Chapter three
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Phoebe's call was the first thing that woke me up in the morning, my phone had been ringing incessantly and I thought I was dreaming.
“ Good morning princess “ Phoebe's voice rang into the phone speaker excitedly immediately I picked up.
“ How are you doing Phoebe”
“ I am doing fine by your grace, your majesty”, phoebe said mischievously
“ If you don't stop calling me that, I will have to smack you through this phone”, Phoebe's voice rang with laughter.
“ Okay your majesty”,
“ Did you see the pictures I sent you?”, I asked.
“ Girl I am so jealous of you, you are living the princess dream, look at those closets, those dresses, those shoes ugh”,
“ I am not going to wear any of those things”,
“ What are you saying, you got take advantage of this situation as much as possible”,
Phoebe was my classmate, seatmate and best friend back in Leeds town, she is a sharp opportunistic girl, even though she is one year younger than me her sharp wits and outspokenness makes her seem older and matured but loudness doesn't always equal maturity.
I am the opposite of my friend , reserved, pessimistic and doesn't mingle easily with the crowd. Most people see me as proud, but only my friend Phoebe knows me well. Like they say opposite attracts, so we stuck together.
“ Girl I am famished, I need to go get breakfast”, Jessica announced.
“ Oh girl, what are you going to have?”.
“ I don't know, let me see what these rich people got in their kitchen”, she opened the kitchen cabinet; nothing, she opened the pot, she opened the fridge, there was nothing.
“ These people are not only rich but miserable”, she slammed the door of the fridge only to come face to face with someone standing behind the fridge door
“ Holy s**t”, I screamed.
He was looking at me with an amused look, blonde lashes framed his ocean green eyes, his elbow popped against the fridge.
His hair was honey blonde, some strands were dropping on his green eyes, and his complexion was tanned.
He was the guy I saw at the pool.
My leg failed me and I staggered backwards.
I almost hit the ground when a strong elbow held me back and a handsome face peered into my eyes.
“ You must be Nicole's daughter?” He was looking into my eyes, his gaze searching my face .
“ Release me this instant”, I could no longer control my breath under the confines of his strong arms.
He smirked and then released me. I almost fell again before I regained My composure almost immediately. I made to leave the kitchen when suddenly a huge, ugly rottweiler jumped out from nowhere and stood in front of me.
The beast bared its teeth and the smell of leftovers meat oozed out from its mouth, he barked menancily at me.
I am not scared of dogs but I knew how menacing rottweilers can be especially in its territory.
“ Stop him now!!” I yelled.
“ Samson doesn't like strangers, he thinks you are an intruder”, his pupil dilated, his face darkened.
“ Are you an intruder, Jessica??”
I ignored the sarcastic question
“ just get your beast out of my way you dickhead”.
Samson growled more violently as if he heard the affront to his master. Philip smirked
“ if he sense a threat, he is going to rip you to shreds”,
“ I am going to rip it to shreds before then”, I grabbed a baseball stick from one of the cabinets ready to defend myself.
Samson took it as a challenge and growled more loudly, it bared its full teeth and stretched its forelimb and hindlimb ready to strike.
“ Samson sit down”, Philip ordered the irate beast and it obeyed at once.
“ He would have taken a pound of your flesh if not for me”, Philip raised his eyebrow expecting a thanks.
“ Go and get your gratitude from the swines”, I brushed him off.
“We see you both are already familiarizing with each other.” Nicole and Theophilus Duncan slipped into the room unnoticed.
“ Yeah we're getting along fine”, Jess replied sarcastically.
“ It's my pleasure to meet your beautiful daughter ma'am”, Philip smiled mischievously.
I shot an angry glance at him and stormed out of the room.
Philip POV
I stood in front of his mirror image admiring myself , my handsome face stood firm, my chin and jaws were well defined, my wavy blonde hair added a mysteriousness to hlmy look, my lips were pink and thin.
An ocean green eyes framed in blonde lashes is my standout feature that turns head and neck.
My limited edition Christian Dior suit fit like a glove accentuating my long legs, chiseled Abs and fit body.
“ Phil, where is your sister, Jess”. An unpleasant feeling soared through my mind. I can't imagine the piercing blue eyed, long red hair girl with a loud mouth as my sister.
“ We are going to be late for the party.” Nicole said in a worried tone.
“ Don't worry Mr Craig will understand,” Theo comforted her.
There was a light footsteps in the stairs,
I turned my face to the direction of the footsteps; it was Jessica coming down the stairs wearing an oversized tee shirt and a black shiny knee length boots over shiny transparent tights.
Her blonde hair has a shade of pink and silver. I swallowed hard as my chest tightened.
“what a little rebel princess”
“ Jess, we are going to a dinner party, not some teenage rave concert.” Her mom quarreled.
“ A teenage rave concert is where I'd rather be other than this organised cacophony”,
“ Let her be honey”, my dad said for the sake of peace, even though his crease shows he did not exactly approve of what his step daughter wore.
I allowed my eyes to travel all over her body, lingered on her inviting thighs and rested on her ample sized bossom, which peaked at the right angle.
“ No bra?” I asked even though I was not expecting a pleasant answer
“ You can buy me one”, Jessica snapped past, swaying her hips. I took it as an invitation to something better to come.
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