Andrea

2

We had spent the night reminiscing about our childhood and slept late. The internal alarm in my head rang at exactly six in the morning. It has never been a minute late. Well with the exception of those drunken mornings, they tend to screw up my system, I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen and grab a fruit before running around the yard. I opened the freezer and took an apple when I felt the hairs on my back telling me to turn around, I did, and I was faced with the same black and white walls, tiling, stools, appliances, guess am just paranoid.

I went out for my run going to the gate and back then I started jogging down further towards the place I called home the servants quarters. I saw Felly, and Cassie the maids, and even John the cook as well as his new assistant who was in culinary school, as it turned out coincidentally named Scott. He is super full of life and a heart breaker, you could see it in his eyes, a entrancing stormy grey. As well as the new security head fat snappy man whose name I  forgot immediately after being introduced to.
After which I continued to jog into the garden, settled on the pavement and started stretching, I absolutely hate working out, but with friends like Div and Rachael you learn to hate it a bit less, plus I needed to look killer for the groomsmen, mama wants to get laid. After stretching I went back into the house using the back door which directly lead to the kitchen. I sat on the stools around the Island and took a sip of my water facing the garden outside.
"Andrea" I knew that voice too well, five years went enough to erase it. I always liked the way he said my name, he pronounced every single letter perfectly. Frozen on the spot I debated pretending as if I didn't hear him, reluctantly I turned my head in the direction of the voice
"Dylan". Have you ever felt that moment where you are so determined to throw shit at someone but when you look at them, really look at them it all disappears and you find yourself staring. That's where I am right now. Dylan was always tall now he looks like 6'4 god, he was wearing sweats and a loose blue shirt but his body could be seen through, I remember him looking good, and I have seen his pictures with Div but in real life its just like staring at David Beckham with sandy brown hair and brown warm eyes. When did the Dylan I knew became him, before yeah he looked good then, but now he very good.
"I didn't know you were coming so soon" thank God he said something because I was too lost to remember talking
"Oh, yeah well here I am" I said and the killer confidence came back in, as stood from my seat picking up my water and heading back to Div rooms.
"I would like to join you for your work out tomorrow" he was standing in the middle of the stairs blocking my way up
"Yeah sure" I quickly replied. As much as I had come to accept that Dylan was right about me being a child that day him yelling at me and venomously spitting my name out still stinged a lot. "Move Dylan"
"What's the rush, you can't be in the same space with me or what" he smirked, the guts of this boy to smirk at me, me.
"I have to make a call, now move Dylan". He moved to his right and I gracefully moved past him. After two steps I felt someone holding my hand
"Since when did you start calling me Dylan"
"That's your name ain't it" I slipped my hand from his grip and jogged up the stairs, because of the ridiculous amount on sliver and glass in this house I could clearly see Dylan looking at my retreating back, appreciatively. Good I know I look good.

After shower and breakfast with Dylan sitting across from me throwing glances in my direction every now and then, Divian and I excused ourselves to go for my fitting.
The guy who has designed Div dress is amazing, he is an upcoming designer from Zimbabwe and he had talent that was clear as daylight. The wedding gown was just so beautiful I wanted to wear one myself. It was a mermaid design with lace everywhere and a train that ran for miles. The neckline was pludging ending at the very centre of her boobs, giving us a generous view of the clevage.
They were three bridesmaids me,  her cousin Mandy and another model who introduced herself as Freyja. Out of us three I was the only one with more of everything, thanks to my Latino and black genes the Lord had blessed me with the arse and hips and the boobs.

"Our my you are a work of art Ntokazi, this body is what I was used to back home" the designer Tanaka said as he started moving me around
"Thank you" I blushed
"No no don't blush, go get fitted and will see if the size you sent was the right one. I went to get fitted and before going out, sneaked a view in the mirror the dress was gorgeous and sexy as hell. When I came out every one was in full awe mode even the models were jealous. The dress was black sleeveless with a high low cut design, the front ended just above my knees whereas the back landed at the very beginning of my calves. It was just beautiful, you wouldn't expect anything less at a  supermodels wedding.
Fittings done, we went out for lunch and mingle, I already knew Mandy she was married and working as a pre school teacher. Freyja was in a on off relationship with some guy in a band or something nothing exclusive, which meant I might have competition with the groomsmen.

After lunch we said our fairwells with the other ladies going separate ways while Div and I went back to the house. We had taken the Black SUV out and packed it where we found it before.
"Miss Divian and Andrea" Scott called out
"Hy" we said in union. Turning to face him
"I have a proposal for you two"
"Am sorry Scott she is getting married we can't have that threesome" I said with a serious face
"Wait he is the guy, why didn't you tell me sooner, he could have fucked us both, you are so mean Drea" she said fake pouting. Poor Scott looked like a deer caught in headlights looking at me and my friend. "Would it be considered cheating if I just blow him" she said taking steps towards a shell shocked Scott, I was sure if this boy opened his mouth further he would shallow a full bird.
"Not at all Div" I replied and started taking steps towards Scott as well. "In fact I will help you". The boy was so shocked he started taking steps away from us, at that moment we couldn't help but burst out with laughter, I had almost forgotten the feel of a good prank on a sexual frustrated male.
"We are joking Scott, watcha need".
"Uuuhm I need taste subjects, am making a new recipe and need your opinion"
"Yes, free food" we replied. Div and I were sucker's for free food, it always some how taste better.
"Crap, I just remembered I need to create a portfolio for this Russia banker I meet last week, you guys go ahead"
"More food for me" she celebrated with a little dance, "but am mad at you, we agreed no work for the week"
"We darling agreed that I would dial it down of which I have, go out will join you soon"

After I took out my laptop I went back to the second floor where the library was situated. It was a big room with books all over, a long table in the middle with chairs and a comfortable couch, the room adjacent to it was Mr Blacks  office. The Blacks dealt in transportation, trucks, cargo fleets. I settled myself comfortably, put on my head phones and got to working, choosing security's with the specifications the client wanted.

"Andrea" I heard my name loud and clear. Only thing in my mind was why, why now, but being polite was instilled in me as a child so I took my head phones off and faced the idiot.
"Dylan"
"Are you avoiding me" he was standing in front of me now, towering over me
"No Dylan am not" I gathered my headphones ready to position them on my head when he grabbed my wrist and held them.in one hand. "What are you doing Dylan", with his free hand he pushed my laptop off my lap and positioned himself between my thighs even after I had fought for control. When did Dy become so strong and controlling
"Let me go Dylan, what's wrong with you, are you lokko". He was on his knees making him at eye level with me
"Say my name" I merely stared at him, what goes on in his mind, being hot hadn't rendered him stupid had it. He pinched my wrist increasing pressure
"Dylan there I said it"
"Say it they way you used to". He wanted me to call him Dy, he lost that right ages ago. The pressure increased and involuntarily I moaned.
"Dy". The moan ignited something in him I had never seen before, before I could process the emotions on his face he kissed me.