DEALT ( saving his soul )

Chapter seven

Jonathan tapped his veiny fingers on the wooden table beside him. He c****d his head to the side as it turned into steady drumming rhythm and mismatched eyes glared at the baby blue shorts on his bed.

He sighed. This was a day a couple of friends were coming over and he desired to be comfortable in shorts but because of his right artificial leg. He had to wear sweat pants. Jonathan huffed.

The accident had turned him into an introvert but only three individuals persistently stuck to his side like glue despite the cold attitude he also developed: Lan, Frost and Gregory. They had met in highschool and they grew up like blood brothers. Each would go an extra mile to cover up for any of them so when he got involved in the accident , they all stubbornly stayed by his side. In the long run, Lan ended up becoming his personal body guard and the rest of them : Frost and Gregory always popped in his house twice a month to check on him, whether he liked it or not. Jonathan ended up softening a little and adjusting so that whenever they came , he would make arrangements to have a little fun. That included even a solemn version of fun. For he laughed and smiled less.

He struggled into a pair of black sweat pants and an a comfortable hoodie then placed a shiny mask on his face. Jonathan's friends knew about his visible physical injuries but he did not need anymore pitiful glances , so he hid them. Settling on his bed, he smiled at his already served breakfast and a part of him wished that the interesting maid was late that morning so that he could have another chance to talk to her.

It's not like you can say fully completed sentences, anyway.

His lips tightened at his inner voice but immediately turned into a mischievous grin and chuckle when he remembered a certain maid in a translucent gown. Her rack was tempting and she was stunning, his smiled broadened at the memory . He wanted to ask her if she was real but his mouth had other plans and he ended up ordering her to always wear her uniform whenever she was to meet him.

Very dumb , Blue.

He frowned then sipped the sweetened tea.

The minion within him was the dumb one . It would certainly be complete idiocy to ask her if she was actually naturally well endowed.

You're the boss. It's obvious she would have answered you.

Jonathan shook his head at the voice and set the tray aside.

He slowly left the room with a slight limp and went into his office.

******

"Hey man ? " Gregory stormed into the office startling Jonathan.

" Still the workaholic, I see , " Frost followed the darker man and beamed at a glaring Jonathan.

" Boss, they wouldn't listen , " Lan ran in after them. Panting and scowling at the two lean men.

" C'mon , on days like these you don't call him 'boss' , " Gregory frowned.

" He's right Lan, " Jonathan muttered and rose from the leather chair before the men decided to literally drag him out of the room.

" Why are you grumpy all the time ? "

" He's in a mask , Frost. How do you know he's grumpy ? "

" Simple. Gregory, simple. He keeps looking down and his eyes - "

" Look , I'm tired. Can we just go into the sitting room ? " Lan complained.

" I'm sure none of us is holding your legs ? " Frost smirked .

Gregory shook his head, " I can't understand why everyone is in a bad mood. Is the food - "

" Guys please let's...just go, " Jonathan said.

The rest of the men continued bickering but were still following Jonathan into the sitting room. He was grateful that they chose to stay indoors, at times, they dragged him out. Jonathan hated it.

" Hey ! I'm betting on the new team ! I've never seen any good players like them ! "

" No way, I disagree, " Lan countered Gregory .

" Me too. I disagree for the simple fact that I'm hungry," Frost patted his belly and yawned earning a glare from Lan.

" Blue, I wonder why on Earth we still get along with these kids ? "

" Hey Lan . We're men ! " Frost yelled.

" Boys , "

Jonathan chuckled. Lan had a point.

" Jonathan or Blue or Mr. Blue or Mr. Whatever they call you, I said I'm hungry ! "

" You shoulda packed ...lunch , "

Frost pouted.

" Is the maid... preparing something? " Jonathan whispered to Lan who was seated beside him.

" Yes, a few cakes and snacks , " he answered just as ' Kayla' walked into the room.

A tray of snacks in her hands and an apron over her faded blue t-shirt and comfortable grey tights. She set the tray on an expensive glass table before them while Jonathan frowned oblivious to the loud cheering of his friends when the soccer game began.

