Billionaire Banker And The Chirpy Beauty: KFAR

Chapter 1

Story: Billionaire Banker and the Chirpy Beauty (Chapter 1)

Chapter-1

Morning came and Sam got up reluctantly, after the scene in the kitchen she paced about in her room going crazy. Shit, she shouldn't have flipped out like that. What if Neil decides to throw her out? Where would she go? Damn, she didn't think about the consequences of such an action.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. She was one useless woman. After much pacing and later twisting and turning in bed, she had finally slid into a disturbed sleep. She felt hung-over. Yawning and stretching her tired body, she got from the bed blurry eyed. The digital clock beside on the table, said it was 5:30 AM. Gosh, even if she slept quite late, her body wakes her mind right on early. It was a habit since high school.

Swiping her hand over the crow nest hair, Sam groaned out loud. She didn't have time to straighten her hair, now in the morning it looked like some bird just pecked and made a comfortable home on her head.

Her long black hair wasn't silky smooth nor was it perfectly curled. They were somewhere in the middle. Resembling the strands of a broomstick. She got into the bathroom. Picked up a toothbrush. Humming a tune she brushed her teeth. Sam grimaced looking at her face and hair. She combed the messy strands and pulled the heavy volume in a neat ponytail. Spitting out the toothpaste, she rinsed her mouth and washed her face with an all skin purpose face wash.

Feeling the cool water on her heated skin made her release a sigh. Drying her face with a towel, she blinked at her reflection in the mirror. Her throat was parched and so were her lips. She licked them. Sam looked lost. Unfocussed. It was the same question, repeating always in a pattern.

What was she doing? What had she accomplished? What had life in store for her in the future? Half way around the work she starts, much with excitement and alacrity, later would not appeal to her anymore. Sam thought about the four paintings which were waiting to be finished, but she had not the guts to complete the art. She was rethinking her goal. Is painting her only one calling? Was something else not.

Sam padded barefoot and walked towards the kitchen. Her head full of thoughts.

It was okay to be taken lightly at home, but it was not okay when they, her family, sees her as useless. It was not a good feeling. Sam wasn't weak and vulnerable as they assumed.

Sighing heavily, Sam willed her mind to turn to cheery thoughts. Forgetting everything that instant the gloomy thoughts, she turned to the way of the kitchen. There was a smoky aroma filling up her nostrils, her step faltered. Bacon and eggs. Her eyebrows drew together in confusion. Who might be cooking this early in the morning?

Sure, it... it was not Neil. He sleeps late and there was an odd timed cleaner coming once in a while. He does not have any cook or a servant. God knows where he eats. The kitchen was unused but resourceful, anyway though, it lacked of groceries and supplies. The week after she arrived, Sam took hold of the kitchen. She made breakfast and dinner, for lunch she was out working. Sam never ate out but carried a lunch box, well it carried a simple sandwich and fruit salad. She put the other boxes in the fridge and hoped that Neil would eat at home rather than eating outside, and she was pleased to see the plates empty in the evening.

Sam stopped dead at the entrance of the kitchen, her feet as if an electronic gadget pair of legs remained unmovable, as if controlled by a remote. And the remote was held by Neil. What the hell was he doing in the kitchen? Early in the morning.

She looked on surprised as he swiftly removed the bacon strips and the slid them onto a bloating paper. The excess oil seeped away and he tossed those in a plate. Long crispy bacon. Her mouth watered. Neil emptied the scrambled eggs from the pan into the bacon filled plate. Hot coffee vapors spread in the air and reached to her senses. Almost immediately her body craved for it and her stomach grumbled having been sent a signal from her nose that food had arrived. The sound cut into the silence in which Neil was working so diligently. Even a heavy push of breeze would swiftly pass by without making a sound in his presence.