Marseille Reneau would stop at nothing to make sure he gets revenge for his father's death but what would happen when it turns out that his mother is involved in his father's death? The one person he could've sworn loved both him and his father. The...
I turn the knob on Yourri's door and find that it's unlocked so I enter the room without knocking and she is in a towel on her bed reading a book, not what I expected.
"What book's that?" I ask breaking the silence that was in the atmosphere before I walked in and she jumps a little.
"What do you care?" She retorts without looking up, "What do you want and why didn't you knock?"
"Answer me and then I'll answer you" I tell her.
She finally looks up but with a bored expression on her face that I read as either do I look like i have your time or see I don't have your time. They practically mean the same right? but upon realising that I am just in denim jeans and black Nike Air Huarache sneakers, she gasps very audibly and i am sure that if not for the sound proof walls that bound this place, everyone would've heard.
I quietly watch as her eyes move all over, checking me out. Can't she ever stop? She's making me nervous. Travelling back upward they catch onto my signature smirk and they inflate, the size of a car tyre. I'm not exaggerating one bit! I didn't even think that the human eye could expand to that size until now.
"That look on your face was priceless" I laugh in spite of my shock and she rolls her eyes, "Anyways do you like what you see?" I arch my brows just to annoy her. What? It's not my fault that I like it when people admire my body; i mean who doesn't like appreciation of hard work?What I don't like is when it's they're thinking of sex, that's disgusting.
"Ha! I've seen way better" she stands dropping the book on the bed, all an act to avert her embarrassment at my having caught her checking me out.
"Right, only on television" I chuckle before moving closer to her bed and sitting on it.
"What do you even want?" She asks, crosses her arms in front of her making her boobs lift slightly. Why am I even looking?
"I have a fight tonight and I am taking you along" I say picking the book she was reading up. The joys of motherhood. How did she even get this book?
"I am not available " she glares at me and I raise my brow at her questionably. She probably just sits around doing nothing.
"I am not asking" I flip through some pages of the book, "You learned about my secret so you'd just have to like come with me until I am done with the entire thing that is in four to five weeks"
"I didn't choose to it just happened " she cries.
"Not my problem, now get dressed" I say with finality on my tone start before I start reading the blurb. Isn't it interesting that it's like we all have a small voice in our head? Like the one you just used to read this.
"Aren't you gonna leave?" She inquires from me using an agitated tone.
"No" I say without looking up at me, like she did to me when I walked in here.
"Why? I need to dress up" she complains
"Cos there isn't much to see" I say looking right into her eyes. I look away when she closes her eyes then continue reading the blurb. She leaves the room to her bahroom, i suppose and comes back later dressed up in a black sleeveless blouse and denim shorts that end just below her butt. I can't help but look at her small frame but very- shit! She caught me checking her out.
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