Mine

Chapter Twenty Three

Dirk and I carry everything into the house. I head up stairs with the clothes while Dirk sets his supplies down. After that he comes upstairs and helps me sort out their clothes. We hang them up in the closets and then paint the master bedroom. Dirk then goes to play with the electric things he brought while I try to clean off the wall paper. Dirk said I'd have to be gentle with the cleaner or I'll just rip it of the wall. I don't know whether I believed him or not, but I do listen to him. As I clean all I can think about is what Dirk isn't telling me. He looked really concerned about it. Before I know it I finished the upstairs. It went by so fast while I came up with a thousand different possibilities that Dirk might not be telling me.

When I go do go downstairs I've decided I'm done working on this house. Tomorrow is Friday, and we'll probably leave on Saturday and I haven't done anything special with Dirk yet. I find Dirk in the kitchen under the sink. He's working up something with his back on the ground and his hands raised above his head. His shirt rides up to expose just the right amount of skin. It's like that pose in all those corny movies where the repair man fixing the sink is really hot and the single women falls in love with him. Although I'm not a single women and Dirk is my boyfriend.

"What are you doing?"

"Their bills are always paid, but the water wasn't working. I called the company that controls their water and they said it was on. I figured there was a clog or some damage."

"Oh. Are you almost done?"

"Yeah." Dirk comes out from under the sink and looks up at me. He looks tired. I glance around quickly and see not much changed down here in the hours I've left him alone.

"Did you even do anything?" The guilty look on his face is enough of an answer. "Then what the hell were you doing?" Dirk shrugs and I hear his phone buzz. He goes to reach for it, but his hands are dirty. So I grab it.

"Dave." Dirk's voice isn't pleading, it's commanding. He wants me to put his phone down.

"What don't you want me to see?"

"Dave it's my phone put it down." Dirk quickly washes his hands in the sink he just fixed while keeping his eyes on me. "I mean it."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to fight with you about nothing."

"Well that's exactly what we're doing right now isn't it?" Dirk dries his hands on his jeans and reaches out.

"My phone Dave, now." I could trust him and give him his phone back, or refuse and try to look through it. Either way he'll get it back and I won't have enough time to figure out what's going on.

"Fine, I don't care anymore." I throw Dirk's phone at him and start walking away. What he's doing is sneaky, and I know I'm suppose to trust him, but we're supposed to be open with each other in a relationship. He might have had a longer relationship than I've ever had, but that doesn't mean he knows what he's doing right now.

"Dave-"

"No I don't wanna talk about it."

"It's about that competition you won." That makes me stop. I sigh and turn to face him.

"What about it?"

"The director has a lot of complaints against him."

"So?" Dirk runs a hand through his hair in frustration.

"They aren't regular complaints. He's stubborn and rude, and he black lists people if they piss him off. People hate working with him, and a lot of female actresses say he threatened them. I wanted to confirm everything before I told you. I don't want you to work with a scumbag."