in my cup, still dancing to the song. I spun around to head back to my room and to my surprise, a sweaty, dirty Johnathon Moss stood at the kitchen island with that perverted look on his face. I dropped the teacup; hot black coffee and splinter was everywhere on the wooden floor.
"What the fuck!" I yelled.
He smirked, "Sorry I scared you."
So insincere.
Clutching onto my towel for dear life, I stood there looking at him.
Shocked.
Disgusted.
Angry.
Confused.
"How the fuck did you get in here?" I snapped, sliding over to the knife drawer.
"Claire let me in earlier. She left to get groceries," he replied, taking a seat on one of the stools.
I glanced at the clock; it was eight thirty.
"You're not supposed to be here until ten," I stated.
He replied dryly, "I came early to finish early."
"...why are you in the house then," I asked skeptically.
He rolled his eyes. "Mrs. McMaster, I figured you were still asleep so I came in to help myself to a glass of water"
There was silence.
"Go ahead then let yourself out," I replied bitterly, then leaded back to my room.
Fucking creep!

It was the beginning of Day One and this man has already started with the bullshit.
I went to my room to get dressed, slipping on a black PINK sweatpants and a plain white tee. I ran back downstairs to clean the mess up in the kitchen but Claire was back and had started.
"What happened here?" she asked, concerned.
"Moss scared the shit out of me," I muttered.
Claire stopped cleaning then looked around as if to make sure no one was in sight. Then she said, "He's a little.. weird, don't you think?"
Finally! Someone sees it.
"Oh my God! Yes!" I exclaimed, "I felt it from the first time I met him. I have a really bad feeling about him."
"Me too. You should tell Sylvester."
I thought about it briefly then sighed. "He won't believe me. You know how...nice he is."
Claire walked over to me, holding my hands, then said, "Give it a try."

I thought about what Claire was saying. If I am uncomfortable, Syl should understand and get rid of Moss.
But Syl has that "don't judge a book by its cover" mentality.
I hated it but I will try.

Johnathon Moss has to go.