Mr. Graham

Chapter Twelve

Aubrey

I heard a loud noise and then a big crash.

"What the f—," I get up from bed and see Kamaria standing outside the bathroom with a broken blow dryer.

"Good morning," I laugh. She gives me a nervous smile.

"Good morning," she laughs. "Sorry to wake you up."

"It's okay," I look at the time. "What happened?"

"I was trying to blow dry my hair and it like started making a weird noise and—," she lifts up the broken blow dryer.

"Damn," I laugh. "Curly hair huh."

She sighs. "Yep. I don't know what to do now."

"Wear your hair like that?"

She looks at me surprised. "What?"

"You want me to wear it natural?"

"Yeah why not?"

She looked at me like she wanted to say something but then she didn't.

"Unless you don't want to I could help you find a blow dryer or something?"

She shakes her head. "No it's okay," she smiles.

I was gonna question her but, I decided not to.

We had about two hours, so I decided I would get ready for this conference now.

Kamaria made the dress look amazing but, I didn't expect anything less.

Especially with her hair like that, it was a whole wife.

"I'll be back," I disappear into the shower.

Kamaria

I sit on the bed, making sure I look put together. The white dress fit me pretty nicely and my hair looked really good with it.

My thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"So you go to Dubai and forget about your mom?"

"Sorry mom I've been really busy," I smile.

"It's okay I just really missed you," she says.

"I miss you too. How are you?"

We have a little conversation but, of course she bring it back to Mr. Graham.

"So your boss?" I can feel her smirk through my phone.

"Mom please."

"What? How is he?"

"He's doing good."

"Anything happen?"

"Mom Nothing is happening," I whine. This woman really wanted to embarrass me.

"Come on Kamaria he sounds like a nice man," she pleads.

"He is! That doesn't mean anything is gonna happen," I sigh.

"Do you like him?"

"Mom!"

"Alright I'll stop. Nalingi bino," she tells me.

"I love you too," I hang up.

When I put my phone down I see Mr. Graham outside the shower with a huge smirk on his face.

"Don't do that," I warn him.

"What? It seems like your mom really likes me."

I then realize he probably heard most of our conversation.