C8 Chapter 8

I collected the key from the valet and entered the car.

Selene snuggled into the chair as soon as she entered the car.

"Did you get it?" She looked nervous.

"Naturally" If she wanted assurance, I could give her assurance.

"Whew" she smiled and closed her sleepy eyes.

I started the car and began to drive.

Selene whimpered in her sleep, she clutched the seat tightly in her hands.

"Nightmares?"

I tapped her lightly.

"Selene"

She frowned and muttered something.

"Selene"

She wouldn't wake up, so I pulled over and leaned towards her to shake her into consciousness.

She rolled in her seat, accidentally brushing her lips against mine.

"Selene" I yelled her name as I shook her hard.

She sat up quickly.

Her frightened eyes turned to shoot glares at me.

"It's not what you think" I defended myself before she could say anything. Why?

"What do you know I'm thinking"

"Clearly, your eyes are showing distrust. You were having nightmares, I decided to wake you up rather than wait for you to wake up yourself" I've been in the business world for so long, I've learned how to read the thigh huggers from the actual business entrepreneurs.

She sighed softly.

"Thank you"

"Hmm"

The intercom in the car buzzed.

"Sir is everything alright?" George asked.

"Go on ahead, Make something light to eat"

The convoy moved past.

By"Better?" I asked her after her breathing had stabled.

"Yes"

"Don't you think you'll need therapy?" Normal people went for therapy in this type of situations, why didn't she?

"I'm fine"

"Talking helps"

"You're not one to say" Her reply was short, it seemed like she didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering her.

I raised an eyebrow.She reminded me of my baby sister.

"Grumpy much"I asked her to lighten the mood.

"Only when I wake up in a stranger's car with a nightmare," she sighed again, "Sorry, I just can't deal with it"

"You make it sound like it's a big stuff"

My phone rang, I looked at the screen then picked it up.

"Yes?"

"My Lord, Mr Danvier is here"

"Hmm..."

"He wants to see you, My Lord and the young miss"

"Okay. Let him wait, take Khloe to meet him"

I tossed the phone to the back seat and started the engine.

"Brace yourself"

"For?" She sounded confused.

"Entertainment of all sorts"

I turned on the radio.

"I'm guessing you won't be going back to sleep"

She nodded.

She was quiet as I drove.

"Stay away from Cordero"

"..."

"He's able to identify a hidden person by talking to them again. It's best to keep your distance, maintain silence and don't repeat any previous action"

"Like screaming?" She asked.

"Exactly that, you may act as though you are affected by his charm"

"I see"

"He's dangerous, that guy..."

A naughty smirk graced her lips.

"Are you saying he's more dangerous than you?"

I felt my brows furrow in annoyance.

"Of course not. Not even a fraction, I'm saying it for your own sake"

"Worried?" She smiled wider, it seemed she liked to tease.

I gave her a blank look.

"I doubt"

"Ass, I'll be fine"

"So they always say"

We arrived at my house.

She stepped out and stretched.

"Ahh, breath of fresh air. Lovely"

I walked past her and shE hurried to catch up.

"Do you always have to walk like you are being pursued"

"Time waits for nobody, not even the rich"

"Is that your slogan?"

She should put her annoying talks into making money, she would be rich.

She muttered something about food.

"What?" I asked her to be certain.

"I'm talking to my stomach"

"Weirdo" I mumbled.

"What did you say?" She was already steaming up for a fight.

"I'm hungry" she grumbled again.

"Shut it"

"But I'm hungry" She whined like a child.

I ignored her.

"Jason?! Jason?! Jaaaasssonnnn?! Jay-Jay?! Mockingjay?!..."

I ignored her but she wouldn't shut up.

"I said shut it"

"But I'm hungry..."

"I don't care"

She sniffed, "I'm hungry"

I ground my teeth together and glared at her.

She looked back at me with pitiful and childlike innocent big blue eyes.

I turned away and swore.

"Damn woman"

I turned and entered the kitchen not before seeing a smile blossoming on her face as she followed.

Pérez wanted to say something but as soon as he spotted the woman behind me, he zipped his mouth and bowed.

"What's on the menu?" I asked him.

"Sheese soupé and croutòn, délicieux. Zis was lass minute thoughts" there he goes again with his fake French accent trying to impress any woman near me.

He looked at her.

"Ah, mademoiselle. How would you like to tasse my moze famous recette for bone marrow soupé" Perez and his wife, my aunt always tried to find a “girlfriend” for me, so far all their burnt offering returned back to them even more burnt.

Velda was a little better she had a discerning eye and very protective of me, Pérez on the other hand didn't care, his motto was people change people and I could change a woman into my ideal type, I'm not buying that.

"I..."

"No, stick to simple" I interrupted him as I grabbed a loaf of bread from the fridge.

"Perhaps some other time, chérie. Hmm? I can tell you love cooking just as much as I do"

She looked at me for permission, I didn't give her any.

"No, thank you" she said disappointment lacing her tone.

"Very well, I'm disappointed though. I always know a kindred spirit"

I placed a glass of milk, a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter on the table.

"Butter?" She scanned through the items on the table.

"Isn't the peanut butter enough?"

She stretched her hand.

I passed her the butter, she spread it on her bread and toasted it.

Khloe entered the kitchen.

"Yeah, peanut butter. I want one"

I passed her warm milk and made some toast bread for her.

"Hey, my milk wasn't warm" Selene complained still wolfing down her toast bread.

"You're not a kid. Eat a little Khloe, you'll eat dinner later"

"I don't want soup, I want to eat toasted bread" Khloe harshly shook her head.

"Alright"

This woman was picking up her third slice of toast bread.

"Stop eating damn woman"

She patted her chest.

"Where did your gentle voice go?"

"Who's going to eat the soup if you are eating bread" this woman, I ordered Pérez to cook soup for her outside his normal time for cooking and all she wanted to do was eat toast bread.

"You?"

I snatched the loaf away from her and passed it to Khloe.

"Rude" she finished her bread in big bites and swallowed her milk.

"Filling" she patted her belly.

A knock.

"The table is set Sir"

"Let's go" I commanded her.

"I'm coming"

Khloe brushed bread crumbs from her body and ran to hold her hands.

I could recognize that back jet hair anywhere even in my sleep, it repulsed me to even think of him in my house, for the sake of my sister I'll act graciously.

"How long did you plan to keep me waiting" his tone was cold, nothing I wasn't used to.

I saw Selene stiffen in fear.

"As long as possible"

I remained impassive to his hidden threat.

"Why are you here, Father?"