"Look, what do you want now?" I asked him, holding the cold phone up to my face.
"C'mon, just come with me," Ernesto said.
"I'm not going to let you cheat on Stacey. You've gotta quit this. I wasn't going to tell her what happened, but if you keep pursuing this, then I will have to. And trust me when I say that it wont be pleasant for either one of us." I said, trying to keep my tone down. Stacey could be home any minute.
"It's not even about that." He said. "It's for my trial, stop being so paranoid."
"Right." I said, unconvinced.
"Fine. Don't come but at least don't say you're sorry when you get in trouble with your boss for not coming." Ernesto clicked the line off.
Great. I slammed my fist on the table, just as Stacey unlocked the door.
"Dang, whats wrong with you?" She asked while kicking off her boots.
"Um.. Nothing, just a stupid telemarketer wont stop calling."
She nodded her head in agreement to me. "Yeah, I know how that goes." She scrunched up her face. making an impression. "Hi, wanna buy house insurance? Or how about a new fence for your yard? Did you get a new credit card recently?" She mocked.
I laughed along with her.
"Oh wait! Dylan I need you to cook for me." She pleaded.
"What- uh, for what?"
"Cause," she said with a pout, "I sorta told Nesto I would make him dinner."
"You did what?" I snorted. "You know you cant cook, remember the chicken incident?"
"Yeah,I guess I'm only good for chopping fruits."
"Fine." I nodded, "But you have to get out of my kitchen! No disasters!"
Stacey quickly nodded, and hustled out of the kitchen, and into her room. I reached down in the cupboard and grabbed a pan, setting it on the stove. Except then the phone rang again.
"Damn it.." I mubled under my breath, while clicking accept to the number.
"Dylan... Please, come with me, I can't do this on my own." Ernesto's voice rang out through the speaker.
"Why not? Can't you use a different lawyer? I already said that I don't want to represent you."
"C'mon, Dylan, I've got things to do with my life. The lady's gonna cook for me tonight."
I stifled my laugh by putting my hand over my mouth. "Oh, trust me, I know."
I looked down at the pan and uncooked foods and debated whether or not I should go.
"Fine. Give me an hour." I said.
"An hour?" He moaned.
"Yeah.. I gotta simmer some things if you know what I mean.."
"Alright... Don't forget!" He reminded.
"I wont." I said as I clicked off the phone.
Stacey peeked her head out through her bedroom door.
"Are things getting hot?" She asked.
"Not yet... They're about to." I responded, thinking about what really was going to happen if I met Ernesto like he wanted.
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