FIRE {Completed}

PRINCE

Now that was a revelation I didn't see coming. I've known Mystique for over a year. We met on Mi chat and from there we moved over to WhatsApp and then other social media platforms and in all those time she has never told me about her financial status. From her looks and her pictures I had always assumed that she was from a moderately wealthy family. All the time she has opened up about work was to complain about how stressful its been and how she needed a lot of rest.

  I'm shocked she is admitting to being wealthy with Jamil when she didn't see it necessary to let me know about it before now. Seeing the both of them smiling at each other as the converse makes me jealous. Mystique has always informed me that I didn't have a cause to be jealous but right now I am. Could it be that she is attracted to Jamil? I get she would insist he is just a small boy but so am I and here we are. Even if she had no interest in him, he definitely is attracted to her.

  "Jamil enough with the questions and chat. Be on your way, we were busy when you came." I say in a strange voice radiating of suppressed anger.

  Mystique quickly gives me a little space seeing my face and sensing my mood but Jamil remains indifferent. He keeps on talking like I just didn't say a word or I'm not a minute away from ripping his head off.

  "Jamil I said you should leave!" I repeat forcefully.

  This gets his attention and he looks from me to Mystique who was no longer smiling, no doubt as a result of my behaviour. He bows his head in embarrassment and says his byes and leaves the both of us in the store.

  Mystique walks up to the clothes isle and quietly observes the clothes giving them her full concentration.

  I know I've messed up but I don't know what to say. When we were chatting it was easier to communicate because I didn't really know how she looked and what she had. But here and now she has continually thrown me off my game with her wealth and beauty. I know that's not an excuse but she has me speechless and has lowered my self esteem with her presence.

  "So when do you close?" She asks observing the wall clock on the wall.

  "I normally close anytime from six. I don't really have a specific closing time." I inform her.  "Okay! I should leave you to pack and close up. I need to catch some sleep and help a friend out so I'll see you tommorow." She say walking up to me.

  "But I thought we were going to spend some quality time together now that you are here." I ask her confused.

  "I'm here for a little over two weeks so we have time to spend. You on the other hand need to work tommorow morning so you need your sleep as well." She says with a shrug.

  "Are you angry?" I ask her.

  "Why would I be?" She replies too quickly, which is a dead give away that she I'd pissed.

  "I'm sorry baby if I've offended you, it wasn't my intention. I just felt left out and ignored and it made me mad and jealous." I tell her truthfully.

  "I know. It was obvious that you got jealous but why would you go and do that? He was harmless and its not like we did anything wrong." She replies.

  "You might be harmless but he is definitely attracted to you. And I'm not in the mood to share you or enter into a competition for your affections." I say wrapping my hands around her waist and dragging her closer to me.

  I know she can feel the erection straining against my jeans and I also know there is nothing I can do about it today.

  "Inquire from your boss if you could open a bit late on Saturday. Say like by 12 noon. Then take permission from your mum so we could spend the night together tomorrow." She tells me making me smile.
  "I don't need permission from my mum to sleep out, I'm an adult and she knows that." I reply her tightening my hold on her waist and moving downwards to grab her ass.

  "Adult or not you're still a kid and so you will have to take permission. If she insists on meeting with me before she allows you, then call me to come see her. I don't want you to have issues with her for my sake." She informs me.

This is not the first time we are having an argument about me taking permission from my mum before I do something. I get that a mystique is six years older than me but I feel she needs to show me a little respect. Asking me to take permission from my mum before I spend the night with her feels like she is throwing her seniority around in my face.

  "I don't know how you see me Mystique. Do I look like a mummy's boy who has to be under her breasts all the time? Do you feel she would die if I don't come home for one night? I'm 21 for Christ sakes and I have rights and freedom. I've earned it."

  "Then earn some more. You are too hot headed and its not good. Taking permission from your mum doesn't make you less than an adult it just makes her not worry. How would she feel of at the end of the day tommorow you are not home by the time you usually are. You are taking permission to also tell her of your movement so that when something happens she would know where to look for you and stuff like that." She informs me extricating herself from my hold.

  "I've heard. But before you leave we need to snap some pictures together so I can show to my mum and sister. They've been dying to see you too. Plus we need to accumulate some pictures of the both of us together to keep me going when we are apart." I say drawing her closer to me and whipping out my phone to snap the pictures.

  Personally Mystique is not a picture person. She doesn't like snapping pictures and so after four different poses she was complaining that we had gotten enough. Pretending like I didn't hear her I keep positioning her and snapping on until her phone rings. She brings it out from one of her pockets, checks the caller ID before answering the call.

  I couldn't really make out what the other person was saying but she was answering in monosyllables which was so unlike her. Her response was just strictly 'yes' 'huh huh' 'nah' 'soon' and then 'bye'.

  There is something fishy to me about the call and my first train of thought was that she must be meeting with someone else. Its the only logical explanation for why she hasn't told me where her accommodation was despite the fact that I've been asking her for days before her arrival. I had wanted to personally book her a room at an hotel closer to my place but she had declined saying she already made arrangements.

  As she pockets her phone I just had to ask before I went insane with scenarios running round my head.  "Who was that?" I ask her trying to p!ay cool and calm when I'm anything but.

  "A friend." Came her reply.

  "And what did he want?" I ask her trying really hard not to lose my cool.

  "Isn't it wrong for you to assume it was a male?" She counters back at me.

  "We both know it definitely couldn't have been a female. Because females are normally chirper on the phone and you seemed like you were in a hurry to end the call."

  "Well for your information it could have been my sister. Besides I had already said all I needed to so they was no reason to still be on the line." She tells me looking all serious. This has always been her problem. She would do something that leaves me suspecting she is cheating simply because she doesn't see a need to explain her self or her actions. I heard a mans voice on the other end of the call. And as much as she didn't deny talking to a male she also didn't accept either, simply because she doesn't want me to know who the call was from.

  "So you don't want to tell me who just called you?"

  "Prince chill out. It was my call not yours so I don't see why you should be bothered about it. I have to leave, I have loads of work waiting for me back at the hotel." She says extricating herself once more from my hold and this time being successful.

  "So which hotel are you booked into?" I ask yet again.

  "The Grand hotel." She replies.

  "I've never heard of it!" I challenge her thinking she made that up.

  "Now you have and tommorow you will get to see it. We'll chat before we go to bed." She informs me placing one last peck on my lips and then walking outside the store not even giving me a chance to see her off.