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Kara’s POV

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               “He what?” Adrian sputtered in disbelief, her eyes wide and I was sure my expression still mirrored hers.
She just got back from her vacation she’d taken with her boyfriend to Manila, Philippines and came here straight instead of heading to the Duckling’s place.

Her father was well to do, but Adrian just felt she could do something to earn herself a little more cash so she would groom herself not to ever depend on anyone when she was out of school and the Ducklings were paying more than enough, just to babysit Marian for a few hours whenever they weren’t on their usual trip.

“That was what he said.” I shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal but it was! Even from the shrug, I knew I was still affected by what had happened because my shoulders were still stiff.

It had been two days already but it still felt as if he just finished speaking!

I was still surprised and still felt nervous tingles in the place where he had held me in the kitchen even though it happened days ago. I was currently in the store room attached to the kitchen with Adrian and we were sorting out some foodstuffs.

Young master had never really spoken to me and I was still surprised he even conversed with me normally, as if we spoke daily. Saying he wanted to take me to a damn event.

Even mama noticed how I was acting all yesterday, even before going to bed but she didn’t ask me about it.

“Are you allowed to bring someone else?” Adriana finally asked in a voice laced with hopefulness and got up from the creaky wooden chair to pull up the sleeves of her turtle neck.

I looked at her as if she was crazy. I was going alone with him and still nervous about it and she was asking me if she could tag along? Talk about leeches!

I glared at her. “No!”

“But he said-” I cut her off with another heart shuddering glare and she scoffed.

“There is no we, Adrian. Didn’t you hear all I’ve been ranting since you got here?” I walked out of the store with the new carton of tomato paste and seasoning, dropping it on the ground and bending to sort them.

“Yeesh. If I didn’t know you babe, I’d say you were staking your claim on him or something.” I laughed nervously. The thought of staking claim on someone as cold and heartless as the young master alone made a cold shudder snake its way down my spine.

“You can have him. He’s all yours.” I muttered. She bent to join me and did an eye roll.

“Thanks but no thanks. That spot has been occupied already by the prince of my heart and come to think of it, he has been acting weird since yesterday and we haven’t even spoken that well since I got back. I hope he’s alright.” She suddenly sounded worried and placed the last two sachets of tomato paste in the neat basket I just cleaned beside us.

I carried the container and placed the lid over it, shutting it properly before keeping it in the doubled door cupboard.

“Who?” I asked when she still didn’t get up from where she was crouched.

“Who what?”

“Who are you talking about?” I furrowed my brows. My mind was somewhere else already while she’d kept talking.

“Michael Jackson, you idiota!” She all but growled at me but I still had no clue as to who she was talking about. “I was talking about Lucas’s weird behavior before I left him yesterday.”

I observed her suspiciously. Why did her mood turn sour all of a sudden?

“Why the violence in my kitchen?” Mama’s voice sang teasingly as she appeared with her smile. A grin immediately lifted up onto my lips as I stared at her in amazement. I still was yet to discover why she actually liked to smile so much and even if I was already twenty, I never got tired of watching that smile grace her lips on random occasions.

When dad died, she had been really sad and withdrawn for days because they were so close and it pained me to see her that way but I had given her the privacy she needed. I was glad that over time, she got over the depression. It had been exactly seven years and she still went to his grave to talk to him like he wasn’t even dead.

To her, that was a way of getting things off her chest. Things she could have easily ranted to him if he was still alive.

Mama squinted at me as she turned off the water faucet by the sink, wiping her hands properly on a neat napkin.

“What great offence did Kara commit against my favorite daughter?” She questioned with a smirk. I gasped at her question, watching her ignore me. She joined Adrian who had already started peeling the dirt off some onions. My eyes rolled on their own accord as I watched Adrian feign an innocent smile which I immediately saw through.

“Nothing mama, she’s just a clueless goat and finds joy in annoying me.” Adrian answered her question with a giggle, stylishly throwing me a glower.

“Monkey!” I muttered harshly under my breath and stood still in my position, not willing to help peel the onion anymore.

“I’m right.”

“How did I annoy you? You were talking about young mas- about something...wait, what were you even talking about?” I asked, stifling a guilty giggle and I knew I she wasn’t happy with me because my mind had wandered off.

Her nose flared as her glare intensified. “You weren’t even paying attention to what I was saying, caprá!”

“I am not a goat and you keep talking as if I am in your mind. How would I know who you were talking about?”

She hissed at my reprimanding tone. “Caprá.” Goat, she called me goat again. Who calls someone a goat?

I scowled at her. “Pollo.”

“Scimmiá!”

“Gorilla!”

“Pesce.” She spat again, a smirk forming on her lips.

This time, I gasped again because she said that intentionally. Just because I almost drowned one time at the massive swimming pool at the gym area and also hated having contact with a large amount of water didn’t mean I could be called a fish! Mama chuckled at our childishness and shook her head, walking in.

“Keep gasping Kara and you’ll choke on your breath.” She scolded me lightly.

“I’m heading to my room, I don’t want to see your fat-ass face anymore.” Adrian grumbled and smiled at mama before excusing herself.

“Remind me why I’m a friend of hers again?” I grumbled and finally joined my madre with peeling the onion.

“You love her and can’t do without her.” Mama retorted in amusement.

“Yeah, she can wish.”

