Chances

Chapter Sixteen

Of course they both knew the little boy was cute. She just had to mention that to bring up a conversation. Lately, she had been wanting to spend time with David more often.

If someone had told her she'd be wanting and needing his touch, she would've asked the person to book a room in a psychiatric home. But then now, she was longing to be in his arms. She had been dreaming about him whispering soft words into her ears as she slept.

She had been imagining him holding her hands and helping her out of her dresses after evening balls. She wanted nothing but hear his voice when going to sleep and waking up to seeing only his face and voice snoring beside hers.

Well, not the day she first met her after so many years. That particular day seemed to be her unlucky day. He had come to ruin her celebration.

He was a jerk who wanted to take her son away from her any way. So no one could blame her for hating him back then.

Hate had already turned into something else; something almost close to attraction, something closer to the meaning of pleasure and easiness whenever she thought of him.

It was as if he had grown taller than he usually was. She could never forget the sparks in his eyes whenever he got excited over something little.

His arms got stronger each day and his chest suddenly became perfectly chiseled as if he had been lifting all the stuff in the gym. Not forgetting his packs, Marisca could swear sometimes she saw seven and even eight.

She had seen him half naked not once or twice: more than necessary. He had been parading his room wearing only boxers and whenever she walked to her room, she saw him through the little line almost holding the door to the other side of the wall.

Peeping? Not really, spying? Well you could say that. She couldn't help herself from stoping and taking a good look at what could be hers in the near future. Sometimes thoughts lingered in her naughty mind, wondering whether she should enter or not.

She had to battle with her self to avoid her own self from rushing into his room, throwing him unto the bed and eating the possible flesh he had on him.

She had totally zoned out, thinking about those things as she looked at him. He raised a questioning eye brow at her, waiting for her to come back to her right senses.

He must've realized she wasn't coming to her senses any time soon so he snapped his long fingers before her eyes and quickly as expected, she jerked back from her thoughts.

The thoughts that were almost causing heat through her body and down to her inner thighs.

“You look distracted. Is anything the matter?" He asked, suspiciously eyeing her from head to toe.

“No, just thinking about the little champion, Tyler. He looks happy here. There are even kids around he plays with. Even though things aren't going very well now a days, I'm pretty sure we are safe, by your side," she didn't notice she had voiced out the last part.

She quickly took the sentence again, "I mean...as in I meant, he looks happy here. There are even kids around he plays with. Even though things aren't going very well now a days, I'm pretty sure he is safe by your side. You guys really take good care of him. He sometimes doesn't even look for me as much as he did when he didn't know you.”

What did she take him for? He wasn't stupid to ignore what she said. Also he is not slow in the head to know she said 'we' at first.

A lazy but teasing smirk escaped the corner of his left lips and she wondered if changing the stament was smart enough or just her being foolish again.

David would give anything away just to know what she was thinking about. The face she had on whenever she zoned out, made him want to enter into her thoughts. She'd silently look at you as if nobody mattered. Not that he was complaining, at least he got the chance to take a better look at her cute face.

Marisca sighed and unconsciously leaned backwards, supporting her weight on both her palms.

His eyes flushed on her perky breasts that were hiding behind and under her white nylon blouse.

She looked tempting, and David wouldn't mind falling as long as he got those perky neighbours in his mouth.

Shaking his dirty thoughts away, he cleared his throat. Staying much longer with her was nothing but ordering ones body especially mind to sin.

Could he resist the temptation? He hoped so. He hoped he would be able to resist those temptation or thoughts.

She had so much effect on him without even her noticing or trying to do so.

And she also could say the same thing about him.

“So what do you plan on doing today? Any plans for the day?" he immediately adjusted his belt while also leaning back, except he was leaning his head on the head post of the couch.

“Oh I don't really plan on going anywhere. Maybe the restaurant will do. Oh and you forgot to finish teaching me how you prepared that delicious cake. Goodness I can still taste it in my mouth. I doubt something can possibly be nicer than that cake," she admired and praised the cake while remembering the day she first tasted it.

“Tsk," he chuckled and continued, "Funny right? it's like a constructor finishing a house and handing it over to the painter. The painter always gets the praise. People never bother to ask how many cement they used or how many time they spent. They only see the house and they go like, 'Oh this house is so beautiful. Where did you get the paint?' They always wound them sometimes...all the time i mean.”

