"Erin." I called, my eyes narrowed as she continued scanning the floor. She stood at the edge of the room, slouching under my small table as if searching for something. My eyes wandered on the ground to ascertain what she must be looking for, but I had no clue. What's she even doing here? She doesn't look to be cleaning... "Erin..." I called again, gliding toward her. "What are you searching for, and how did you get in..." I jangled a bunch of keys in her face, ambiguously hinting that I locked the room before going downstairs. She remained silent, a smile spreading across her face, which made me roll my eyes in a scoff. She never gets tired, but I wonder what she is hiding behind that smile. But then a frown etched my face as I noticed her eyes lingering on the keys I was holding. "Now tell me how you got in..." I asked, tossing the keys onto the table, waiting for a response, but there was none. She tilted her head toward the table, her gaze still fixed on the keys. What the
My eyes darted to Mr. Clinton as I whispered a silent plea for another help, but he ignored me.I guess I'm alone in this one.I smiled awkwardly, swaying my legs. "Well, um, I have written up to a hundred words yet, so it's not enough to make a chapter.""But I saw a lot of words written in there..." she said incredulously, a slight frown etching her face."No, it's just the outline..." I replied, slowly stepping backwards to escape any more questions. But the expression on her face showed she was ready to hurl more at me..."Then I'd like to read the outline..." she insisted, attempting to snatch the book from me.I flinched, clutching the book to my chest. "Miss Ross, I don't think... it's... a... good idea..." I drawled, stealing glances at Mr. Clinton. But to my surprise, he was going back upstairs.My face contorted while I watched him leave me alone to continue the explanation he started...My gaze returned to Miss Ross, her eyes widening with a sudden realization as she let ou
Days passed, and Erin hadn't returned to the duplex, which was quite a relief. I wouldn't have to put up with the weirdness and the smug look on her face for knowing my secret.I had no lectures, so I decided to spend the rest of the day at home studying. Exams were on the way in a few weeks. Since Mr. Clinton promised not to rat me out for missing my last test, I would have to make up for it..."Xavier, my driver hasn't arrived. Won't you call him?" Miss Ross's voice echoed from downstairs. "I hope you haven't hired some incompetent...""Oh, Mother, please be patient..." I heard Mr. Clinton cutting her off.I snorted at the mother and son bickering; the house had been more lively ever since her arrival... It made me see another frustrated side of Mr. Clinton, and honestly, I loved the look on his face when his mother taunted him...I chuckled, grabbed my bathrobe, and made my way to the bathroom, only to find out that the water system was faulty.I rolled my eyes, sighing as I kept p
**XAVIER'S POV** Her groan scared me to death, causing me to quickly come to her aid as a thudding sound reverberated through the walls. But my initial fears that drove me running down here turned into insignificance. I felt hooked when my eyes landed on her body. At first, I struggled to look away, too captivated by the sight in front of me. Every lump of her body was alluringly pinning me down and throwing my typical rationality out the roof. I quickly snapped out of it, averting my eyes. "I'm sorry." I stepped backward, inwardly berating myself for coming in without thinking. I turned around to leave, but her whimper made me halt. I tilted my head in her direction, looking anywhere else apart from her. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. "Of course not, and you're about to leave me..." she replied, shielding her bosom with her arms. "I know this is awkward, but I'm dying in pain." Helplessly, I grabbed her towel and tossed it to her. She donned it on
I could barely put on my jeans but strived anyways. Pain or no pain, I would have to put on my clothes eventually. I limped to the mirror to brush my hair, but the chime from my phone interrupted me. I glanced at the caller ID and sighed, refusing to pick up the call. It was Helen; she was definitely calling to scold me for getting drunk and ruining her plans. My phone continued ringing incessantly, getting on my nerves. I reluctantly answered, getting straight to my warning. "Don't you dare scold me, Helen; I'm not in the..." I trailed off when I heard her sobbing on the phone. "Helen, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" My exasperated tone turned to one of concern as I pondered. Helen had hardly cried since high school; she always had the notion of a perfect life with no problems. She had no care in the world, always doing as she pleased with all joy. I was quite taken aback when I heard her voice breaking with sobs. "Sarah... can you please... come over?" "Of course, I
The night cold wind seeped into my exposed skin, sending trails of goosebumps all over me. I looked far off in the distance, constantly checking to see if a black or grey car was approaching, but none I recognized passed by. Sulking in my breath, I tried dialing his number again, but there was no answer, which only got me exasperated. I huffed, kicking the ground with my feet, but a shrill of pain surged through me, my knee throbbing from the abrupt pressure. I groaned silently, berating myself for getting out of control and hurting myself in the process. "Is he angry at me to the extent that he wants to abandon me?" I murmured, my heart slowly racing in desperation and an immense urge to shield myself from the harsh weather. I got back into the car, leaning on the headrest, my vision almost betraying me to sleep, but I snapped awake. Sleeping in the middle of the room was a sensible thing to do, especially at nighttime. I barely registered how the time flew by, but I was certain
Erin's strange behaviour got me reeling; earlier she was drowning in sorrow, but now, hiding behind Mr. Clinton's embrace, she turned into a sly fox. What is she up to? What is her agenda by feigning tears and giving me that smug look? No matter how hard I thought about it, I still couldn't wrap my head around her true intentions. I stared at her, my face contorted in disgust as her eyes were fixed on me, her smile never faltering. After what seemed like forever in their embrace, Mr. Clinton pulled away, his hand rubbing her shoulders. "Now let's get you home. On our way, you can explain what happened..." he said, his face filled with compassion. She nodded, sniveling, placing her gaze on the ground. I rolled my eyes at her in disdain as I suppressed the urge to tear off her mask. What annoyed me the most was Mr. Clinton's obliviousness. I wouldn't blame him though; if she hadn't revealed her true colours, I would have also fallen for her facade. Mr. Clinton helped her get on h
Since everyone else had called it a night, I figured I'd hang out with Mr. Clinton and make the most of our time together. I brought in two mugs of steaming hot milk tea, along with my usual snack, which I would probably be eating alone... I found him relaxing on the couch situated at the veranda, his head leaning against the headrest with his legs crossed. I stood a fair distance away, watching him in silence; his eyes were closed, and his lips were impeccably defined. He seemed to be enjoying the night breeze, which I found very chilling. I had a blanket cozily wrapped around me; my long baggy pants shielded my legs from the harsh cold. I sat beside him, placing the mugs down on the table. I saw one of his eyes peek open, only to close again when he realized it was me. "What do you want?" His voice was stern, almost a whisper. I sighed at his unwelcoming tone. Resting in the headrest like him, I gazed out at the dark view of the night through the balcony... "Mr. Clinton,