C3 Who's knocking?

MAVIS

Isabel ran out of my room immediately after meeting the ugly sight. "Why didn't you shut the door?" I asked my young whore. A nineteen-year-old slut whom I met on a dating site.

"I thought I did,"

"Leave, I don't want to see you again, ever."

"Is she your girlfriend? I can't just leave this night,"

"Who are you to question me?" I stretched out, took a bundle of dollar notes, and dumped it on the bed. "Your pay, I understand that it's late. I'll ask my chauffeur to drop you off."

I got up and grabbed my shirt and made it to the bathroom. I joined the table rather late.

"You took so long, son. What kept you away?" My father asked, I knew he would. What if Isabel had exposed me to them?

I hawked and turned to Isabel who seemed to be very busy with the piece of chicken on her plate. "I was asleep, I felt a little dizzy and," I paused when Isabel raised a surprised face at me.

I started to cough, "Are you okay?" Matilda asked feeling concerned as she passed me a glass of cool water. "Yeah, I am. Thank you," Isabel laughed, pretending as though she saw a meme on her phone.

"I think we should get to know ourselves better, right sweetheart?" Dad asked Mom and she nodded with a soft smile. This wasn't a good time but Dad felt so.

"I'll go first," Isabel said instantly. She had suddenly gained impetus which was a good thing for her. "I'm a graduate, a masseur, and I own a shop in the main town."

Wow, a brief introduction. Was that all? I thought, wouldn't you tell us about the man who's milking you occasionally?

"Come on, Darling. Don't be afraid, tell us the kind of shop you own." Matilda told her daughter. They stole glances at each other and I could tell that Isabel had reserved important information about her business.

Isabel smiled uneasily and adjusted her sitting position as though she had to do so before she would be able to speak. Dad stopped eating and looked up, everyone else did. "An adult shop," she said as though she had a plow in her throat. "I now manage my late father's adult shop," she finished and gulped down the content in her throat with the help of red wine.

"Wow, quite interesting," Dad exclaimed with a gentle nod.

Gosh! I thought wrongly earlier. As Isabel's goods rolled over the place at the airport, I thought that she was a baddie. Well, she could still be a baddie for me.

Did she say she was a masseur? Thank goodness, I would be coming home every day from the gym with a non-existing fracture. I said, imagining how her hands would feel on my body. The thought of that alone gave me a boner. Thank goodness, I was on a seat with the dining table hovering over my little man.

"Are you seeing someone?" Dad asked Isabel when she was not expecting it. She briefly lowered her head, and her countenance changed. "Poor child, she lost her fiancé to another woman last two months. It's one of the experiences that shattered my lovely daughter and now, the moron is married to the woman because he impregnated her." Matilda served as her mouthpiece, seeing that her daughter could break down.

"You are a beautiful lady, you'll have more suitors here in Los Angeles. I hope you have moved on from your past?" Dad said and Isabel nodded.

She nodded! Was I a joke to her? She will not escape me and I'm not bluffing. Did she know how her mother managed to marry my father?

I did the job all alone just to bring her closer to my plate. "Son, are you enjoying your food? You are not eating, do you want anything?" Concerned Matilda asked.

Yes, the apple in your daughter's pants. My brain meant to say but I shook it off by shaking my head. "I'm okay," I said mumbling as I resumed eating.

"What an ordeal!" Jessie said. "I had my heart broken once, I know how you felt, big sis "

I looked at Jessie with commanding eyes, "This is an adult conversation, concentrate on your food." Our parents laughed.

"I'm fifteen, I'm not a boy anymore." Jessie defended himself.

"That doesn't make you a man either, so, shush. Sorry, Isabel. You didn't deserve that." I said without looking up at her.

"You talk as though anyone deserves that," she quickly snapped at me but not in a manner that suggested that we were at war with each other. "Every woman deserves to be loved and respected and not settled for or managed."

Matilda smiled and stole glances with her husband while Isabel gave me a shooting stare of displeasure.

"You are right, a woman like you to be precise," I replied to her and she eyed me quickly after confirming that no one was watching. Did she have a personal grudge with me? But why suddenly?

"Mavis, your turn," Dad said looking at me from the frame of his spectacles.

"Very few persons know me as a single gynecologist. The paparazzi have done a great job. Isabel, you can check me up on Google. Good night all." Having said that, I left the table to Isabel's room with a glass of wine, ignoring Dad's displeased look.

