ETHAN CARTER
The ride back home was quiet and instead of the silence being unbearable, to me it was rather calm.
Atleast I got to learn a few things about Aliya, all while trying to shift to a lighter topic other than the one at hand which involved her getting her period.
She talked to me about Raymond Chester, her bestfriend and listening to her gush about how good he was, what a better listener he was, did piss me off a little bit but atleast she had someone to care for her.
She talked to me about her mother as well and how recently she was hooking up with someone. I could see from her expression that she wasn't all hands in with her mother getting a boyfriend. I wanted to ask about her father as well but seeing as to how she didn't quite mention him in the conversation, I refrained from it.
She didn't have a father that much I had figured, question was. Had he run away or die or she didn't have one since she was born?
She continued talking about how she had always wanted to be a model and I had to agree with her because she did have the body for it. Petite, long and slender legs not forgetting curves in the right places. She would definitely be a great one.
Though from my knowledge, models always followed a diet and seeing as to how she had gobbled three dishes at once was a red flag.
She had a rather huge appetite and when I told her it was not a must to finish everything, she replied with,
‘It's not good to waste food'
She made sure to finish everything such that when we left the plates and the wrappers were empty.
I parked the car on the driveway, getting out of the car and going to the passengers' door to open the door for her.
'Why thank you",she humored and I did a little curtsy hearing her giggle in delight.
'Am not always arrogant you know", I said closing the door behind her.
She walked ahead of me as the darkness around the house engulfed us. It was already evening and I wonder what Mila would ask the minute we got into the house.
Aliya pushed open the door and I followed behind her. As expected Mila stood by the door her expression full of worry and her eyes scrutinizing us.
'What happened? You were supposed to be back hours ago",she fumed her eyes falling tommy jacket which at the moment was on Ali's waist.
'It's a long story which I promise to tell once I take a bath",Aliya said reassuring a confused Mila.
She turned to me, her lips curling into a smile,
'And thank you. Thanks so much for today",she smiled appreciatively walking towards the direction of her room.
Mila turned her gaze to me, her hands on her hips.
'Well? Are you going to tell me what happened?"
'Aliya will tell you all about it", I said.
'Oh come on, I've been worried sick about her… I tried calling you and her and none of you picked up. Am starting wonder why phones were invented in the first place"
She called me? I certainly hadn't heard my phone ring. I took my phone out of one of my pockets, unlocking it and seeing that indeed I had a few missed calls from Mila, my mother and Crystal.
I must have switched it off once we got to the restaurant.
'Let's just say it has been a busy day", I mumbled walking up the stairs.
A busy day indeed, one that involved chasing after a thief, getting stuck in an elevator, singing while we were trapped in an elevator, kissing Aliya, borrowing tampons from my secretary and how can I forget having dinner at McDonald's.
The very instant I got to my room, I loosened my tie throwing it on the bed. I sat on the bed going through my contacts and pressing on my mother's number.
'Hey mom"
'Ethan, where you've been? I've been calling you like crazy"
'Busy mom. I was busy as always but am doing fine thanks for asking"
'Don't pin me as the guilty one, I called you first to ask how you were doing. But am glad to hear you are fine because I need a favor"
Ofcourse she needed a favor, when didn't she need a favor? And because she was my mother, I would definitely do anything to make her happy.
'What favor? Am really praying it's not a request for me to join another tea party at your house because I can't"
The last time she had needed a favor, I attended one of her tea parties just so she could show me to her friends on hie handsome and accomplished I was.
Ooh and forty something year old women had wasted no time to run their fingers on my arms claiming that I inherited my mother's good genes.
'I thought you liked the last tea party", she complained and I rolled my eyes.
'Your friends behaved like teens high on drugs. I will not subject myself to that again"
'Fine. Fine. It's not a tea party. I've been fundraising for Dandelions' orphanage and guess who they want on their fun day?"
'You?"
'No, silly. They want you and Crystal to join them on their fun day. Apparently every child in there wants to be like you when they grow up"
'Mom am honored but I-'
'I already said yes Ethan. It's children we are talking about-'
'You said yes without consulting me? We talked about this and perhaps Crystal might be busy. You can just make haste decisions without consulting people"
'Crystal doesn't have to go but you do. Ethan those kids adore you"
'Fine. What day is it?"
'Wednesday"
'That's one day from now! Okay, fine"
I grunted taking a note of where the supposed fun day was at. I loved my mother but at times she was… mmmh… unbelievable!
Later on I called Crystal and she informed me of the same, that my mother invited her to which she declined.
'You know am not good with kids, Ethan"
Crystal had said and I understood her telling her it was no big of a deal. I would go alone anyway.
After taking a nice shower, I descended down the stairs intending to take a glass of water from the kitchen when I heard,
'And you think this is easy for me? I trusted her but not as much as I trusted you, brother. You betrayed me, there's no way to go around that. You..both! Dirty! Dirty liars!"
When I got to the living room, the only light in the dark room was that from the TV which was airing a telenovela. I walked further finding a sleeping Aliya on the couch.
She must have left the TV on.
I walked around to get a glimpse of her and let's just say the sight of her sleeping form turned me on. It wasn't the innocence in which she slept rather it was the short night dress exposing her thighs that turned me on.
