Dead Heart [2]

Chapter 2

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"I'm home," I yelled, gulping down water from the bottle. Unfortunately and luckily, Melissa and Drayton had already reached my home, before me. I nearly got an heart attack when I heard that Kiara, my naughty niece was pulling at the hairs of Tiger. Tiger, my boy.

Tiger could have biten her but he didn't, gracefully. 

"You got the time?" Melissa taunted as she descended from the stairs.

"I was free already." I mumbled, pouting at her. My eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she twisted her lips in a disgusting look.

"I can see that you were free to be busy kissing random guys," She glared, opening her phone. My eyes widened slightly when I saw that I almost looked like a zombie. Hallelujah! I blinked and picked up juice carton.

"Jesus! Stop before your daughter listens to us." I gasped dramatically, feigning innocence. She huffed, intensifying her glare, very well knowing what card I was playing.

"Don't you dare try to mislead me from my point again! She has gone with Dray to the nearby market." She hissed, snatching the carton of juice from my hands. I glared at her back and snatched my juice back before fixing her at her place with a look.

"Don't you give me that look! Do you want me to talk some sense into your brother so that he comes to talk to you instead of me? Tell me, I'm very satisfied with that too." She threatened, flicking her hair back. I rolled my eyes and turned away from her before scowling.

Madam madona! 

"Okay, I'm listening. Shoot!"

"I can very well see your beautiful and annoyed facial expressions, Cait." She snapped sarcastically, making me groan out in frustration. 

"What do you want, Melissa?" I shouted, glaring at her. 

She shut her mouth and looked away from me. I shut my eyes in guilt as I saw her pain striken eyes. I exhaled, gulping down my saliva.

"Mel," I called out softly, grasping her elbow. She jerked my hand away without a word and stomped away to her room. I sighed grimly and scowled at her back. Why couldn't she be more carefree like Sam?

Sam, my true friend was the only one who gave me the idea to go around kissing all the men of New York. She even offered me to stop by Italy but I respectively denied, saying men here were enough. 

On the other hand, Mel was going crazy about this ordeal. She had even threatened Sam that she would tell Anton that his wife only gave me this superb idea but Sam had flicked her off. I chuckled remembering the summer night when we all were sitting together on a beach.

We had gone there to have a sleep over in the famous beach house of Drayton, The Rel. Unbelievable to all of us, Melissa really told Anton about Samantha's idea which resulted in a heated argument between husband and wife.

By mistake, Samantha's tongue might have slipped and told Anton to fuck off. She even declared that if he would ever try to copy the actions of my shitty husband, she would not hesitate before considering her advice and applying it on herself.

Well, after that, she had called us after three week, only to inform us in a very strained and tired voice that she was two weeks pregnant. I chuckled and flinched simultaneously as I heard the sound of door slamming.

"I'm sorry, Mel. Please, come out before Drayton comes." I yelled, leaning on the wall tiredly. Now it was sure that all the effect of wine was down in the drain. Infact, I was feeling quite active and refreshing.