"Cranky early bird...." I whisper as I approach him.
He glances at me then continues typing something on his phone.
He's all dressed up in black Adidas sportswear. That one's a plus, to the dark blue jeans and black Tshirts of his...
"Going for a run?" I ask as I pour myself a glass of water.
"Umhum..." He nods, still staring at his damn screen.
"Can I come with?" I politely ask.
He throws me an unsure look.
"Travis will be here in a while; don't you want to wait him up?" He asks with a different tone.
"He'll still be here when we come back..." I shrug.
"I'm going to get dressed, don't go anywhere." I announce.
I wasn't going to wait for him to say yes. Yes isn't in Luke Kent's dictionary.
I jog up the stairs and into my room.
Too bad, I don't have any fancy Adidas or any fancy sportswear at that matter.
I squeeze into my black leggings, put on a loose crème hood jumper, and my black Nike sport shoes, which were the closest thing I had to fancy.
I had nothing on me, just a rubber band which I was later going to use for my hair. Meanwhile, I let it fall down my shoulder with its voluminous locks.
"I'm ready!" I announce when I reach the bottom of the stairs.
I look around but Luke was nowhere to be found.
A pang of humiliation hits me.
I swallow a lump but it stops midway when I flinch at the sound of two impatient honks coming from outside.
I gain some of my common sense and hurry out the front door. There he was waiting for me in his Mercedes.
"I thought you left..." I sigh when I got inside the car.
"You fixed your car!" I remark.
"Yeah..." He nods.
"Your baby..." I mutter before silently chuckling at the memory.
"What?" He asks and frowns at me.
"Your baby, isn't that what you call it?" I say and narrow down a smile.
"What exactly is it?" He says but I know he's playing dumb.
"You called your Mercedes baby when you got it driving into the wall while you were drunk." I summarize.
He faintly smiles.
"It is my baby..." He smirks and pulls the hand break.
I look around us before emerging from the car.
We were at a huge green field with a circular walking route that was a thousand meters long.
A good number of individuals were already jogging, running, and even walking in a slow pace.
The aura felt energetic.
"Shall we?" He pulls me out of my reverie.
I motion a finger for him and hurriedly restrain my hair in a high ponytail.
We start walking at a moderate pace.
"So what do you do? Jog or run?" I ask. He looks down at me.
"Jog." He answers.
"Umm-the entire distance?" I ask.
"Yeah." He says.
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The Kents
RomanceThree adopted sons that keep alive Mr. Mark Kent's reputation and wealth. One girl that has his blood running through her veins gets later introduced to them after her father's passing away. Living under one rooftop, Emma struggles to find her pla...