I opened her room door and hid behind it. Moments later, she walked in and slammed the door. As soon as she'd put on the lights, she found me by the wall.

"The heck? You are joking, Mavis. What do you want here? You crossed your limits."

"I'm in my sister's room to say that I'm sorry about what you saw in my room hours ago,"

"That's your business and none of mine. See, I don't care about what you do, I've always known you from high school."

"You do care Isabel. You suddenly changed toward me after you walked in on us. I can be the man you want me to be, only for you."

"Fuck you Mavis, in the ass. Are you kidding me right now? Why do you feel that I care about you? And, did you say you want to be the man I want you to... Hey, Mavis, are you insane? You are now my brother and we should mind the kind of conversations we have to avoid getting into trouble."

"We ain't getting into any damn trouble and please, those were rumors. I can be a clean man for who I love, for Isabel. You are judging me based on what you heard about me, what you feel."

"What? You have no regard for me, that's why you're spilling bullshit. There were no rumors. If you could hurt Estelle, you are without love. I don't want to have this conversation with you, please leave."

"I never wanted Estelle. I just wanted to get rid of the slut completely tonight, that was what I was trying to do. Isabel please."

"Please? For what? How's that any of my business?" She gesticulated with her hands.

"I'm afraid that I've crumbled my plans for us,"

She chuckled, "What plans, please?" She folded her arms.

I heaved and took a deep breath. "Can I confess?" She paused, looked around her, and made it toward her bed. "Now, you are getting me scared Mavis," She jumped and sat on it feeling tensed.

"You are saved, you have no reason to be scared." I moved toward her. "Can I sit on your bed?"

"No, but you are free to sit on the chair." With disgust, she directed me elsewhere.

I got seated and began, "I knew you from the very first day when you joined our school as a student on scholarship."

She suddenly looked up with a surprised face, her right leg hitting the silver bed frame rhythmically.

I exhaled and continued, "I've been pretending all along since I couldn't identify with you. My friends were ready to mock me. So, I had to withhold myself from approaching you."

Isabel breathed out with a dropped jaw. "What are you trying to say? I don't get you. You pretended the whole time as though I didn't exist because I was a low-class? Is that it?"

"Yes but, I've always... " I paused, knowing that my statement wouldn't come out well.

The truth was that Isabel was prettier than all the girls I'd played. When I mentioned to my friends about asking her out, they all discouraged me. But now, I wasn't ready to lose her again.

"Mavis," I jolted out of my thoughts. "You have always done what?"

"Wanted you badly for me, you can ask my friends about this. Jackson, Anthony, and Michael knew how much I brooded over you so much that after the prom night, I fell sick briefly because you didn't show up." I said with an unwavering tone. I was ready for the outcome of what I'd just said.

She was still, her eyes traveled through my bare chest, down to my arms, and back to my face. "Jackson? A brother to a cheating scumbag," she sighed. "Jackson's twin brother is now my nightmare."

"Jason? Why do you say so?" I asked curiously and she looked up at me, shook her head and lowered it again. "Please, don't be concerned, I'll pay Jason in his own coin when the time comes." Her eyes steadied on the cup of wine on her table as she ruminanted over her ugly past, whatsoever it was about.

"Any way, I'm serious about you, Isabel."

"Mavis, this revelations must be a joke. You are fond of joking,"

"I'm not joking right now, Do you mind checking my room? I have your pictures displayed on the walls of my room. I fantasize about you daily after high school. It was worse when you didn't show up at the prom and, I'm still wondering why."

She raised her face a little, her eyes looking elsewhere. "What are you up to, Mavis?" She asked with her face buried in her palm. My revelations affected her, it was obvious.

"I just thought to let you know that it was you I wanted from the beginning."

"Get out of my room, now or I'll scream down the house." She said in bitterness as she began to whimper silently. "You are wicked!" I felt her heart being broken by my revelations and I also felt she had developed a hatred for me for treating her badly.

"Well, goodnight," I walked out of her room and sneaked into mine. Our rooms were directly opposite each other.

I climbed my bed and put out the bed lamp. Then, there was a quiet knock on my door. It would definitely be Roland or Donald I thought. Those boys were fond of encountering ghosts in their sleep.

To my greatest surprise, I opened the door to a completely different person. Guess who I saw?