“Oh come on, I asked for the instructions didn't i? At least I'm not telling you the cake is super cool and leaving it there. So indirectly, I'm admiring the maker. And please stop embarrassing yourself. What you said was so out of line. They say, "Everybody admires the paint and forget about the painter," she teased him and he laughed.

“You sure are something else. OK, sure I'll teach you tomorrow," he yelled as he saw her coming over to hit him into accepting he would teach her.

“OK then, so I'll be inside. Just call me when you need me. Also take care and don't get a scratch on your body when you come home or else you will sleep outside. Say the same thing to Tyler," she playfully warned him.

David laughed as he saw her walking away.

***

It was afternoon when Marisca started missing her son. She walked down the Hall, smelling fresh fish soup coming from the kitchen. Her mouth became watery as she approached the kitchen.

She leaned behind the door as she watched Leah tasting the fish soup she was preparing.

Marisca smiled and cleared her throat. Leah immediately turned to look at the intruder and quickly, she returned her smile.

“So, what happened? I hardly see you in the kitchen. Did Dean suddenly decide he was craving for fish soup?" She teased as Leah raised her chin at her best friend.

“And who said I'm preparing it for him? It's not like I care about him. I'm in the mood to drink this. Anyone interested in fish soup today can join me," she grinned as she returned to her soup.

“Sometimes I feel like I don't know you at all. One minute, your behavior tells me you like him and the next minute you open your mouth and screw everything up," Marisca whispered.

“No, don't even go there. You've been acting strange lately. The other time, I saw you biting your lips as you watched his ass," she also shot at Marisca.

“Whose ass?" She pretended she didn't know who Leah was talking about.

“You ask as if you don't know who I'm talking about, yet you are blushing," she laughed and then continued, "I saw you keenly watching him and biting your lips. What? You thought we won't see you! You were already in another planet, you forgot the two of you weren't alone.”

“Well, you can't blame me. He has a fine ass," she admitted so her friend would keep quiet.

“Oh so you are finally admitting it," she teased again.

“No, not really. Hey, at least I am admitting it. Dean also has a fine..”

“Shut up," Leah chipped in to prevent her from continuing her sentence.

“I was just trying to say, he has a fine nose. A nose, that's all. Were you thinking something else?” She questioned while innocently looking at her.

“That's so your problem. You can have them both you know that. None of them strikes me. So do me the honour and take him off my back," she shouted, not being angry at all.

Marisca laughed and walked out after telling her to clean the kitchen before walking out. Leah had the habit of not cleaning the kitchen, not even when she went there once a year.

Later that night, Leah got a call from her manager and picking it up, she mouthed at Marisca to turn off the music.

“Hi, Spade what's up," she inquired when she picked it up.

“Not that bad. Well, I called to let you know the date for the finals has been fixed...middle of next ," he shouted joyfully into the phone.

And Leah couldn't help the excitement that flushed through her body. She also screamed and jumped, making a little dance move with her legs, shaking them while moving them forward.

“So the princess is finally OK. I hope she is OK enough to handle some few punches," she joked as Spade laughed with her.

“I'll be seeing you later then. Make sure you keep on practicing. You have fought with her before so I'm guessing you know her weaknesses.”

“Oh yes I do. And she knows mine too. But don't worry, I'm all up for the punches," she joked and again they laughed.

“OK, catch you later. Take care and don't exercise too much. You also need rest. Your body will break down if you fail to offer it rest," he educated her and she rolled her eyes at how the man uncertainly gave out opinions.

Hanging up, she smiled at Marisca whose eyes and ears had been focused on her friend. She folded her arms together and urged her to speak up.

“The finals is in the middle of next week. I have been anxious lately. And I'm glad they brought it up. I hope nothing happens while I'm away," she carefully spoke.

“Uh uh," Marisca said while moving her finger from left to right, "You aren't going alone. I'll be there to cheer you up. Is there any day I have missed your fight? Nope! And that isn't going to happen. Who ever is after you should be ready for me too," she fearlessly joked.

Leah laughed and spoke, "You'll be the first one running away when trouble kicks in. I know that.”

“Oh come on, I'll take a bullet for you. Well, not in the chest or heart. Not even in the head though. Maybe I might consider the ass," she eyed her and laughed her heart out.

“What's up with you and asses? Humor me, do you miss watching...”

“Shut up!" Marisca warned her friend even before she could finish her sentence.

“Oh really now?”

They both screamed as they threw the pillows at each other on Leah's bed.