The Billionaires Too (#2)

After Death

At exactly 1a.m., MJ arrived at the beach house in a new dress. It was a long blue strapless dress she had bought after someone spilled coffee on her blouse. Walking into the house, she threw her handbag on the couch and took off her heels. She walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, retrieving a bottle of still water.

She gulped down the water until it was half, and left the bottle on the counter before she went back to the sitting room and plopped down on the couch. She leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes, rubbing her eyelids. Heaving a long sigh, she tilted her head to the side, facing the kitchen doorway. When she opened her eyes, they were glassy, cold glassy, looking ready to be relieved.

If she had any tears to shed, she would as her mind travelled back to a few nights ago, on the 3rd of May 2017. Coming back to this house was the last thing she'd expected to do after that ordeal. Memories of that day were still fresh in her head, starting from when she woke up.

She had woken up and strolled to the bathroom, the smell of the breakfast downstairs was too mouth-watering to ignore, and besides, someone was bound to come and wake her up for breakfast. She opened the carpet in the bathroom and took her toothbrush and toothpaste, and walked to the basin to brush her teeth. She took her own sweet time as she stared at her reflection in the mirror which stared back at her with utter disgust.

Staring back at her was a woman with light brown hair, not such a favourite colour, but it was better than her natural hair colour or the blond hair colour. All this for one bloody human being. She scoffed as she shook her head. It had been two days since her birthday ball, and nothing had changed much. May Smith was still 'missing', and as far as she was concerned, MJ Billings did not exist in South Africa, she had fled back to England immediately after her ball.

What would happen if May Smith was never to return ever again? Would Logan Parker forget about her? Would he go after MJ Billings? Would he come after me? She wondered.

Her chain of thoughts was cut short when a cold splash collided with her back, and she gasped as the water slid down her back. She stared at the source of water through the mirror, and she saw red! Behind her stood her brother, Jorge Billings, with an empty bucket in his hands and a wide grin on his face. "Good morning, and happy spring day!" He said in a singsong voice.

"Nathan Jorge Billings."  She said quietly in a cool voice.

"Yes?" Jorge said innocently. MJ closed her eyes and ran her tongue over her teeth. Sighing, she said, "good morning to you too." She forced a smile before she continued to wash her toothbrush and rinsed her mouth. She placed her things back in the carpet and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Jorge behind.

He plopped down on her unmade bed while she took out she clothes from her walk in closet. Jorge sat up from the bed and stared at her. MJ turned around and glared at him. "What?" He asked.

"Out." She said to him, he smirked at her and shook his head, and then he asked, "what is there to hide, there's nothing I haven't seen before. I changed your diaper when you were still a little baby, you couldn't have grown a third breast over the years" he paused, and then continued with a smirk on his face, "unless you have grown an extra V down there." MJ groaned and slammed the closet doors, and Jorge burst into fits of laughter. A few minutes later, MJ came out of the closet in black Adidas tracksuits, her hair tied into a messy bun. She wore her pink fluffy slippers and started throwing her pillows on the floor. Jorge who was still lying on her bed, got up and slid his phone in his pocket. "I'll help you make your bed." He said as he pulled down her duvets, causing MJ to snort. "You can't even make up your own bed, Vicky does it for you." She retorted.