Share
4O
Bab terkait
His Booty Call 41
I follow Oliver inside his new apartment, my head reeling with questions. The inside is I fancy, there's a huge photo of Nimo dangling next Oliver's favourite grandfather clock."Can we talk?" I don't wait for him to get comfortable after pecking Nimo who throws me a nervous look. "Now!" I order.He shrugs nonchalantly and follows me to his kitchen."I need an explanation and this time you aren't going to just give me some lame answers," I say as soon as we are alone. "What do you want to know?" His demeanour turns serious. "Where you got the money to afford this apartment and what exactly happened to the mechanic shop?""I used my saving and for the shop, as I told you it burned down." He doesn't blink as he says this. His face is hard, the same face my father had when he was close to breaking."I am still not convinced," I say. "Sorry sis, my mission wasn't to convince you but tell you the truth. How you decide to interpret it, it's your choice." I heave a sigh, "Fine." I surren
His Booty Call 42
"I am not going to live with you!" I half yell. He turns and cocks an eyebrow.I roll my eyes."I am not enthusiastic about it either." He continues to walk."I don't care what you have to say, Quinn, am not living with you. I agreed to come with you cause I didn't want to be around Oliver and his girlfriend." "Some family you are!" He presses basement on the elevator."At least we get along unlike yours." My tongue slips, he back is on me. I don't get to see his reaction."I'm sorry I didn't..." He cuts me."You didn't mean to say that..." He sighs frustrated. "Don't be sorry for what you mean."I shiver when we get to the basement. It is dark and isolated. I Fall into steps behind him, making sure to stay close to him as possible.He still has the blue old chipped truck. He reaches for the door and I stop him. "I am still not going to live with you, Quinn. The only place you are taking me is my apartment." I make myself clear."It is not safe." He insists."That could also be a li
His Booty Call 43
I scramble every corner of Quinn's kitchen. There's no food, plate, cup or even spoon. My stomach grumbles and I yawn on top of it. The elevator opens and a muscular guy with a weather beat face steps in. "Mr Nickel asked me to pick you up." He is direct with no formalities. "Who are you?" "His family driver and bodyguard." He stays at one position. "Where is he?" I ask. "He apologises, he had errands to run." Not a muscle on his face moves as he speaks. "Alright, I will pick my bag." "I will be waiting for ma'am." He says. Ma'am? "Call me, Cara," I say as I leave and he nods. The ride to school makes me realise that Quinn's apartment is closer to school compared to mine. The ride is consisted of me trying to have a small talk with the driver/bodyguard, which he just nods and never speaks. He is gone the moment I step out. Few glances are directed at me at the parking lot, the scandal of Quinn and I are still a hot topic despite the one facing his family. I sling my o
His Booty Call 44
NB: Zac is Oliver. He changed his name after the tragedy. Ten years ago I can't fall asleep. I move Zac's leg from my body and step out of his bedroom. He recently has been having trouble sleeping alone. Just like how recently things have been changing. My mother has turned into a zombie, a drunk zombie. We are strangers to her, strangers living in the same house. Silent and stolen gazes along the hallways. Holding her bottle close to her chest, like it will fill the emptiness in her eyes. She misses him. We miss him. It is eight months since we buried my father. The wound is still fresh, with the blow that we faced two days ago. The court dismissed the murder charges we pressed on the Nickel's. There wasn't enough evidence to show they had the motive or killed my father. I am on the last step of the staircase when I hear noises in the kitchen. Probably my mother, opening the cabinets to find more alcohol. I deter from my mission to walk in when I hear manly voices. "The order c
His Booty Call 45
I blink severally and open my eyes wide. I look around, my attacker is lying on the floor. He painfully groans he is still alive. "We have to go!" Andre says in a tone I find rude. However, I am not leaving until getting answers from my assailant. I slowly move to him. Andre shot him at his abdomen."Who sent you? The Nickels? The Coopers', I mean my aunt and uncle? Who?" I scream at him. He has a scary face, it looks like it is sculpted with blunt object leaving uneven edges. His jaws are so prominent and pronounced. He is like one bucket of ugliness.He opens his mouth revealing his bloody teeth and gives me an evil grin before shaking his head. "Careful kid with who you trust." He shuts his eyes in pain. I shake my head, "What is that suppose to mean? All I need to know is who send you.""Neither of those people have anything to do with this. Just don't trust blindly." His hand goes to his wound. Andre is getting impatient and he looks like he could kill. He's wearing a wife-b
His Booty Call 46
My jaw goes slack, I am mortified. "Take that back!" I point at Oliver. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, "You aren't remotely close to who Dad was, a ruthless beast to anyone who crossed him.""He was a businessman, he ought to have been ruthless otherwise..." I say. "He made me watch him beat a man that had betrayed him. I was only four and that was just the beginning of the horrific incidents he forced me to be part of. And you think I would want that life again?" He shakes his head. My father was a gentleman, he would never hurt a fly. A man that read stories to me, he played house with me, he tucked me to bed with a kiss... No. "You are lying." My voice comes out unsure.He paces at one spot before looking down at me, "Of course it is understandable why you would think that. When Dad and I came back. He no blood spot on his white shirts, he smelled good and a diamond from Tiffany for his princess. While I returned more broken than I left. He protected you, you were
His Booty Call 47
"That test was Greek, nothing close to what we are taught." A student banters as they walk towards me. I think it was a walk in the park. Derivatives and bonds are my strongholds so are going to ace it. I pull a strand of my hair. Am having a bad hair day and Quinn is nowhere to be seen. I will not be surprised if he turned me down for his fiancee. After all, they were all over each other in class. The group walks out; Courtney, Roxanna, Quinn and Ryan. This is going to be awkward. Courtney and Roxanna are looking at something in a tablet. Quinn is looking straight at me. Ryan facial expression tells it all. He is torn. He wants to be okay with me but still wants to stay mad. Courtney and Roxanna walk past me without a single glance. If Roxanna expects me to apologise, she better be prepared for the four seasons cause it will never happen.My lips form a smile as Quinn approaches. He never returns it, he walks past me like we never made arrangements. My face falls until a shadow bl
His Booty Call 48
"I can't believe you brought a bunch of posers to my apartment!" Oliver pours a drink to one the guest. She takes a sip and pours the rest on the floor. "Disgusting!" The despicable guest spits and staggers away. "I am being humiliated in my own house and on top of that I get to be the help of his despicable beings."Oliver throws me a dirty look and looks down at his now stained carpet. I had no other choice but to use Oliver's apartment as mine and host a house warming party. I couldn't use Quinn's Penthouse, he made that very clear. "I will make it up to you," I promise. Oliver grunts and walks away with a tray full of drinks. "We are now patronizing with low life helps." Roxanna walks up to me. I decide to ignore her snide remark about my brother. Only Quinn know him. She doesn't take the hint, she continues to talk, "He is cute though and a bit younger than you. I won't mind having a taste after you." I grit my teeth at her comment. Like I would let a vulture-like her
Bab terbaru
