The car ride back to house was just as quiet and tense as Athena expected it to be.
But suddenly the sound of Titus's phones loud ringing going off caused an oblivious Athena to jump in her seat-nearly hotting her head on the roof of the car.
"Yeah....yeah...yeah...yeah-okay." Titus answers before hanging up the phone and turning his attention straight ahead, "Lance said that he would be late for dinner." He muttered nonchalantly.
"Oh? He didn't tell me anything?" Athena said confused- pulling out her phone to see that she in fact had no new messages-except for a notification telling her to update her phone.
It wasn't long before they were pulling up to the houses enormous gate, and driving down the unnecessarily elongated driveway.
And as soon as the car came to a halt Athena hastily unbuckled her seatbelt and was beginning to reach for her purse but stopped when she noticed that Titus was still seated and typing away on his phone.
"You're not coming in?" Athena asked.
"No. Lance needs me to come down to the office for something important."
"Oh-oh okay. Well-umm...what about my bags-," she began to question.
"Already taken care of." Titus muttered just as the trunk opened to reveal two security guards silently taking the cluster of bags into their empty hands and turning on their heels and quickly disappearing through the front door.
"Oh. Well- I guess I'll see you later." Athena uttered stepping out of the car only to receive a disgruntled grunt in return.
Walking into the house, Athena immediately noticed two things. One of them being how quiet and empty the house was. Usually the house would be loud and filled to the brim with maids, butlers, chefs, and Lance's team of secuirty guards. But now it was so quiet-almost too quiet to the point where one could easily hear a fly belch.
The second thing being the delicious smell wafting throughout the house. To Athena it smelled like a five star restaurant and as if she were in a trance she mindlessly followed the mouthwatering aroma to the back of the house-where the kitchen was.
Stepping foot into the kitchen Athena spotted the tiny frame of their housekeeper/chef/seamstress/lifesaver-Gloria, as she happily hummed an unfamiliar tune.
"Something smells amazing." Athena said causing the elderly woman to jump with a fright.
"Lord have mercy Athena! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Gloria playfully chastised grasping at her rapidly beating heart.
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine love. I didn't even hear you come in." Gloria laughed to herself-still clutching onto her chest.
"I just got back. Where is everyone?" Athena asked looking around the empty kitchen.
"Oh-that," Gloria mumbled to herself, "...well Lanc-my apologies Mr. Wilkerson told everyone...well everyone except fir Stanley and I that they could go home early so that the two of you would not be disturbed this evening."
"Oh...really?" Athena said a bit surprised.
"Really. He made an announcement this morning before he left for work. He was very adamant on it-perhaps he is serious this time, and is making an effort in correcting his wrong doings." Gloria suggested with a shrug before turning back to her now sizzling pan.
"What are you making?" Athena asked, deciding to ignore Gloria's previous statement and change the subject entirely.
"I'm making some grilled chicken on a bed of brown rice, with a side of mixed sautéed veggies." Gloria explained lowering the burners flame.
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Rosebud's Revenge
ChickLitShe looked her soon to be dead husband in the eyes as a wicked smile made its way onto her face. He was bloody, bruised, breathing heavily, and was damn near unrecognizable. Just like she was the last time she had seen him. "I'm going to fucking ki...
