“We're here ma'am.” The chauffeur said, pulling up in front of my house.
“Thank you Mr. Carter.” I said. I picked up my bags (gifts included)and files, then the Chauffeur got out of the car,and held the door for me to get off. And I did.
There was me, being treated like a queen.(Presumably I was,durhh.)
“Send my greetings to Mr. Dunner.” I said and he nodded.
I stood at the doorstep and watched him drive off. Wow, I couldn't believe I was in that Limousine. Imagine I'm that wealthy, that's the luxury I'll have
.“Boo!!” I heard from behind, which made my heart jump out of its abode.Oh no, it was Mo again, with her childish mode turned on, I thought and rolled my eyes.
“You scared the fuck out of me.” I said, holding on to my chest.
“Aww, don't be scared of cutie pie.” She teased.
“You shouldn't have approached me in that manner.”
“Really?”
“Just know, the moment I'm diagnosed with High blood pressure, I'm coming for you.” I teased.
“And I'll always be here. Forget all that, who was that?” she questioned.
“Who was what?” “Oh come on, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about.
Who is the guy?” She asked. I knew what she was talking about and pretended to be puzzled, to get her curious.
“I really do not get what you're trying to say. Which guy?” I asked and looked around, in search of ”the guy”.
“Really?” She said and tugged at my arm, feigning annoyance already.
“Ok,ok. I was just kidding.” “
Yeah, I know that. So who was it?”
“A car dropped me home.”
“I know that. If I'm not mistaken, that was a Limousine, right?” She asked,with her eyes wide open.
“Of course you're right. It was a Limousine “
“Oh my goodness, how come? You know what? Let's go in.” She said, jovially pulling me into the house, in an attempt to take my gifts from me.
My bum hit the couch really hard and I screamed. Mo had pushed me due to her excessive desire for the gossip her ears yearned for. She dropped my bags on the kitchen counter and rushed to me.
“Hey, are you okay?” She asked.
“Do you think I am?” I said, shoving her hand off my shoulder. “Get off me.”
“You really do not have to be mean. It wasn't intentional.” She said and folded her arms. There again she went, playing the victim when I was apparently the victim.
“Hey…” I called.She refused to answer and folded her arms more tightly, with her face turned away from me. Idiot, I cursed her within me.
“Hey…, I'm sorry. You just pushed me really hard and my bum was hurt.” I said but she wasn't buying it at all.
“Fine. Do you want to see it?” I asked but she responded not. Uh-huh, I got an idea.I brought my bum to her face, in an attempt to let her see where I was hurt.
“Get your ass off my face…” she said, holding on to her laugh. I knew how to get her.
“No, you have to see it.” I insisted, still putting my ass in her face. Then, I farted. Oh shit, that wasn't intentional.
“Oh my God, don't tell me this was part of your plan too.” She said, covering her nose.
“Oh my, that was a mistake.”
“I see.” she said
“So it's a tie.You hurt my ass and I fart in your face.
“ I said.“I suppose.”
“So are we good?”She stared at me as if considering what to say, and then smiled.
“We're inseparable.”
“Of course.” I agreed.
“Sit your ass down and tell me who the hell that guy was.” She said and we both chuckled.
As much as we fought, we made sure to make up. Cause I wasn't able to picture a life without her. Now I had to tell her my boss proposed to me,
I silently prayed she wouldn't tease me about it.I could probably skip that part…but I trust Mo, she would find out about it. If not now, later in the future.
The point was that she'll find out!
“I'm all ears.”
“It was my boss…”Immediately, she gasped, leaving her mouth wide open.
“Your boss; Mr.Dunner?” She asked even when she knew the answer.
“Do you know any other one?” I asked, giving her a face.
“Oh my God, this is unbelievable. One of the richest men in California dropped you off at your place. Hold on a minute, what in the world did you do to get his attention?”
“Will you let me tell my story or will you force words into my mouth?” I asked,with a warning face.
“Okay, okay, tell me…” she said.
I explained everything to her in detail, leaving no plate unturned while she listened attentively, with her mouth gaped open.Or did I do something wrong by telling her?
Wasn't it in a way to mock him by letting Mo know about it?In as much as his mode of proposal to me was weird, at least he was being honest with his feelings for me,and when I rejected, he managed everything maturely,like a man that he was.
“Tell me all these are lies…”she said.
“Choose what you believe in.” I said.
“Why are you sounding this way though?” She asked.
“I think I did the wrong thing.”
“In what way?”
“Please don't mock him…” I begged. He was too innocent to be mocked,to the extent that I regretted telling her.
“I never did. But you should have accepted. One of the richest men in California, California babe, asked you out and you said no. It's a shame on your side,no shades.”
“I know, but don't you think I'll be the bad one if I only go into a relationship with him because of his wealth?”She heaved deeply,
”You're right. I trust your decision, but if it was left to me, babe, I'm going right in. No time to waste time.”
“Yeah, I trust you on that.” I said, raising a brow.
“Didn't you see how cool the Limo was? I'm sure you felt on top of the world when you stepped into it right?”
“A little.”
“Old hag.”
“Why'd you call me that?”
“You never seem to enjoy good things. You're weird.”
“I accept that.”
“A second.” She said and rolled her eyes.She immediately stood up and went into the bedroom, leaving me wondering about her sudden decision to go in.
“Happy birthday to you!” Mo screamed happily,with a cake in her hand.
“Awwn,I thought you forgot my birthday.”
“Uhhh, I didn't.”
“You didn't?”
“ Don't make me lie twice.” She said and we both broke into laughter. She definitely forgot my birthday.She handed me the cake with candle sticks standing in it.
“Awwn, you made my favorite.”
“Trust me with that.” “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now, make a wish and blow out your candles.”I closed my eyes and silently made a wish.
A wish for Mo to find all the happiness she could have in the world. That was all. Her happiness would make me more than happy. I gently opened my eyes and blew out the candles.
“Hurray!” Mo celebrated.“
You're the best.” I said, looking affectionately into her eyes.
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