Chapter 05

Chapter 5

Gina>>>>>

The only way today could fix itself from the jinx my father started it with was if the day could play out exactly like it did in my dream.

So I picked a gown like I wore in my dream; in hopes of manifesting the dream. The dress was similar to what I had on inside the dream, and I decided to skip the use of underwear just in-case.

I arrived downstairs. Contrary to how it was in my dream, there was no Frank in sight or at the dining table- but, the table was set.

I was still peeping around when I felt a presence came up from behind me. I walked a few meters away from the stairs before I turned around to see him halted.

He wouldn’t finish descending the stairs. He leaned into the wall with his arm folded over his chest as he pinned a lowered gaze on me.

“Good morning,” he whispered out in his throaty voice.

I cut gaze with him. For some reason it felt too much to look him in the eyes. “Morning,” I too responded in a whisper like tone.

“So you’re back to talking to me now huh?”

I heard him scoff, followed by the sound of his steps as he finish descending the stairs. He walked past me and straight to the dining table where he slid into one of the seats.

“Your father is gone, Little bird. You can’t avoid me forever, especially if it’s going to be the both of us alone for the next couple of weeks.” He snickered, jeering at my seclusion.

“I-“ I had to pause whatever I was about to say when a loud sound pierced the air.

I glanced up at him and saw it was his phone, he already brought it out of his pocket and was staring down at the screen.

I don’t know who it was that gave him a call, but he stood up, excused himself and walked off to go probably attend to the call.

I stared around curious. Who could that be?

I found myself trailing after the path he took. I’ve never seen that man received a call ever since I’ve known him. So who could be calling him now?

Even my dad doesn’t call him when he’s away or they’re apart. I assumed then that he doesn’t like call. Hence why I’m curious now on who was it that could be calling him.

Perhaps he’s got a girlfriend. I mean he’s too hot to be single, so maybe he’s finally gotten a girlfriend.

I hid myself near the window cause he went out on the porch before he answered the call.

I couldn’t exactly make out who was it he was speaking to, but he’s yet to respond back and was only listening to whatever was being said to him.

“Are you done?” He asked whoever it was on the call with him. Safe to assume that person was ranting.

“I promised you. Do you trust me or not?” He seemed frustrated.

Trust him with what? What did he also promise? Is this about work?

Questions regarding his words pooled into my brain without censors.

“You’ve got to calm down, I already promise you. It’s going smoothly, just a few more process. There’s seriously nothing for you to worry about. If it wasn’t for who you are to me, I wouldn’t have picked your call to begin with,”

I knew it!

I knew the caller was someone dear to him. Now was it a man or a woman? Everything he said just now only has me deeper into the depth of my confusion.

“I’m gonna end the call now, goodbye.”

I scurried away from the spot where I’d merge myself to be able to eavesdrop on his phone-call and quickly rushed back to resume my stance exactly where he left me.

Soon enough, his presence surfaced as he went straight back to resume his breakfast.

“You got a call?” I made sure my awe was as loud as my curiousness. “Who was it?”

He glanced at me, muted. He stared back down at his meal after a scoff.

“Do you have a girlfriend? Was it your girlfriend?” I found myself slowly approaching him.

He looked up at me once more, this time assessing me like I’ve grown an unnatural detail to my features.

“If I have one, would it break your heart?” He threw at me finally, his eyes squinted.

I looked away from him and shrugged. “Why would that break my heart? I already figured there’s no way you’d be single,” I told him with my eyes laid off him.

“And why is that?”

“Cause you know- you’re hot. Hot- oh shit!” I clamped a palm shut on my lips, realizing the words I’d just sprouted.

Did I just call him hot? Okay earth, I’m calling out to you once more. Open the fuck up and let’s be roommates till further fucking notice.

I watched a smug smirk grew into his face. “I’m hot? Do you think I’m hot, Little bird?”

No I’ll not answer that. I proceed to take my own seat farthest from where he’s seated, at the opposite end of the table.

I’m just gonna pretend he’s not there and that my attraction to this man isn’t slowly poisoning the peace of my mind, soul, life in a nutshell.

“Little bird,” he called out humorously.

Fuck everything about this man is hot. From the way he talks, to that stupid beautiful broad smile on his face. Every single thing about him is attractive.

I would have thrown myself at him if he wasn’t who he is to me. A goddamn father figure.

“I’ll tell you what, if you could do three things for me, I promise to fuck you senseless like you’ve always wanted.”

My head snapped over to him. Wait what? I paled out.

“Huh?”

“I won’t repeat myself sweetheart. I’m well aware of what I walked into yesterday’s night,”

He just had to remind me of what I thought he might’ve forgotten by now. Forgotten how? How could he forget so quickly unless he’s got an incompetent brain weight.

“T-th-three things?” My voice had lost its pace. I sounded like a fractured mutt.

“Yes, little bird. Three things, but I have to warn you. The three stuffs are no ordinary things.”

Okay is this a prank or am I still dreaming?

Something fishy is going on here. I can smell it.