Fated Love

Chapter 11

I got home and met Dad watching a rerun of an EPL match. "Hey babe," he glanced at me, reducing the volume of the TV. "How was work?"

"Fine," I answered and went to the kitchen. "I'm tired and hungry." I dumped my bag on the dinner table and sat on the island.

"There is some rice in the cooker and the stew is in the freezer." He said over his shoulder.

"Thank you," I mumbled. "Where's Krystal?" I served some stew on the food and turn to look at him.

"She went grocery shopping." He replied, I frowned. "I sent her."

"Oh." He continued to watch his match while I ate in silence. After eating and washing the dishes, I left for my room. "I'm going to sleep, I've got another work by 4." I announced.

He glanced at me and shook his head. "Rest well." He replied.

I entered my room, dropped my bag on the dresser and flopped on the bed to sleep without bothering to change my clothes but not before setting an alarm for 4 pm.
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After much hassle, I got to Erika's apartment at about 5:30 pm. All that was due to the heavy traffic that hit the streets. The moment I stepped into the apartment, I was met with a bone-crushing hug from both Rosa and Erika.

What's happening today, everybody seems to be hugging.

"How was work? Did you see him? Was he nice or...? Come on, say something." Rosa asked her enthusiasm at its peak.

"Rosa, you should calm down. She just arrived." Erika said and helped me with the box I was holding.

"Thank you," I replied. "Please, be careful with that."

"I already had my bath, so we could start immediately but that's after we've finished eating."

I dropped my bag and we went to the dinner table where the food she had prepared was.

"Okay, are you going to answer my questions now?" Rosa whined.

I ignored her and sniffed the food. "Ahh, this smells nice."

Erika chuckled, "Thanks."

"What the hell Ara, I'm not talking to the thin air, you know?"

"Nothing really special happened, except for the fact that I didn't have much work to do and three of them were around. And I also played the role of his fashion stylist." I shrugged.

"And that wasn't special?" She looked at me, her eyes glazed.

"He told to me to relax and be comfortable around him and that my nervousness was altering his energy." I stated.

"Really?" Rosa asked with a sly smile

"That's so like him." Erika chirped in.

"Ah," I snapped my fingers. "He said something that I didn't quite get."

The both of them stared at me. "What did he say?" Erika stood up from her seat carrying the plates to the wash basin and dropped them there.

"Something about hearing things about me, I didn't get it clearly though."

"If what you say is true then I wonder what he heard about you." She mused.

"Me too." I answered.

"He heard about your charms." Rosa exclaimed.

"And pray tell, what are they?" I asked sarcastically.

"You, darling," she looked at me in the eye seriously. "Know what they are." She answered.

Erika looked at both of us and shook her head. "I'm ready." She said and sat on a recliner.

I got to work on her face while Rosa worked her laptop and with full focus at that.