Sharp knocks, in quick succession, bustling against the wooden front door woke Emma up. And for a tiny second, she thought she was still in Florida getting cozy on her queen size bed, until her eyes caught two cockroaches playing around on the floor and her back protested in pain at her for lying it against the kitchen table.
She winced, and rubbed her head dejectedly, noting that she had fallen asleep,while thinking about her life, and how she would go about the arrangements that would make sure she gets to the county's university next week. The thoughts now rushing back like a river overflowing its bank still assailed her.
Now thinking on it again, Emma knew that she had to get a work or something that she could do to support herself financially. But for the life of her, She couldn't think of any work she could do, she hadn't worked for money in her entire 17 years life.
Her father had always made sure that she and Amelia didn't lack the cash, no matter how cruel he was to her. A part she had always scored him good in, even though Amelia's weekly expense money was double of hers. But now, Emma thought tiredly, he has freezed her accounts too, after taking away her phone. He had told her that all she needed was already in place, and anything extra would have to be paid by her…
" ..which means he even expected me to work, or how else would I get the money for the extra? Stealing??" Emma muttered to herself sadly.
At least if she had her phone with her, she could make some calls, Emma thought, scratching an itching spot on her hair.
For if she had learnt anything from her father, it was to keep connections. He had always told she and Amelia to make useful friends and keep them around too, no matter what.
"It could be needful to you in the future" He would always say, then he would go off into tales on how he became a rich mogul that even lends money to the government officials. How he made friends that helped him keep climbing the ladder of Fame and wealth.
But then, he took her phone, Emma gnashed her teeth at the thought. She could remember vividly now that she had some friends on I*******m that lived in England, and she was totally sure that one or two of them would have known something about this county.
"But then, he took my phone" Emma said, hitting her hand on the table in annoyance.
The knock came again.
Emma stopped the reverie and muttered a curse, wondering who could be here already. Her sister was far away in Florida, maybe surfing now. And her dad won't be coming here till three months time.
Rubbing her hands on each other, maybe, to dull the pain of hitting one of them on the table, she stood up begrudgingly, wobbling across the kitchen floor, while sighing heavily as she beheld the messy state of the rooms, till she got to the front door, still wondering on who could be at the door. Emma didn't have to wait so long to find out.
She opened the door, to see a very tall handsome guy standing in front of her.
He stood at 6ft and dome inches, with a deep blue eyes. His skin was lightly tanned, and she wondered if a sea was lying around here, because she hadn't seen any while on transit. His hair was richly dark,and tied in a ponytail. A wholesome meal in all. She whistled. If half of the male population in this county were as handsome as the dude in front of her, then this adventure that her father had forced her into wouldn't be too bad, she thought smiling.
Yeah, she always had a thing for tall guys, with dark hair. He was sprouting a beard too, which seemed to be recently trimmed. Emma sighed dreamily.
"Hello" He said, while waving his hands at her face. His face all scrunched up, and his lips upped in disgust.
Emma blinked repeatedly, and clocked her head sideways as she caressed her forehead.
"What's wrong with me?" She thought wistfully.
And looking up to meet the guy's strong gaze, she could see, by the side view that there were other guys too, hot heavily built guys with…
"..wait a minute" , Emma whispered to herself softly.
The guys were carrying cleaning equipments.
"What is happening?, Who had called the cleaning company? She just got here, few hours ago" She thought wildly.
And then she concluded that it could only be her father, and for a second she was completely grateful to him. But she still had to confirm,she thought.
She opened her mouth to ask how and why they came to the house, but the handsome hot guy beat her to it.
"Hello again. I'm Derek, from Peipei Cleaning Company" He said, with a forced smile,that still somehow showed off a set of white dazzling teeth.
But Emma didn't take note of the dazzling teeth as she would have aforetime if meeting a guy for the first time. She had only noticed the forced smile, and she knew for sure that the smile was customary. The normal customer service smile, she thought; but on a forced terrain. And she also believed that Mr Handsome would have preferred to be in a club watching ladies strip than here, talking to her.
"Hello, I'm Emma, and I don't remember calling for a cleaning service" She replied blankly, meeting his gaze stongly.
" Yeah, you didn't, but the owner of the house did" The guy, Derek replied scornfully, like he was talking to a kid sis.
He had watched the girl with dust speckles on her face fawning over him some seconds ago and scoffed inwardly. Humans can be so pathetic he thought. Although her scent was very faint, he could still tell that she was one. But he couldn't understand what she was doing in the area that was reserved specially for the werewolves in this county. He could also see her proud stance now, and he waited in anticipation to hear what she had to say.
But Emma scoffed, loudly.
"I'm the owner of the house, Mr". She stated with a sardonic smile.
Derek was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the tired looking girl in front him, that had been ogling him some seconds ago, and who couldn't be more than 18 years, and scoffed.
" I don't know what you're saying Miss, but Mr Jason called for us. Are you his mistress or his maid? Whichever one you are, just place a call to him to confirm then, we don't have all the day to waste" He said disdainfully.