Jonathan turned to Lan.

" What is she... wearing?! "

" Clothes, "

" You know what...I mean ! "

" Uhm, today is Saturday, she can dress however she wants, "

" Lan ? " His mismatched eyes narrowed as 'Kayla ' left the room.

" Yeah ? "

" We both know...her case different...her body - "

" Damn ! Double damn ! Triple damn ! Damnation multiplied ! "

" What is it this time Frost? The food you wanted is on the table , in variety infact , " Lan rubbed his forehead tired of the man.

' Kayla' come back in the room with drinks and Gregory gaped as she passed infront of him. As soon as she set the drinks and left, Gregory leaned back on the comfortable cushion and whistled. He stared at Jonathan.

" All kinds of damn , " Frost resumed.

" Who knew plastic could be so mouth watering and gorgeous ? " Gregory winked at Jonathan, " tell me you had that - "

" Shut up ! " Jonathan rasped angrily and looked at Lan ,whose eyes were tearing up a little because of the laughter he was struggling to stifle.

" Can I get her number ? "

" No, Frost, "

" Come on, Jonathan,"

" It's final. No , "

" But she's a slut . Why did you hire her then ? "

" You can say that again Frost! Her bum and hips looks like two inflated balloons attached on a stick, " Gregory chuckled, " and don't even get me started on her rack. "

" See! I told...you, Lan , " Jonathan glared.

" Yap ! A slut in all her damning glory - "

" Stop with the ' damns ' Frost. It's annoying ! " Gregory slapped the man's back hard.

" Ow ! "

" Guys, maybe she's actually natural, "

At that, all the men roared in laughter except Lan who had said the statement and his hands were spread in puzzlement. Jonathan clutched his side and coughed once the fit subsided. He needed water.

" Seriously , ' Kayla ' doesn't behave like a slut, she's probably natural- "

" Yes and probably babies with clothes were born that way. Damn, damn - "

" Frost ! " Everyone yelled shutting the silly man up.

" You're tripping Lan...I told you...to stay away...from her, " Jonathan rasped .

" I'm not tripping, Blue , but she's not what everyone thinks she is, "

At another angle,which Jonathan had difficulty in figuring it out, he agreed with the man seated beside him. Jonathan coughed and remembered he needed water.

" Lan ? "

" Yeah ? "

" Water , "

" Okay. Coming right up , boss , " Lan got up.

Jonathan smiled , a grateful smile. He had never instructed anyone to address him as ' boss ' , including the twenty bodyguards that escorted him every where but Lan did it anyway. It felt foreign but in a good way. It was a sign of loyalty and respect.

A few minutes later, Lan came back in the room, ' Kayla ' trailing behind him seeming downcast. He frowned at her sudden change of oufit. Jonathan could see her blood shot eyes even as she set the tray beside him and tried not to meet his gaze. She poured him a glass and straightened up once she was done then hurriedly left the room.

He spared a glance at Lan , who was deeply engrossed in the game.

" Lan ? "

" Hmm ? "

" Why did she ...change ? "

" What ? "

" Why did she...change into her...uniform suddenly ? "

" I don't know. Ask her , "

" Lan ? "

" Check out that player - "

" Lan ? "

He puffed out air and faced Jonathan, " Fine . I found her sniffling though she tried to hide it when she saw me. I think she may have heard a few things. The boys weren't exactly quiet. "

" Oh ! No, "

" GOAAAAALLLLL! GOAL ! Damnagoal ! Damn ! That's what we can a goal ! Goallicious !!! Damn ! Damnating Goal !!" Frost sprang up in a weird dance in celebration of the game he had concentrated in.

" Say ' damn ' one more time and we're drowning you in the bath tub , " Lan threatened .

Frost shrugged and grabbed a bowl of popcorns, " This is no damning food , but it will have to do...damn pop corn like a pop damn - "

Gregory and Lan pounced on Frost ; tackling him to the floor but Jonathan was left tightly clutching his walking cane . His thoughts deep and elsewhere.