Chapter 4
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That same night.
10:01.㏘.
OMNISCIENT.
Morgan got out of his car, with his white long sleeves shirt open and his suit jacket and briefcase in his hand. He staggered closely to the door as he shun away help from his driver and security.
He was looking for his keys and was actually poking his pen in the door lock, when the door opened abruptly almost making him fall back. Brooke's perfect body was dressed in a tank top and a worn out pink shorts, her wet hair in a messy bun at the top of head with tendrils hanging out. She caught his waist, and a scream escaped her lips as he fell on her, his head on her boobs.
"You okay?". Nate the driver asked her.
"Yes, I'm fine, I'll take care of him". She said rebuffing his help.
He locked the door, leaving her to handle herself. "Buyer, i need you to get up".
"Leave me be!. He said slurping. I'm fine, this floor is so soft".
"Morgan Drew Milton, the soft floor is my body". His head left her boobs as he planted his hand on both of her sides.
"Well, you're soft. He looked at her light cocoa eyes as he sighed. Did my mom really call you?. Was she the only reason you came to my office?". He asked really sober.
She shook her head, "Your mom did call, but she wasn't the only reason I came to your place. His heart seemed to raise at that. She's paying me extra!". His heart went into a billion pieces at that.
He found his energy as he stood up, locating the stairs and his room while Brooke just stared blankly at his back, thinking about what the hell she said wrong.
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The next morning,
Thursday,
31 January, 2019.
6:08㏂.
MORGAN MILTON.
I sat up in my bed, head in my hands as the aftermath of the too much alcohol last night kicked in, the headache was so unbearable that i thought about not showing to work, but was kicking against it. I own it so no one is going to notice. I went to my bathroom popping two aspirins in my mouth. I washed my face and brushed my teeth getting back into the my family size bed that only i was sleeping in, i let the cold sheets encompass me as my eyes drifted.
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1:22.㏘.
"Buyer, buyer, buyer?". I heard my name and my shoulders being shaken. My eyes opened slowly, as i saw Seller's concerned face and her hands on my face.
I didn't know why having her at such close proximity didn't him.
"You're burning up”, She said feeling my head and throat. “I'll get you a cold tower". She said walking to my bathroom, i wanted to stop her, but i was to weak and tired to.
She got back with a moist towel, she placed it on my head, "I'll get my thermometer".
I grabbed her hand this time. "I'll be fine. I chided. Just go away!". She stood up and walked away not even bothering to look back. b***h. I turned and toss in my bed, trying to sleep you it wasn't helping.
Ten minutes later, the door opened and something real good hit my nose. Its chicken scent woke up my lungs and my dead nose. I turned around to see her with a bed tray. "You might want to sit down".
"Go away Seller!". I turned to my side facing the other part of the room.
"You know, if you were hale and hearty, i would've smacked some damn respect into you". She sighed. "I said sit the murdafucking up!".
I turned around seating down, taking the tray from her. I wanted to smile at what was in it. Chicken noodle soup with orange juice and water.
"I know, we got off to a wrong start, but I'm a nice person. She said sitting on my bed. If you ain't being a d**k!". She put her head down looking at the floor. I wanted to tell her to get out but she clearly has no respect for personal boundaries.
I took a sip, ignoring her, it tasted good. Real good!.
"Lemme guess, my mom put you up to this too?".
"Oh. Hommie, I didn't chicken soup your ass, for you to be throwing weak jabs".
She stood up walking away, clearly offended. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, seeing that she was just being nice.
OMNISCIENT.
8:11.㏘.
Brooke sat by the luxurious pool dressed in her night wear as her feet dangled in the cold water. She knew she wasn't suppose to be here but her mind was running and so we're her feelings. She knew her place and what she deserved and she clearly didn't deserve what Morgan was dishing on her. It's been only two days since she started leaving with him and she was ready to throw the towel.
She is loud. But very soft and gets hurt easily but after dropping out she kept all her emotions tied up, knowing she can't be soft if she wanted to make it.
"Isn't it too cold for someone to be out here?". She jumped at the shock of the voice landing in the pool.
She started jumping like a fish out of water and Morgan quickly jumped in holding up her waist as her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Oh my God, as much of a smart mouth and a talkative you are. He added trying his damnedest not to laugh at her posture. You can't swim!". He couldn't hold back this time, he threw his head back laughing hysterically with tears leaving his eyes.
He sobered up as he saw the cold, stern look on her face. He swam to the steps setting her feet down as she walked out not looking at him.
"Brooke, wait". He called out as he followed her. She didn't turn..
"Why?. You wanna laugh more to my face?". She retorted clearly angry.
"I'm sorry. She stooped but didn't turn. Not for the pool but I am sorry. But for earlier and any other time".
She nodded still not looking at him, but ran towards the stairs heading for her room.
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