Fireworks (Player's Chronicles) Volume II {Complete}

Chapter Three

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With this story anyway…

I’m surprised not many people are commenting.

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Oh, take a prime example from one of my favourite fans --> Melsworld {you are awesome that’s why I dedicated this chapter to you}

p.s. Picture of Kyle with the abs??? *drool* >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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Three

*Natalie*

I was jolted awake from the sounds of pots and pans being scraped together like a drum kit. I slowly got out of bed and stretched my sore muscles. As I was finishing on the yawn that escaped my lips, visions of last night’s events flashed through my mind. I grimaced and shuddered at the thought of being stuck with the idiot for a full week! Ugh, just shoot me now, please I begged with my brain.

I hurriedly made a beeline for the en-suite bathroom just to wash my face and brush my teeth - not that I have a bad taste in my mouth. But just the thought of being stuck with Kyle in the same house for a full seven days is enough for me to gag and have a bad taste in my mouth.

Once I was done, I went to the closet and exchanged my sleepwear for a pair of khaki Capri pants and my brown halter top. I then stopped at Tristan’s room and when I took a peek inside, I was surprised to find his bed made and empty. How odd that the kid didn’t stop by my room to wake me up. Another odd thing about it is, my alarm didn’t go off.

I pulled out my Blackberry to see that I have received an email from Shelly - my PA - back in Greece providing me with last week’s stats for the shipping company that I manage. The beauty of being related to the owner is that I don’t really have to be at the office all the time. In this case,  Nate had even given me one of his private jets to use whenever I want as a payment for babysitting Tristan.

It’s not like I take commercial flights but having a plane at your beck and call is very convenient especially the way I travel. I love traveling and I have also acquired new friends along the way. Friends who are single and carefree such as myself. That’s another reason why my mother insists on getting me hitch because all my friends back here are all married with either one kid, or still in the bun. Bottom line, they are married to some douche or others who are just plain going to suck the life out of me.

I emailed Shelly back as I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen where the noise is still ongoing. What the hell is Kyle doing now? I was surprised to get an immediate reply from Shelly telling me that Nate had already told her that I was taking an extra two weeks out of the office. Wait, two weeks? I asked her that and she replied yes. I should ask my brother why he extended my leave for two weeks unless he wants me to baby-sit for an extra week on top of this week?

Please god if you really exist don’t stick me Kyle for an extra week on top of this, I prayed silently as I hit the green button of my mobile when it highlighted Nate’s number. After three rings, he picked up sounding groggy. Opps, I guess I didn’t consider to check what time it was in Holland before I decided to call him.

“What’s going on Cricket?” Nate said not bothering to mask his annoyance. When I didn’t say anything for a few seconds, he sounded frantic on the line as he asked if I was still there.