“I know you do. Now, go up and kiss her senseless so she’ll stop being so mad at you.” She further teased and my nose wrinkled in annoyance.

I was not a lesbica! (Lesbian) 

“That’s a really wrong thing to say mama!” I shrieked, annoyed as an image of me actually doing that flashed for a brief moment and I found myself frowning. Nope, I was straight sexually and that imagination of me kissing a girl wasn’t pleasing. Not that I was disgusted though.

Mama used to have passion for writing and once told me that she still did; only she killed the idea of being a writer when she got pregnant. She used to love the idea of creating different scenarios about lesbians, gay or Elizabethan times romance novels. She loved thinking about people doing what they wanted even when the society frowned upon it and I loved that about her.

She never judged anyone but still, her opinion stood. Any day, anytime.

She loved and still loves reading books, unlike me. When she spoke about it those days when I was much younger, I would notice the glint in her eyes. I still didn’t know the full story of her past but she left her hometown after a while and ran away with my dad and now, here she was, in the grumpy young master’s kitchen.

Mama laughed lightly at my comment before keeping quiet and focusing her attention on cutting the onions.

She would later refrigerate them after blending. According to her, the secret was that even after a while, it still wouldn’t lose its nutrients if it was well covered, blended and preserved. It could last a few days in the refrigerator.

“Where is the cinnamon?” She asked.

“It’s right in the counter. I think most ingredients are used up.” I replied and she checked the counter. My eyes focused on the onion I was chopping as my mind drifted back to the discussion I had with young master days ago.

“Kara?”

“Uh?”

“Go rest a bit and then get dressed. I’ll call you and Adrian later on to go get me some food items at the grocery store and then the supermarket.”

“Sí mama.” I replied but waited to finish the last onion before leaving. I headed for the stairs and practically ran through the hallways so I wouldn’t bump into the young master or even catch his shadow.

I thought about everything that had happened since I got back from school and rotated my shoulders to ease the tension that had gathered there. How would I survive with a man whom I rarely knew? Us going to an event together, even though he was the only person I knew there?

I was sure he would stay on his phone and ignore me throughout the event we were going to attend and though it made me a bit relieved, I still felt that familiar ache in my chest at how he treated me. It wasn’t like he really knew me to be a snub or something. Why was he always being harsh to me? Most of the time while growing up, I never bumped into him in the hallway because he was always out. We never spoke because...what was there to talk about?

He was like five years older than I was so I steered clear of him and his bitter glares. Nothing made us converse for too long.

When did I ever even come to mind that made him decide that I would be the perfect person to invite to that ‘economic influencer’ event? He did say I was smart or rather, he had said something about me being smart. How did he know so much about me?

Wait, how did he even know what I was studying? Probably because he paid my tuitions and everything related to it. That would be the reason. He probably didn’t want to waste money on me without knowing what the result would be at the end of the day. I walked past his room and almost took two steps to walk farther when I heard a weird sound, like someone was in pain. I halted in my steps.

Why did I have to possess good listening skills and notice everything around me? I took a nervous step back and inched closer to the door with a thumping heart. My heart felt like it was under my legs and if I moved too much, I would step on it and cut my breathing.

My legs shook but I summoned courage all the same and slowly peeked through the keyhole. The door made a weird creak when my hand slowly rested on it and my muscles tensed up but I released an exhale when the door didn’t make any more sounds. But why would he leave the door to his room open?

I situated myself properly and took a peek. My left eye landed on a foot. With stiff posture, I trailed my eyes upwards but stilled when I noticed he still wasn’t wearing anything, up to his thighs. Then I heard the groan again and almost jerked forward as it caught me off-guard. My eyes widened.

What are you doing? You should leave already! My subconscious screamed in fright and I myself got more scared than I was before but why was he groaning?

Was he in pain? I decided to look further so I allowed my eyes to focus more on his thighs. He made another sound.

“Yes...you have no idea ka...r..oh...goodness!”

I watched him with skilled concentration as his chest heaved heavily.

“Ohh...” He drawled. My eyes widened. I noticed his hand was moving his other hand in up and down motion, as if he was massaging it and he kept moaning.
He was moaning furiously. I shifted in my leaning position.

I couldn’t see him properly so I moved closer as I heard him grunting softly. His hand that was being massaged did a weird jerk. No, that wasn’t his other hand. How could I be so daft? That was his little man between his legs, which by the way didn’t look so little.

My legs began to tremble slightly as I watched him move his hand furiously over his dingly dingly which I couldn’t see properly and he kept grunting.

I felt the pull in the pit of my belly and my legs clenched themselves together at the feeling in my nether region. My breathing got labored but my eyes were glued to the little man he was massaging and a wave of lust washed over me.

“Faster! Faster! My princess...” He moaned. “I love you baby, I can’t…fuck can’t help it…yes…”

My eyes widened in alarm. I should leave. I should leave this instant and not...

“Kara...” I heard him groan so well that it sounded like a howl. I travelled my eyes to see his face contort so well and his hand slacked its hold as a small smile came to rest on his refreshing face. His chest kept heaving and he looked, dare-I-say, content? Yes. That was the look.

I stood up to my feet properly as something dawned and ran to my room. I ran till my legs quaked beneath me. I ran through the passage even though I didn’t know where I was headed.

He just called my name and did that mean he saw me?

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From me to you⤵⤵

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Your girl,
Hephzibah.