Tragedy of the African Cinderella [Black Book3]✔

10.

There was a knock on his bedroom door and Ace who was beginning to drive into his personal utopia groaned in annoyance as he ruffled out of bed to his intruder.

"Must it always be you?" he left his guest and plunged back into bed.

"Shut up. It's one pm and you're here slacking,"

"Is there something else I should be doing on a Saturday afternoon besides sleeping?" he muffled into his pillow.

"You hurt my feelings, brother," Eloise feigned hurt, "as a sister you haven't seen in so long you ought to spend more time with me especially considering the fact that I'll be returning to the states in less than twelve hours, "

"Fuck off. Don't use your departure as an excuse,"

Eloise stomped to his bedside like a provoked honeybee, usurped the second pillow on the bed, and hit her brother on the head to consciousness.

"What the fuck is you doing?" he coaxed, with his elbow curbing his face from physical pillow damage.

"I am hitting some sense and attention into your dummy old head,"

"Enough! Enough! You hit enough already," Eloise flung the pillow out of sight as she breath profusely, "what now?"

"Craig, now,"

"And who the hell is that supposed to be?"

"My heart jeopardizer," she plunged next to Ace with both legs folded Yoga technique.

"Oh, right," he rolled his eyes and dove his head back onto his pillow, "forget about the junkie fellow,"

"Huh? You've never even encountered him,"

"I don't need to. By the way, how old is he?"

Eloise bit her bottom lip, the silence which only made Ace gave her pressurizing scrutiny.

"Twenty-six,"

Ace's eyes bulge, "Jesus, El, are you outta your mind? You're literally dating your father,"

"Stop being so hyperbolic," she upheld, "besides love got no limitations,"

"Hmm," Ace hummed. "What would a twenty-six-year-old be looking for in a nineteen-year-old? I think that dude is up to something, stay away from him Eloise he's no good,"

Eloise gasped, "No," her feet embraced her fluffy green house slippers, "you are no good talking to Ace. You're just so unbelievable! Good day, Ace,"

"Hey!" he called back but the door had already banged. He collapsed into his bed exasperated, staring at the dream catcher designed ceiling.
He had never his sister in such conditions: 'blindly' in love and vexed. But then, of all women of ages twenty to twenty-five, why suddenly have a hunting interest in an early nineteen?

Time had drastically elapsed to annoying digits with the Woods driving to the airport. Ace followed the raven black Prado in queue as he constantly rubbed sleep off of his eyes.
If Eloise agreed to ride with him, he wouldn't feel so bored and sleepy:
While he aided his parents to load the luggage into the car, he had strived to make Eloise talk to him to no avail. He even begged her to drive with him but she deliberately refuted. He didn't like that at all.
Did he go wrong trying to act the 'overprotective' brother? Was his mum even aware of it? If so, what was her reaction? Because as much as he knew, Louisa confided to his mum more than she did with him.

After following up all formalities at the airport, Ace, who was sitting opposite his parents who were so much indulged into a discussion he cared not to know about, sprang out of his chair and distracted Vogue magazine reading Eloise by pulling her abruptly into isolation. The latter struggled out of his firm grip with whines to no avail.