CHAPTER-3
1580 Words
I had a wonderful flight.Best I've ever had.No bumps on the way, slept like a baby; never had better.Never been this well rested but right now all I wanna do is MURDER Kieth.
We've been standing infont of the airport for 10 minutes now , waiting for a ride which which isn't going to be here anytime soon.Very hungry and very hot.If the burning sun is any indication of the heat we under.
All for what?Maybe if Keith didn’t send the one available car.The one, purposeful meant to convey us to hotel for a bloody car WASH!
A Wash! The exact moment we arrived! I near fuming now , more than passed my boiling point when Veronica breaded the news to me.
Agrh!I wish I could pull at my hair .If only I’d feel a little bit of relief. But it took so much work and time to get this perfectly cute Mickey Mouse hairstyles done.
My hair is that tough to work with.
I swear to god am gonna murder the wench,aahhhh!
“Hello?!.. Guy can you send a different car ..”
Guy.Keith’s assistant.An asshole just like his employer.
“What do you mean no!?”
“It’s still at the wash bay?!..”
How convenient! “ How long does it take to get a car washed!? An hour apparently..
“But .…Miss Jenner needs to be at that meeting …You’re being unprofessional…You knew we were…hello?.. hello?!”
“Son of a b***h!”
Preach on,V.
“Ahem,excuse me,Miss Jenner.It’s just..” she flushes a deep red.
“ It’s okay,I get it.” And Stacy thinks am a prude?
Wait until she sees this side of her.
“ I take it the car won’t be coming until after another hour.” She nods looking upset and disturbed.
Keith and Guy right?
I release a breath all this anger won’t us any good.Keith practically gets off on getting under your skin.This is exactly what he want.I should have seen this coming.Should have known the Keith would pull something like this off.
It was like his own way of saying welcome after we’d been apart since the last time we worked together in Singapore.l walk towards an empty bench along the curb.
I kick a tiny rock as I take a seat on the hot wood. My bum already feeling toasty.I take off my black hoodie before I melt under the heat of the sun, leaving me in my baggy jeans and fitting T- shirt.
“ We’ll just have to wait.”
Twenty minutes into waiting and I feel my stomach growl.Perspiration coating every piece by skin, the the sun sorchy.
I had a wonderful flight.Best I've ever had.No bumps on the way, slept like a more.Never been this well rested but right now all I wanna do is Murder Kieth.
We've been standing infont of the airport for 10 minutes now , waiting for a ride which which isn't going to be here anytime soon.Very hungry and very hot.If the burning sun is any indication of the heat we under.
All for what?Maybe if Keith didn’t send the one available car.The one purposeful meant to convey us to hotel for a WASH!
A Wash! The exact moment we arrived!
I swear to god, someone better be praying for him before we reach him or he’s goof a dead!
“Hello?!.. Guy can you send a different car ..”
Guy.Keith’s assistant.An asshole just like his employer.
“What do you mean the is being washed?!..Miss Jenner needs to be at that meeting …Youer being unprofessional…You knew…hello?.. hello?!”
“Son of a b***h!”
Hallelujah sister
“Ahem,excuse me,Miss Jenner.It’s just..” she flushes a deep red.
“ It’s okay,I get it.” And Stacy thinks am a prude?
Wait until she sees this side of her.
“ I take it the car won’t be coming until after another hour.” She nods looking upset and disturbed.
Keith and Guy right?
I release a breath, and walk towards an empty bench along the curb.
I take of my black hoodie before I melt under the heat of the sun, leaving me in my baggy jeans and fitting T- shirt.
“ We will just have to wait.”
Twenty minutes into waiting and I feel my stomach growl.Perspiration coating my entire skin.
The sun is so scorchy! I try covering my face with my hands, but it’s no good ; the sun burns my arm instead.
Damm it!
As if strongly wishing for the peaceful reprieve my hotel room would offer instead of the airport filled with people and vehicles everywhere; up and about their business, is all I had to do….A black SUV pulls up infront of us.
Please be for us!Or I swear I’d die from starvation… and the heat .
Fuck,no one told me Vegas would be this hot!
A man in a suit comes out of the car, walking towards us.I peer at the opened window at the back seat to find the beautiful Rebecca Moyga.
“Rebecca?” Veronica hands over our luggage to the driver, looking exactly as I feel…Relived.
“Olivia, care to join me?.”The smile she gives me is iconic. It has me itching to cover my eyes, pearly white teeth reflecting light onto my overheated eyes.
“Get in. The sun must be killing you.” She adds when I remain standing, smiling like a happy i***t . I formed a bond of the sorts with the family over the years .Now Rebecca was like the mother figure I never had in my life.
Fair skin, British accent and dimples. Rebecca put gorgeous models and their bothersome skincare to shame; even at forty-five.She was a vision to behold.
Keith is one lucky guy..
“ I apologize on behalf of my stupid son.It’s hard for him to see beyond his ego sometimes.” Her voice sultry and smooth , its like bells of honey and iced tea ringing to my ears .I smile at her all thoughts of murdering her son disappearing into thin air.
“He’s not always this much of a wanker, you know.”
I know
I caught a glimpse of the real Keith once.Passed the impenetrable facade of a hardcore player he has going on for him.
Although he sleeps around he’s honest and upfront about his intentions with those he chooses to sleep with.
Not that it ever stops them from sleeping with him.
He told me once that the unattainable ‘bad boy facade’ as I called it works just great for him , once when I had called him out on it.
“You’re scared of falling for anyone, so you sleep with them and that's all.Never the same girl twice…no chance of falling in love, right?” He started at me, all smile and dimples like I didn't know something he knew.
Shook his head like I couldn't be more wrong, but he didn't try to correct me.I remember I didn't like the feeling he was holding something back.Something he should have told me, but I brushed it off when he said..
“No am not, it could be a ploy like you're thinking of maybe you're wrong.Either way it works, who cares..”
I did. Still do on most nights when I can't help but think of him in the arms of another…I tore me apart bits and pieces to painful to put back together…I wanted so badly to yell at him for it. I’d wanted to tell him he didn’t need to work to get a girl to go to bed with him but I let the words die in my throat.
I swallowed thicking, pushing everything I wanted to scream out down as I swallowed.
I bring my attention back to Rebecca as she tells me a new story about Keith.It became a thing everytime we meet like this.Incidentally.Coicidentally.Take your pick.
“He was only eleven..” she begins,sounding like she’s about to tell me the saddest story ever.
He was kidnapped instead of his brother, Tim,by child traffickers.He felt them watch them from a distance.When he felt there was no way out … He made Tim hide.Told him not to come out until he counted to five thousand,slowly. Tim was five then.
How scared they must have been..
The traffickers took Keith.My heart breaks at the thought. It took them about a week to find him and free the others with him.
I can tell it still breaks her heart.
“He could barely speak when we found him.We we’re so scared we wouldn’t find him…” Her hand trembles..She gives me sad smile
“The first month we brought him home, he’d freak out whenever we’d turn the lights off, or when anyone tou-ched ..him” She whispers so only I can hear her.
I give her hand a squeeze when her voice cracks.
“Madam Rebecca,we’re here.”The driver anounce breaking the silent ambiance of the car.
“Rebecca,thank for the ride.” Warm hazel eyes meet mine.Before am able to join Veronica out the car at light bulb turns on in my head.Keith has had his shot at me, it's my turn now.
“Rebecca..would mind doing something for me, I’ll promise you’ll like it.”
“Go ahead sweetheart, am listening.” I grin devilishly at the idea of mess in g with Keith.
God, this is going to so glorious!! Hee-hee-hee
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