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Jocelyn's POV
A dress?
I'm still surprised and as I walk through the corridor that leads to my room, I hold myself back from checking the content of the bag. I need to be in the confines of my room so whatever my reaction is would be for me alone.
It's getting uncomfortable and quite suspicious now. Leela is being extra nice to me. She's nicer to me than any of her employees. One evening, Tiffany came into the kitchen looking all sullen and when Rosá asked what happened, Tiffany told her how she was yelled at by Leela for adding so much spices into the meal she was served.
But nothing like that has ever happened to me. Even when I do something wrong, the way she corrects me is ever so gentle.
Sighing, I push my door open before locking it carefully behind me. I have to be quick with the dress so I can go back to the kitchen to continue whatever I'm doing.
In the bag is a burnt orange dress. The next sound coming out of my mouth is a gasp. This dress is really beautiful and from the looks of it, I'm sure Leela ordered it directly from a designer clothes line.
"Oh my God," I whisper as I turn the dress before me. It's a short dress. Probably going to stop above my thighs. It's a chiffon fabric and the lower side of the dress has a rope that can be tied close to my knee to cause a very beautiful crease.
The straps are really tiny and they run in a criss cross manner around the back. Sighing, I decide that maybe I'll try it out later. Tiffany is already calling my name from the kitchen and I know that lunch is almost ready. Besides, we have a lot of things to do after preparing lunch. Immediately, I fold the dress neatly and place it on the bed before leaving the room for the kitchen.
I find Tiffany standing at the door of the kitchen with both hands on her waist. She's glaring at me and I understand it's because I took a lot of time.
I slip into the kitchen through that small space left from Tiffany's plump body and immediately grab the floral apron hanging off the apron rack.
"I'm sorry, guys," I apologize, sounding out of breath as I rush over to the counter where the oven mittens are. "Leela had me do something for her,"
Rosá nods. "She seems to really like you,"
I want to tell them about the very expensive dress Leela got me but I feel it'll create a very wide divide among us so I just keep shut. "She's freaking out because of the whole dinner. It seems like she has never had a successful one,"
"Never. Never, my dear. But I hope this one turns out good," Tiffany says.
"I hope so, too," I say and then grab the mittens off the counter and slip it on my hands before going to check the pie in the oven.
"It's ready!"
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Julian's POV
After lunch, I get a call from Jamal. I've not seen him in a while. Smiling, I pick up the call.
"Bro, where the f**k have you been?"
"Man, just around. Work has me moving around like a ghost," Jamal chuckles.
We resonate better with each other because he's really quiet and more focused on his business than our other friends. That's why we get along easily. Also, he hates clubs which I also hate.
"I understand. Damien and Davin have been asking about you for a while now."
"We can hang out this weekend," he says.
Then I remember the party my mother is holding this weekend. "Hey, man. My mum is hosting a party this weekend. She's inviting y'all. I'm sure you'd love to come,"
"Uhm," Jamal sounds unsure. "I don't think—"
"I know it's because of the other dinners that were disastrous," I say in amusement and we both burst into laughter.
"Man, those times were crazy," Jamal says. His voice is now louder. He's very gentle but when it comes to recalling memories, he f*****g does it to the fullest. "I remember when you came with me. Bea and your mother caught you both f*****g in one of the rooms without the doors closed,"
I remember that night. Bea was a friend of mine. More like friends with benefits as we did not have any attraction apart from the s****l attraction towards each other. She is a wild one and whenever she's around, she feels like I am the only one who can tame her wildness which I always do all the time. That night, she dragged me into the closest room to us while we were making out and we totally forgot to lock the door.
My mother caught us both naked and in the middle of a heated s*x. She's scarred till now and she warned me never to come with Bea to any of her dinners again.
The dinner ended up a disaster. Tiffany added excess salt in one of the dishes and it had one of the guests coughing till she was rushed to the hospital.
"Man, crazy times."
"Are you going?"
"Of course, I am. She's my mother and it's my obligation to go. Y'all can shirk the dinner but I can not. I have to be there for her,"
Jamal chuckles. "Don't worry, I'll come. I'll make sure I drag the boys with me. At least, when the disaster is happening, you won't be alone."
I smile fondly. "Of course, bro. I appreciate it. Make sure you come with Freda, okay?"
"Of course, I'll come with her."
"Make sure you give her deets on what might happen if she attends the dinner, okay?"
"Oh, I remember. She's never been to any of your mother's infamous dinner parties. She'd be shocked."
"Of course, she will. You're so lucky, man. You've got the woman of your dreams."
"You're the one slacking, man. You're still in your home phase and you don't seem to be out of it yet."
"I have a girlfriend, shut the f**k up."
"Indeed," Jamal says but his voice is laced with sarcasm. "I have to go now, man. There's a lot waiting on my desk to be done."
"See you at the party this weekend!"
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