Mr Young

Chapter 1  His broad shoulders and the muscles that hid underneath his shirt are begging to be touched - his voice, that vibrates from his lips to my ears warmed all over my chest to my toes, and when he glared at every faces who dared to smile at him coyly, battling their eyelashes, I was utterly hooked with his charm - he was so perfect, from his flawless skin and eyes that put the honey to shame- it's irises with golden flecks swirling around so deep and so mysterious and when they look at you, it pierce through your soul and made you squirm in your seat, feeling all hot and bothered. “Far is foul,Foul is fair.‘Hover through the air and filthy air,” What does it mean? Anyone?” his perfectly curved eyebrows arched an inch, assessing every face for the answer. A hand from my right raises, Miranda Stewart smiled looking all proud and satisfied that she knew the answer.  “Miss Stewa

Chapter 3 “That is so amazing Chloe! Let's do it one more time and we can call it a night” Brandy cheered, Ethan gave me thumbs up and I began singing from the first verse. When the words start pouring from my mouth, I let myself lose in the music…  “This is our last rehearsal,Are you ready for tomorrow Chloe?” Jack asked, putting his guitar in its Case.  “I am a little nervous, it will be my first time on stage” It was the most honest response, my fingers were shaking from the nerves and I wasn't sure if I could enjoy tomorrow. Blissful soul - Our band will make its first performance tomorrow with the vocalist- which is me and Ethan constantly reminding me makes me want to crawl under the ground and stay there until the weekend passes.  ”You’ll be Fine, Chloe. We'll make sure of that. Aren't we guys?” Jack asked, receiving a nod and

Chapter 5  “Mr Young, How are you feeling? You were so wasted last night” Breakfast was rather awkward with Mr Young constantly sighing and by all means trying to avoid having eye contact with me.  “Bibi,Why is daddy ignoring us?” He choked on his soup and stared at me wide-eyed.  “Oh my God, Are you Okay?” I passed him the tissues which he took from my outstretched hand and wiped the mess he created.  My attention shifted back to Bibi who was trying to sneak a toast from my plate. “Bibi table manners!” I exclaimed in horror.  “Here, have some water” I passed the glass full of water to Mr Young whose face is red like a tomato.  “I think you should stop drinking, Whiskey is not good for your health Mr young”  &ldq

Chapter 7 The worst part of being an orphan is when you suddenly feel sick and there would be nobody to take care of you, no one to nurse you, check your temperature and make you soup. Thirteen years of being an orphan, and I should get used to this type of circumstances but as I walked up to the receptionist, grimacing because the movement worsened the pain on my lower right abdomen, I felt so lost and envied the people who had a family to take care of them.  Twenty minutes passed, The nausea returned but I took a breath and waited for Dr Michael to call me. Ethan's text distracted me from my distressed condition, I rolled my eyes at his dramatic text asking me Why I wasn't at school and another ping of a mochi with an arrow in the heart.  “Miss Green? Dr Mi

Chapter 9  Mr Young walked ahead of me carrying the bags of groceries and medicine bags that we brought on our way earlier. My twenty-five years old landlord greeted our cat and rubbed his fur gently, which is a sight to behold. Mr Young and my beloved son together was something I didn't want to change. I knew whatever we had right was nothing permanent but I could allow myself to enjoy the moment which was what I always did.   “Meet your mama, Bibi.” Mr Young announced. I chortled and moseyed my way towards them taking Bibi from him.   “I was planning to murder you if he went dissapearing.” I teased with a serious face.