SOUL TIES (The Sánchez Brothers Series, Book 1)

CHAPTER 32 : DEBBIE

Yay!!! A double update. I'm on a roll! Finally, a smut chapter! This will be my first and only smut warning in the whole book. Enjoy! *cackles wickedly*

After leaving it for three weeks, my house in California had already become strange to me. I was used to the coziness that came with my parents' house and was having a hard time adapting to my own house. It didn't help that Nelly messed up the whole apartment while we were away. Remind me why I had to keep tolerating that lady.

Oh, yeah. She had been my friend for more two decades, so I couldn't just dispose her. 

After she took Kayla to school, I took my time to upturn and overhaul the whole place till everywhere was spick and span and as spotless as the day I first moved in. With all the dishes taken care of, I finally took in a deep breath and savored the clean atmosphere. Nothing like a tidy house on a Monday morning.

My joy was cut short though, when I realized how boring it was to not have anything to do. Back when I was still at my parents', it was different. Ar least, I had Kayla and my mom and my dad to keep me company. I was all alone at the moment, and it was fucking torture watching television and periodically glancing at the wall clock to see the second hand slowly tick. That wasn't what I was used to. It was 11am, I should had at least handled two sessions by then. But here I was in my living room, still dressed in jammies even though I'd taken my bath. 

I felt immaterial and for a second, I regretted that I had taken a leave from work. The boredom and lack of fulfillment was insane. How did Nelly even cope with living the same way day after day for years? 

At some point, I decided to bake a cake to get myself busy. However, my anguish knew no bounds when I saw the fridge had practically nothing in it. Another of Nelly's handiwork. 

While I was contemplating if I should make a quick stop at the store, a knock sounded on my door. 

"Coming!" I called out as I barged the fridge door. 

A gasp left my lips when I looked through the peephole. After the gasp, my lips stretched to form a sheepish grin and I slowly slid away from the door. 

Andre was standing outside my door. In a fucking suit. 

I took a few deep breaths and snapped my fingers to regain my composure before turning the key in the lock.

I was 5 ft 10, which was considered tall for a woman. However, Andre had a couple inches on me, so he stood like a mammoth, sucking up all the space in the hallway. His head was almost touching the top of the doorpost and he looked elegant in his suit, while I looked homeless in my pyjamas.

"Hey." My voice was a dry croak and I wanted to melt into an embarrassing puddle right there. I quickly cleared my throat and stepped aside. "Come on in."

"Hello." He said casually as he walked into the apartment.

I locked the door behind him and took one last deep breath to steel myself. "Uhmm, can I offer you something? A glass of water perhaps?" Thanks to Nelly, that was all I even had to offer. Nelly 1-0 Me. 

He slid his hands in his pants pockets and shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. How are you?"

"I'm good."

He gave me a quick once-over and his lips formed a lazy smirk. "You do look good." I looked away to hide my smile, being around him always made me that way. 

"Uhmmm…." I swung my arms back and forth in nervousness. All those risqué texts and phone conversations and it was hard to not be nervous as he stood before me in flesh and blood. Damn. "Not that I'm complaining or anything about you being here, but weren't we supposed to meet tomorrow?"