A knock against the grill woke me up the same time my phone starts ringing.
Reaching for it, I answered without opening my eyes.
"Zayelle, you had promised." Came French voice.
My eyes opened immediately.
"I'm up." I sigh, sitting so I don't fall asleep.
"You just woke up?" He asked and I yawned instantly.
"Yeah."
"I've been calling you for the past two hours. I'm outside." He announced and I rolled out of bed.
I've been hitting snooze far too much.
"A you did a knock?" I asked.
"Yep."
Looking at my reflection through the mirror, I cleaned my eyes before opening my bedroom door.
"I'm coming, but mih nuh ready yet." I yawned once more, even checking if my breath smells.
How me one lucky suh.
Though my hair is all over the place because I forgot my bonnet last night.
The sign of sleep was still on my eyes and face but I didn't care if it scared him.
I peek out and saw him seated on the wall by the stairs.
He's wearing a blue t-shirt and black shorts. Not forgetting his jewelry that looks different than what he was in yesterday.
He smiles and waved, so I opened the door at the sight of his entire left arm covered in tattoos.
I looked away realizing that it's real, and not just a sleeve nor do I want to get caught staring.
Again, I yawned. Taking the key off the hook to unlock the grill.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He greets and I looked right at him without responding. "You're not a morning person then."
I opened the locks on the grill and turned to head inside.
"It's one other reason mih don't go out because mih naw guh get mih usual rest. Mih can't always work on a plan or appointment, mih sleep better when mih nuh have nothing a duh the next day." I grumbled.
"I'll keep that in mind for our next outing." He considered so I stopped and looked back at him.
"What other outing?"
"I'll tell you about it later." He insisted, as he avoids looking at me from where I am. "You might want to cover up."
Looking down at myself, I frowned.
My girly 'Hello Kitty' boxers and a tight fine strap white blouse that outline my breasts and nipples.
"Sorry fih yuh. Dem things yah mih wear cause mih cyaw tek dem yah heat. A mih uniform." I remarked and he smiles, closing the grill. "Soon fawud."
"What do you want for breakfast?"
I stopped again and looks at him. "Uh?"
"Can I make you something for breakfast?" He repeats.
I looked at him good, seeing as he was serious. Then I remembered what daddy said about him being a chef and whatever.
"Sure." I nod, going to my room.
I didn't have to shower long, though I got distracted by the cocoa scented products I got last night.
Daddy had the audacity to say he knows women do extra when they're planning on giving it up to a man.
Giving up what? Daddy mussi mad.
I really wonder if he's my father sometimes. I have so many thoughts on it.
Unsure about what to wear, I opened my bedroom door and peeked out.
The smell of eggs and bacon filled my nostrils.
"French!" I called.
"Yeah?"
"Since yuh bringing me out, I have two outfit options. Something close to my uniform, but with a shorts or a..." I don't think he'll know what a romper is. "dress?"
"Definitely a dress."
Laughing, I closed the door and took it up.
It's worst, having no straps, requires no bra and it's sitting right under my ass.
Ditching the perfume, as my moisturizer was sweet enough, I exit the room after a last look.
"Smelling good." I smiled, seeing it dished out in a Tupperware container. "There are plates in the cupboard."
"We're late so you can eat in the car..." He looks at my outfit choice with widened eyes but said nothing.
Sighing, I returned to my room for my purse, traveling bag and phone.
He brought the food to the car while I locked up. Putting my bags on the backseat for me, I thanked him and got seated as he had opened the door for me.
We left the property around ten and an hour late since I've over slept.
As he drove, I got lost in the breakfast and I didn't care what was going on outside or the direction he's carrying me.
If daddy trusted him to bring me out, I've also put my trust in him. Just how amazing this breakfast is.
Scrambled eggs, bacon, mini pancakes, cinnamon french toast...
"Thanks for breakfast." I spoke for the first time in minutes.
"It was a pleasure."
Wah dat suppose tu mean?
It's a pleasure?
It's a pleasure to make me breakfast, why?
"I can hear the gears turning in your head." He chuckled.
Why this bwoy a play wid mih.
I glared at him and it makes him laugh. "Mih give yuh joke?"
"No. I'm just testing the waters." He remarked and I frowned.
"Gwaan till yuh drown." I muttered, locking up the dish inside daddys' lunch bag.
"I'm a great swimmer." He added.
"Who tell yuh dat?" I asked, looking back at him.
"The gold medals that I won." He shrugged and my eyes widened.
"Sorry." I looked away, still in disbelief.
I started remembering what daddy said about him. That he's a rich kid about to graduate UWI. This year is his last.
Simple things like swimming, cooking and driving fancy vehicles aren't the only thing he's good at.
"It's nothing to be sorry about. Just keep in mind that I can teach you a little something." He added and I laughed.
"What you and mih fada a chat mih seh?" I fold my arms and looked at him once more.
His lighter brown eyes met mine and a smirk fell upon his lips. The glimpse followed by silence as he focused on the road and his surroundings.
"French."
"That is not my name." He acknowledges and I rolled my eyes.
"Johari Masters." I sigh, watching as his smirk turns to a grin.
"Yes, Zayelle Maxwell?"
"Forget it." I looked away, blushing like an idiot.
All because he said my name and it sounds good coming from his mouth with that accent of his.
"For now." He said, speeding up when he saw how clear the road has gotten.
"Where are we heading?"
He said nothing.
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