The Enemy

Chapter Seventeen

~Matteo~

"So how long has this been going on?" Anatasia says flicking her fork between me and Samora. We look at each other seemingly with the same thought. "What do you mean?" Samora asks with a mouthful of food. She puts her hand over her mouth politely to hide the food as she talks. "You know exactly what I mean. How long have you two love birds been at this?" She forks food into her mouth while eyeing us. I've been with Samora all day helping her put furniture together. Niccoli texted me earlier today to let me know Yung will have more energy later tonight. I'm honestly restless and can't wait to get my answers. However Samora has sufficiently helped pass the time. We got to know each other a little more and I can honestly say I like her alot more now. Aside from the fact that I low-key enjoyed playing house for the day, I figured it was way past time for me to get to know her. Her birthday is in a month in September. She's five years younger than myself, she likes cats and her favorite color is yellow. She found it extremely comical that I had no idea how to put furniture together and we failed miserably at the task. I had someone come in and do it for us while I took her shopping for some other stuff like curtains, a new china set, new towels and accessories for both of her bathrooms. We're now having dinner with her sister. She claimed she didn't know how to cook so I took it upon myself to make something simple. Spaghetti with meat sauce and homemade garlic bread. Samora insisted on making a garden salad. She said she's been taking cooking classes but judging by this salad I'm going to have to suggest she try another class.

"It's been about two maybe three months I'm not sure." I take a bite of my garlic bread. "Oh wow really? I could have swore it was alot longer than that." Samora laughed taking a sip of her wine. "How old are you?" Her sister says pushing her now empty plate away from her. She's been asking me questions since she came out of her room twenty minutes ago. Usually I would be annoyed from the amount of questions. But spending time with Samora earlier has me a little more inclined to allow the teenager to get to know me if only to make not just her but Samora more comfortable with me being around. "Haha you're worse than me. I'm 32." I gulp down my wine and stand up. Taking Samora's plate and her sister's I walk over to the sink. "Oh no you cooked I can definitely do the dishes." Walking up next to me to take the dishes from my hand Samora places them in the sink and looks up at me with the prettiest smile on her face. Her hair is up in a messy bun with a few loose curls all over the place. I actually like the lazy effortless look on her. "You two are so hopeless. Don't you guys think it's a little cliché." Anatasia says from the table breaking us out of the little bubble that was starting to form around us. Turning around I lean against the sink and fold my arms across my chest. "If you are talking about me being her boss then yes it started off as a cliché but as of tonight she doesn't work for me anymore."

"Wait what?" In unison they stand in front of me with their hands on their hips looking at me like I've lost my mind. Standing side by side they look like twins. Samora doesn't look her age at all she could pass for twenty-one maybe twenty-three with makeup but bare-faced with SpongeBob slippers on she looks like she's sixteen. Honestly it kind of creeps me out and if I didn't have her file I would think she lied about her age. I place my hand on her shoulder and push her away from her sister so that I could walk past them. This will be the last question I'm going to answer tonight then I'll ask some of my own. "Samora let's be honest here you are a shitty bartender and if it wasn't for the fact that I liked looking at you all night I would have been fired you. But that's not why." I make my way into the living room and take a seat on the sofa my guys came and put together a few hours ago. They have good taste it feels like I just sat on a damn cloud not to mention it gives the room a cozy inviting feel. Samora and Anatasia follows me into the living and stand over me clearly waiting for me to finish. "I can't have my woman working at a club. I can't have my woman working anywhere actually." I get comfortable. Sliding down into the sofa I put my back against it and open my legs some.