Bitter Sweet Desires (Girlxintersex)

Chapter 3

Season 1 Episode 3

Ameka POV

It should be a sin to conduct an interview in a bedroom. I couldn't get over the notion that I had been grieving for a deceased person for more than six months. Wasn't there a legislation that made that illegal?

"Please simply don't talk until she asks." As I opened the door, Piper's nagging voice advised. I considered flashing her the fingers, but Lucinda's motherly stare convinced me to keep my hands at my side. My sneaker pressed up on the wood floor. The already ajar door allowed me to see the completely equipped bedroom. I received a feeling of traveling back in time to the old Victorian era as soon as I walked in.

The walls were covered in floral wallpaper. Thick curtains concealed the window and cast a gloomy hue on the room. Bed with a wooden frame and drapes dangling around it. A wooden desk and dresser. The entire wooden structure appeared to have been newly dusted and varnished, leaving it as gleaming as a penny.

"Hello." I swallowed as I entered the dimly lit room. "Where the hell is the blasted light?" My eyes started looking for a light switch. But I saw an ancient golden lamp at the end of the bureau. I approached it, hoping to turn it on, but nothing happened.

I tsk. Seeing that the wire was all tied up. I started unwinding it when I heard someone clear their throat. "What are you doing?" The monotone male voice inquired. I dropped the wiring and turned around to realize that the masculine voice belonged to a woman. Her huge circles under her eyes fixed on me. They were remote and arctic. But as they examined me, their eyes began to expand, exactly like Lucinda's.

I swallowed slowly backing up in the dresser.

"I was attempting to brighten the room. It appears to be a little dark." I stumbled. I gradually began to untangle the wires from my grasp.

"Zayla..." She muttered, then turned away, leaving the door open. Perplexed with my mistake, I stood there.

According to her appearance, she was in profound mourning and hadn't gotten much sleep.

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Jackson Stones POV

As I entered the hallway, I noticed Piper and Lucinda. I immediately approached Piper, a snarl escaping my lips.

"Who is she, and why does she resemble my wife? Are you playing with me? Piper, this isn't funny." I grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall. Whimpering, her eyes flash with fear.

"She's my sister, and she's looking for work."

"I do not want her to be my nanny." She resembles her; why would you bring a female who like my wife?" Tears welled up in my eyes as I inquired.

I drew away from Lucinda, leaning against the wall, while she tenderly caressed my back. My lips release a lengthy sigh.

"She'll only be here for a year," Piper said.

"Does 365 days seem too short to you?"

"All she needs is money to go to college and—"

"Pay it for her. But you looked to be mocking me. I'm already seeing her around the home."

"Have you seen her about the house?" Lucinda asked, her palm to her heart, astonished. I centered my sights on the old lady. From the beginning of my memory, she has served as my maid. And she has always loved getting her hands on the best tea for her gossip round talk table.

"I'm not insane, and if I heard the maids, with this same reasoning, I will expel you."

"Oh, please keep quiet." Piper replied as she drew me back to face her. She put a gentle touch on my cheek. "Just don't mention anything to her." She'll be out of your hair in no time."

"But she looks just like her." Bringing her sister here has set up a hornet's nest in my life. I was fine with mourning my wife's death. I would mourn her till my mind decided to forget her. But seeing her manifestation simply brought up memories I was trying to forget.

"Get me another girl to look after my child."

"All these females want to do is hang around on social media. She's the only girl willing to take on the challenge."

"Please, Piper, I'm already insane. I can—"

"She has to work for herself because that's what she wants and she's a diligent worker—"

"Hello." Her gentle voice called. We all turned to face her, and she squirmed. Her fingers gripped the door for support.

"Do I get the job?" She inquired, her voice uncertain. My gaze couldn't take my attention away from her face. How could God have made her to be as gorgeous as my wife? Her sole distinguishing feature was her brunette hair.

"I'm sorry if I messed up the wiring." Her gaze shifted to mine, and she smiled. I had the impression that time was moving slowly around me. Simply looking at everything her complete existence had to give.

"Stop gazing and approach her."

My gaze was drawn to Lucinda. "Do you want something to talk about?"

"Excuse me—"

"Tell everyone not to mention how much she resembles my wife. Do you get what I'm saying?" I hissed, looking the old lady down. For a brief while, terror welled up in her eyes. "Nobody wants you to work for them. So you don't want to lose your job, do you?" I clenched my teeth.

"Hey, Jackson, take it easy." Piper gripped my arm.

"She finds out about this, and I murder you all. Make certain that every single photo of Zayla is hidden." I sighed, desiring to keep the love of my life hidden.

"Yes ma'am." She murmured.

"Does it indicate she's going to get the job?" Piper inquired.

"We shall see." I whispered as I walked back to her.

"I apologize for that. Let us get started." I whispered, motioning for her to enter the room.