Rolling my eyes I spoke "Fuck you." I said as he takes off his glasses glaring at me from his seat "Only in your dreams 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, I can't help but ask, do you even know how to shut your mouth?" He talks in his arrogant voice and my fists...
Waking up by my alarm I got up, took a hot shower and changed my clothes, ate breakfast as I now place my suitcases in the trunk of the car walking to the drivers side as I get in only to be stuck in mother fucking traffic.
I roll down my window seeing the car next to me, a woman inside as she fixed her makeup turning her head in my direction smiling and I return the smile as she rolls down her window "Nice car!" She says and I nod my head giving her a small smile.
I wouldn't say she has a nice car she is driving an old Ford most probably a 2019 model, I turn my focus back on the road as we start moving only to hear her voice scream again "Drinks?"
"Nah I'm good." I say and she looks a bit offended as I roll my windows back up as I drive.
Narrowing my eyes I see an unknown number as I declined the call only for it to call a few moments later this time I answer.
"Lucas. How can I help?" I ask as I hear a woman's voice talk through the phone "Good day sir... I would like to confirm that the keys of the house will be given to you by a guard but you have to say your name first."
I nod my head thinking about the fact that I have to get used to a new environment but it's nothing new to me I have been traveling and moving my whole damn life so.
"No problem." I say hanging up turning on the radio only to hear a song I don't want to hear. These American artists.
I shut it off deciding I'd most rather drive in silence.
As I near the house I get yet another call from the same woman but I declined it. She calls again. I decline again.
Coming into view of the house I see the big black gates awaiting me as I pull into the driveway a guard making its way to my car "Name sir." He says "Lucas King." Is all I say for him to run back and the gate automatically opens as I drive past him I see the way he eyes my car and I can't help but chuckle at him as I came to a stop.
Climbing out of the car I take off my sunglasses looking up at the house studying it closely "Not really me. But I can work with it." I say to myself turning around "Hey! Come get the luggage out of the car." I yell to the guard and in less than a second it's out but I tell him that I'd take it into the house.
I don't even want to be here. But the testament clearly states that I have to stay here for six months if I want that 6 Million dollars, if you'd ask me two months ago I'd most definitely say nah I'm good but thanks to my partner my businesses are on the edge of closing caused by the fact that I am too short on capital.
I couldn't even leave for a month and he fucked it all up.
Now here I am thanks to my father's brother who passed away and seeing he had no kids he was kind enough to leave it all to me. Just great.
Six months won't take me that long. All I have to do is live here and they'll check up on me every now and then and if I'm able to maintain the house all by myself which will be the easiest part I get my money.
I was also given the job as a manager at Jones Holdings and I gladly accepted it seeing I'll be all by myself in this house and in need of some kind of entertainment.
It'll be a chance for me to clear my mind and think everything through.
Walking up to the doors I take out my pair of keys I was given by the guard when I was about to unlock it but it was already open.
A frown makes its way to my face as I push open the door stepping in.
A woman's perfume hits my nostrils in a matter of seconds but there is no one else here except for me. The house isn't my favorite but it has to do, it's big yes but too small for me.
The paintings on the wall huge and colourful and I can't help but study one of them... It's a field, with a river and two boys playing in it...the sky blue and bright and I can't help but miss my hometown. Out if this country.
America is nice. I enjoy my time here but I can't help but miss back home every now and then plus I've had some weird intercourses with people here, the memory of that woman who draw a heart on my car with her lipstick just makes me mad all over again. She had to be mad.
Psycho.
I make my way up the stairs of the house looking around a smile still on my face "Home sweet home." I whisper to myself when I noticed in the side of my eye a bathroom door widely open and I step towards there only to find the entire bathroom counter top covered in woman's products, a straightener plugged in but not switched off, I switch it off a frown yet again on my face.
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What is going on? Did this man forget to let his side chicks know he's dead?