And then after some seconds, he purred in satisfaction as he saw the drastic change in her proud stance and haughty look as she fully registered what he had said.
The horrid look on the her face pleased him greatly..
He would show her, Derek thought, if she had thought she could look down on him. Humans were so easy to play with.
And so folding his thick hairy arms against his chest , he gave her a daring look, with his lips turned up in a smirk.
Emma was appalled, and for a minute she couldn't move or say anything. The words which Derek had spoken hung heavily on her, it numbed her actually for a minute. Of all the things the stupid jerk could attribute to her; a mistress? And the way he looked at her, like she was some piece of trash. "Hey, are you dumb too??" He asked with a gibe, unfolding his hands from each other. Then removing an imaginary tint from his hair, he looked at her in disgust, from her hair which she knew was cripsy with dust, to her feet which were not faring better either in those tight white tennis shoe. He hissed after the eye travel, and put his hands into the front pockets of his denim jeans, still staring d
"Where's Derek?" Emma asked Clem. She had turned back to see Clem and the other two guys walk into the house after her, but not Derek. She refused to think on why she was searching him out. 'What's there, if not to trouble him the more'She thought, smiling to herself as she remembered the look on his face when she double tripped him. "He might be outside" Clem replied, staring at the ceilings of the living room. 'Outside?'Emma thought. She could feel herself boiling up again. She concluded that Derek was a real piece of work. "What's he doing outside?, can't you see we need more hands her
Shane watched the duo in front of him spring apart at his voice, and smiled. He remembered they were holding hands when he walked into the kitchen and concluded that this would be the beginning of an interesting affair, which he would be delighted to watch. He couldn't wait to see his soon to be alpha smitten over a human girl, although he couldn't help but wonder whether she was his mate or he was just attracted to her. Whichever one, he hasn't ever looked at a girl twice, so this drama would be too sweet to miss, Shane concluded. He had watched her trip Derek, and the look on Derek's face when Clem touched her. And one thing he was so sure about was that, the girl intrigued Derek. Damn! She intrigued him too. She had looked so hot when she performed that acrobatics on Derek. So hot. Looking at them now, both scratching their necks
Emma met Clem surveying the master bedroom, with his two hands in the back pockets of his denim jeans, as she walked in. His back was towards her, and she had to admit; he was really a fine specimen, with a nice ass. She knew that Clem liked her already. His eyes had looked dreamy when he had brushed the dirt off her face. Emma thought she liked him too, she felt comfortable around him; unlike someone with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. Derek made her insides tingle. She feels so nervous whenever she's around him, her body temperature running up each time. Time had stopped for her, when she had jumped on him while running away from those damn cockroaches.
The Moon Park street smelled of whistling pine and natural vegetative flavors. Emma loved it. She has been strolling for almost an hour, walking from one block to another, appraising the beautiful bungalowish houses she has been seeing; and completely liked the fact that she could breathe freely without inhaling a scent of coffee, or perfume, or a mixture of junk and fried foods. The air was very free. As she strolled down the fifth block, she saw a row chair in front of a pale yellow house, which had the same design as her now house few blocks away; though this one was the neat version of hers. Emma stopped walking, then mused at the thought. She has her own house, at 17. 'What a fast-trek', she thought. &n
Emma could see that gaze again. It was the same gaze she had seen in the eyes of the boys earlier when they had seen her at first; and she got really curious. " Can't you talk or what.." The woman queried, seemingly getting tired of repeating her questions. " I'm Emma, and I live down the street" Emma replied looking at the woman. But she couldn't keep the eye contact for long. Rubbing her hands together, she looked elsewhere, at the gmelina trees; because for some reasons, unknown to her, she felt cold under the woman's gaze. "You live here??" The woman asked, her voice tinted with a note of confusion and suprise. Emma grasping that, looked up at the stranger. She could see the widening of the woman's e
The warmth of the sun rays on this mountainous scape, made Emma wish fervently that she had dropped off her brown coat in the house; as she felt the pool of sweat that had formed between the layers of her breasts. Her thin white polo was also slightly soaked, and they haven't gotten to the restaurant yet. She mused tiredly at the thought, and prayed silently, earnestly in her heart that they should get to the restaurant quickly. Her stomach was already making grumpling sounds. Trudging down the grassy path with Melvina, Emma wondered at her agility, while neglecting the stares she was getting from the people that stood at the West end of the road, purchasing clothes. "I didn’t know that the restaurant is this far.." She said rubbing her hands together, stopping f
The cloying smell of freshly baked cookies, hamburger and fries engulfed Emma as a hug, assailing her nostrils in a pleasant way as Melvina and she, stepped into the eatery. Her stomach grumbled in approval, as she breathed in the wholesome smell in relish. She couldn't wait to eat. "Let's go." Melvina said, holding her hand, and whisking her to the one of the tables. "Here, sit" She said, as they got to the first table closer to the window. Emma sat down excitedly, while rubbing her hands together. The cafeteria seemed to be cold, an odd opposition of the weather outside. " What will you have?." Melvina asked her, smiling.