Fused

Chapter 10

Beautiful people x

Sorry for the late update. I'm making it up to you by giving you an extra-long chapter ;) I hope I am forgiven. I decided to continue w/ Fused thanks to encouragement and kind words from you. I appreciate it. Thank you for reading my book. I hope that you all bloom like wild flowers.

Here you go :p

RHESA POV

I slammed the door shut to stifle the annoying sound of barking dogs. "Why does everybody is this damn neighborhood think that it's okay to let their stupid dogs run lose. It's like Calcutta out there," I shrieked. "Really Rhesa? Calcutta? You've never even been there," Azariah chuckled as she took a sip of wine. "There's a reason Mother Teresa practiced charity work over there. I've watched documentaries about it on TV too. And what the hell is wrong with you? It's like 8am. Who drinks at 8 am?" I cried as I sat on the kitchen stool beside her. "It's relaxing. And I read some article on the internet that it boosts metabolism. Wine makes you skinny," she enlightened with a smile on her face, "And we all know that if it's on the internet it must be true."

"So, may I pour you a glass of wine m'lady?" Azariah said in a pathetic British accent. "No. You may not," I replied not amused. "I'm feeling a bit guilty by the way. You left your purse here last night," Azariah said. "No way. I thought I had lost it or something," I replied gratefully. "Oh and when the pizza guy came I was three bucks short so I took it from you," she said. "It's just three dollars. No big deal Rhee," I answered as I took my purse. "I also took a pack of gum, a lipstick, a necklace and 30 other dollars; I went out to buy some wine," Azariah added with a nifty look on her face. "If we were in prison I would totally be your bitch. Azariah, you robbed me to support a drinking habit!" I po-faced. This girl never seized to amaze me. "I offered you the 30 dollar wine and you refused, so whatever. And just as a by the way, the fact that we are sisters automatically makes you my bitch," she laughed. "Wonderful," I sneered, "And can we go have breakfast now?" "Totally," Azariah responded as we got up to leave.

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"I hope you won't ask me to pay for that," I smiled as I took a sip of my caramel tea. Azariah flashed some cash in my face, "I am not that mean and yes, I will pay for it. I got you boo." "In that case, I will order a large red velvet cake to go with it," I joked as I waved my hand in the air signaling for a waiter to come our way. "You are getting ahead of yourself Azariah," she humored. "So, have you gotten yourself a fella yet?" she asked curiously. "Have YOU met a guy?" I mocked. This girl always had something up her sleeve. She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. "Yes yes I have. Have you?" she smiled. She had met a guy? I began to get nauseous as I pictured her having a blast at the couples table while I was all alone at the single's table. My head turned to look at Azariah who was looking at me intensely as if trying to figure something out. "Yes I have," I lied. She took a bite of her croissant and answered, "I see. Did you actually leave the office?" Her eyes darkened. When you have a twin, they're just like your reflection. There are some things that you know about each other's demeanor that nobody else would notice. Even our parents didn't know, it was just our thing. Azariah knew I was lying but went along with it. Probably out of pity, considering my nasty relationship with Bradley. "Yes I did. Speaking of office. How's work?" I quickly changed the topic. "Good escape but whether you like it or not, we will have that conversation. As for work, it's great! The museum down town is going to showcase some of my pieces at the annual art convention in a few weeks. This is my big break! You're coming right?" she said with a radiant glow in her eyes. The news warmed my heart as I remembered all the sleepless nights and effort that she put into that project. Hard work really does pay. "All is well that ends well. You have worked so hard. You deserve this. Of course I'm coming. June 30th is blacked out on my calendar," I responded with an ear to ear smile plastered on my face. "Thanks Rhee. Because I can't imagine going through that without you. Come with that guy you've met. Introductions should be in order. What about you? How's work?" Azariah asked. I'm sure I'll have found a guy in time for the convention. Hope is good right? "It is okay as well. Don't mean to brag but I win all the cases I work on," I answered proudly.

"Again with the 'I'm the best lawyer in the world' talk. Do not flatter yourself darling. You're a workaholic Rhee. I mean you are such a type A+ personality. Always looking for perfection. Thank you for doing my taxes and being successful but you need to give yourself a break," she snapped. "Oh you're welcome Rhee. I am always happy to help my more spontaneous, open minded, allergic to commitment artist sister. And as a matter of fact, I genuinely enjoy what I do," I countered. "Whatever makes you sleep at night Rhesa. All I'm saying is that life is short. Let lose sometimes. I need to go sort some things at work. I'll call you later," Azariah said as she stood up to leave. I gave her a faint smile, "Bye."

I decided to stay a little longer at the café seeing as I had time on my hands and I still wanted that red velvet cake. I was deeply engrossed in a 'Sidney Sheldon' novel; yes, I love the classics, when a deep voice brought me out of my reverie.

"I did not think I would get lucky this soon. Well, you're a sight to sore eyes." I blinked, looking up at him stunned. I studied his face penetratingly wondering who the hell the guy was. "Talk about coincidence. I was literally just thinking about you," he said with a smirk on his lips as he sat on the empty chair in front of me. Wow! Was this guy out of his mind? "Were you? Really?" I asked sarcastically. "Oh so you mean I haven't been on your mind as well?" he replied as he took the menu and began to read it. I titled my head in confusion. "To be honest, I can't say you have," I answered with irritation dripping from my voice. "I do not like the sound of that. This is obviously a situation that needs to be rectified," he said earnestly. "Obviously," I deadpanned as I rolled my eyes. "Alright then. I am going to get myself some éclairs and then we can chill," he said as he scanned the menu clearly confused on what to pick. "I don't think that's a good idea," I said tentatively. He picked my phone up from the table and took a photo.

"If in the end, I turn out to be Tyler Lacoste; rapist murderer, you can give that to the police," he laughed as he handed the phone back to me.

I frowned in deep thought. There was a part of me that was petrified. He was a stranger and I knew damn well not to talk to strangers. For all I knew he might have been a Freddy Kruger or an axe murderer leading me on to get his next kill. All the criminal minds I watched with Azariah was starting to bite me in the back. Could I trust him? My mother always used to say 'Look before you leap.' But then again, there was a part of me that was interested in this guy. He was like a Greek god. Extremely attractive. Screaming sex appeal. And I must say, his method of approach was original; the whole 'acting like I know you' thing was out of the ordinary. They say curiosity killed the cat but in this case, I was willing to take the risk. He was different. And I needed a date to the wedding. "This café offers great coffee. But I would not recommend the sweet stuff," I told him. "Well then, take me where it's amazing," he responded. "If you insist," I chuckled.