Little White Lies (editing)

Brattle Street

Vincent wasn't planning on going to the market that day. Carol was over and complained about the limited supply of food.

Normally Vincent would just ignore her,but then she started yapping at him complaining about how he was being a b*tch. "Vincent you've tortured us all for the past three weeks!" She whined.

"Go get your woman so you'll stop sulking and shooting everybody in a ten foot radius because you have Epididymal hypertension (lol look it up if you must)!" Vincent locked his gun in place and pointed it at Carol.

"Get out you're annoying me." He growled. "No. Once you decided to man up and get your woman I'll leave you alone! And get some d*mn food for this huge house!" Carol yelled not even phased by him pointing the gun at her.

Vincent finally had enough and left to get some groceries. Which lead to him spotting the woman who has haunted his being for a month, who then collided into him with eggs.

It was the following Saturday which marked a month of him visiting and a month since he met her. Even though he saw her four days ago he was looking forward to being in her presence again.

But this time Iris stayed upstairs and that pissed him off a little. She wasn't allowed to hide now. She kissed him back, even if it was just for a second. She didn't know what that second of returning the kiss did, but she would learn.

"Patterson where's your liquor?." Vincent commanded while hand counting the stacks of money Rupert brought in.

"I-Iris is cleaning the bathroom upstairs she can s-show you where I keep my good stuff." Vincent snickered. This man was still terrified of him. But he had to thank him, Vincent rarely found people who caught his eye and Rupert lead him to probably the most intriguing individual. And he wanted her.

Vincent strolled up the stairs peeping around the corner to witness Iris carrying her cleaning supplies and some black guy with a rag and a bucket beside her. The two were laughing like old friends. Vince didn't like that very much.

Therefore their moment needed to end now.

"Mrs. Patterson I was told you would show me where the good stuff is." He said gruffly. His eyes were glued on the black man who looked at him challengingly. "O-oh okay. Anthony I'll see you tomorrow thank you for helping me with the bathroom!"

This "Anthony" wrapped his arms around Iris before walking past Vince to go down stairs. Vincent would remember that. "Follow me Mr. Madden." Her tone was clipped and professional. Vincent laughed internally. She was so determined.

He followed behind her, eyes glued to that precious gift she was blessed with as her hips naturally swayed back and forth. Vincent licked his bottom lip slowly his imagination was not pure.

"What would you like?" You Vincent thought but refrained from scaring her anymore than he has. "Brandy." Iris went looking through the cabinets as Vincent watched her.

They were silent for a moment but Vincent wanted conversation. He cleared his throat and grinned. He knew how to get her irritated.

"You know what I still think about besides our session in the car?" He asked teasingly.

Iris glared at him not answering. Vincent knew she wouldn't but he smiled and continued to speak.

"Where did you get all that money?" He asked. Iris froze "Inheritance." She answered quickly... far too quickly. Vincent stepped closer. "Never pegged you to be a liar Mrs. Patterson."

Iris grabbed the bottle of Brandy and took his glass. "Why does it matter?" She huffed. "Because I asked. Now tell me."

She rolled her eyes. "You sure are bossy Mr. Madden or shall I call you Mr. Lion." She hissed in irritation. She knew what he would like her to call him because his attraction to her was very blunt. So she used it to hopefully get him off track.

"Vincent."

Iris squinted tilting her head in a fake confused matter. "I want you to call me Vincent." He said eagerly. The way his name would sound coming off her lips would definitely carry his imagination.

"That's not professional." She said curtly trying to figure out a way to bypass him. "Nothing I want to do with you is professional Mrs. Patterson." He grinned.

"Why do you like to antagonize me like this Mr. Madden?" She hissed. "It's not funny it's very childish." Vincent tried to hold in his laughter but he couldn't. The cute scowl Iris had on her face made him feel giddy.

"You give me a reaction sometimes. I like when you react so I keep doing it." He smiled cheekily. Iris groaned before placing the bottle back into the cabinet.

Hopefully the conversation was over.

Iris started walking out of the room with Vincent trailing her. "You are slicker than I thought." Vincent started laughing. Iris turned around to face him questioningly. "What?"

Vincent pulled her back up the stairs with him, caging her to the wall."I underestimated your intelligence. Almost had me forget what we were initially talking about."

"What are you talking about Mr. Madden?" Iris rolled her eyes in annoyance. Vincent leaned in closer. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Now I have an idea of how you get money. Not many people can get me off topic you know."

Iris's eyes widened slightly before narrowing. "I don't know what you're talking about, now move."

"You're smart, and not average smart. I bet you have some savant traits in you. Or am I completely false?" Vincent knew he was getting somewhere by the nervous body language Iris was giving off.

"What makes you think that. Nothing I have said or done has proven me to be some genius." Iris argued.

"I'm a professional killer baby, I'm smart too. Of course I'd read you out. And no offense but in these times, no one in their right mind would pay a negro woman that much money... would they Iris?" He was getting to her he knew it.

"Is it the government?" He questioned lowering to her eye level. Iris pushed him back. "It's none of your business." She growled before marching down the stairs.

"Come on Iris you can tell me. I'm not your dense husband. I know you're hiding something." He challenged reaching for her again only for her to push his arm away.

"Stop. Finish what you must here and leave me out of your games." She whisper yelled as they neared the bottom.

"I would love to play with you, no games involved. You know what I want." His voice got lower and for a split second he swore he saw Iris glance at his lips but he was most likely imagining things. Gosh he hoped he didn't imagine it.

"Please stop pushing for something that isn't real." Iris hissed. They both knew there was a double meaning to her words. They looked at each other for a while before Iris shook her head. She continued down the steps and gracefully walked out the door.

Vincent sighed into his glass of Brandy. He walked back into the living room where Rupert was frantically still writing his income from different sources down.

"You're good for this week. I'll be back for the next." Vincent grumbled walking towards the door. He was getting irritated by his infatuation with the negro woman but it was like some sort of innate programmed behavior he couldn't shake. He wanted to be around her as much as possible.

He looked around outside to see if he would catch a glance of Iris but he didn't see her anywhere. More frustrated now, he stormed to his car and hit the door once he got in. His driver took that as a sign to get them both the f*ck out of there.