In Love With The Pornstar

Chapter 11

Mission to destroy Alan's wedding would have to be put on hold for a moment, I have a wild woman I have to take care of or babysit whichever way you want to put it. I really wanted her to be a part of my sexual life but it's pretty clear

that's not going to happen. Not unless I'm the type of guy she wants me to be and nobody tell LaFleur who to be. It was pretty late and I was sore from this long, exhausting day. I

made the effort to get up from the couch but the sound of my bones cracking order me to sit back down. It was a relief that my couch was also a bed. Pressing the nearest button, the couch automatically outstretch itself and with a quick shift a bed was at my disposal. Ahhhh the luxury of being rich! I

thought as I grab the remote and turn on my 30 inch screen tv. Much to my surprise it wasn't working. Maybe the remote was broken, I'll get another one in the morning. I got up to inspect my TV ignoring the cries of my muscles urging me to lay back down and rest. I turn on the power button but still

no response. After at least thirty minutes of inspection and still I couldn't find the problem. What am I missing? If I could lift this piece of garbage I would've threw out of the window. I kicked the worthless electronic and let out a frustrating sigh.
"Wow are you always that uptight?" She chuckle.

"Why are you out of bed" I didn't know I'd sound like a father until the word came out of my mouth.

"Well I am in a stranger's house" I was too frustrated to pick up any sarcasm.

"Really do you kiss every stranger you met?" And I honestly mean that.

"Hey you kissed me first" she cross her hand in a defensive manner.
"and you went in for it" her jaw drop.

"Oh really so you trying to call me a whore" that was not my intention
"no that is not what I was implying I was......"

"Well what if I tell you that this whore can fix your gigantic TV" I shook my head in disbelief
"you? What do you know about fixing a TV you work in a bar" she storm off, walking up to my face
"I thought you'd knew how to fix a TV since you work in an office" I kept my mouth shut. It was pretty obvious she won this round. Only because I want to watch the game. When she realize I was silent, she bent down and before I knew it the TV was back on.
"Oh My God you fix it" I smile. I underestimated her. Behind this tough, bossy, bitchy attitude there's an intellect hidden there somewhere. I took a sit, waiting for her to do

the same. But instead her hand was on her waist glaring at me. Dumbfounded I stare back at her.
"You're not going to sit?"
"Ohh you got some nerves" she said sucking her teeth. She pulled a wire and the TV went out again.
"What the fuck are you doing? Why...,ohh. Seriouslyyyyy" I stutter upon my words.
"Is that how you act when someone do a favor for you" I stood up running my hand slowly through my hair. I knew her staying here would be the death of me.
"What the hell are you talking about" I yelled.

"I just make your shit work again and you just gonna sit back down look me in my face like an idiot" she is pushing my buttons. This is the exact reason why I'm not married or into any committed relationship, after a long day I simply wants to sit back down and relax which was possible until the devil enter my kingdom.
"What you want a cookie for fixing something that was broken" her eyes light up for a second I thought they changed color.
"Yes at least a cookie will show your appreciation" one Mississippi.......two Mississippi......three Mississippi i took a deep breath.
"Whatever I don't need this I can just watch tv in another other room" as I turn around I heard her laugh. A cruel, vile laugh!
"See I thought you'd say that you see this wire it connects all the television in this house, whoever install this system was clearly unprofessional" I could not believe what I was hearing. She disable every TV in this mansion. It was impossible to escape her.
"Fine thank you Ms. Mckenzie" she raised her eyebrows and smirk
"I'm not convince" she said calmly taking a sit. The rage in her eyes change to great humor.
"Excuse me"
"I'm not convince" she repeated.