Professionally Perfect

Chapter 23

Robert.

Grey clouds hid away the sun while rain fell all around. Kimberly insisted on taking the dog for a walk even with such horrendous weather. "We should have grabbed an umbrella." Kimberly wiped rain off her forehead with a huff.

"Or we could have chosen to stay inside."

"Puppies need walks." She squinted at me, bringing a small smile to my face. Kimberly had wanted a puppy for a while. Whenever she saw a video of an animal she asked for one. She asked me for a pig once. I began to laugh presuming she was joking. She wasn't. She cried. I then took her to a farm to see some pigs.

For someone who insisted she didn't show emotions, she cried over animals an awful lot.

We knew it was almost impossible to have an animal with our busy schedule, therefore we couldn't get one. But that didn't stop her whining like a child.

"Your family hasn't really met mine yet." I decided to change the topic. Of course, they met at the wedding, but the focus was on us then, not so much my parents mingling with Kim's.

Kim stopped walking but didn't unlock her fingers from mine. She looked at me with a sour look on her face. "I don't want your family meeting mine."

I knew what her answer would be, but I asked anyway. "And why is that, sweetheart? You aren't embarrassed by my family are you?" I spoke with a smirk.

"You know why." She shook her head with a point and continued on walking. "Your family is so nice. They're an actual family. They sit around the table to eat together every night for goodness sake. Most of my family stink of weed, haven't had a haircut in over a year, and they just completely disregard other people's personal space. I don't want your family to think less of me."

I could understand where Kim was coming from, but I also thought she was being ridiculous. She was panicking over nothing. "My family loves you and you know it."

"That doesn't matter, my family is emba- Cinnamon went. Dibs on not cleaning it." Kim grinned at me. I didn't want this dog. I only agreed to take care of it because I knew Kimberly would be oh so happy. Otherwise, I'd have passed on the responsibility to my Brother.

Kimberly passed me a doggie bag from her pocket, looking ever so pleased with herself. "Wipe that smile off your face."

"Sorry." She wasn't sorry.

I cleaned up the dog mess and threw it in a nearby bin, but not before I pretended to throw it at Kim earning a scream. I used a generous amount of sanitiser. "When we get home I'll run you a bath and we can watch a movie, okay?" I tried not to sound amused by the disgusted look still plastered on her face.

We were almost home, and although the rain wasn't too heavy, we were both wet right through. I had asked multiple times if Kimberly was cold, but she insisted that she was not. I entered the code to open the gates and we walked up the drive. "The living room window was left open."

Kim shot me a guilty smile. I wasn't mad. A little water wouldn't hurt.

I reached in my pockets for my keys but came up empty. I furrowed my brows and checked once again. Kimberly must have noticed that I didn't have them and began to check herself.

"No?" The doors locked automatically after they were shut to stop anyone from forgetting to lock the doors. It seemed a great idea at the time.

She shook her head.

"It's the dog's fault." I scoffed but crouched down to hide the dog from the rain that was slowly getting heavier.

"I'll pass Cinnamon through the window to stop her from getting sick. She should be okay in there for a little while, right?" Kimberly already began taking the leash off the puppy. Cinnamon shook, attempting to dry herself even as more rain fell.