"We’ll discuss this later," he responded, watching as the woman returned with our order on a tray. She served him with a frown and with a smile, though I knew it wasn’t genuine.
The woman was clearly upset about sothing or soone, and that person was Parker. After she left, Parker put on a glove and carefully peeled the sweet potatoes. He dipped the potatoes into a sauce the woman had served and extended it to .
"Huh," I blinked, looking at his hand, which was close to my mouth.
"Open up," he said.
Is he trying to feed ?
"I..."
"Open up. Do you plan to sleep here?" He urged. I slowly parted my lips, and he pushed the potato into my mouth, watching as I ate it.
"Hmm," my eyes widened as the deliciousness hit my tongue.
"Have this." He also dipped the roasted fish into the sauce and hand-fed .
"Oh my goodness!" I moaned as I chewed.
"Do you like it? Does it taste good?"
"It tastes like Mom," I replied.
"Mom?" His brows rose.
"Yes, it tastes like a al Mom made with love," I said.
"Hmm?" He kept staring at , still not satisfied with my answer. After swallowing the potatoes, I washed them down with so water.
"It’s one of the best als I’ve had in a while. I’ve always had sweet potatoes, but never this way. This hit the spot. The woman put in a lot of effort preparing it. What’s the sauce made of? It’s so spicy."
He gave a side smile. "That’s what I wanted to hear. It’s actually the best for ."
"The best al you’ve had?"
"Yeah."
"My mom’s als remain the best to . This is the second best. The spaghetti guy’s al used to be second, but this beats it."
"Spaghetti guy?" he asked.
"There was this spaghetti Ruby and I had. It was so good my tongue still rembers the taste."
"This beats it?"
"This beats it. I should probably bring Ruby here. I’m sure she’ll love this place."
He nodded but didn’t say another word, and went on to peel the remaining potatoes. After we finished, Parker dropped so bills on the table, and we headed to the car. We were close to the car when the woman rushed over—the food seller.
She took a single bill from the ones he’d left and slapped the rest onto him; they fell to the floor.
"Both als are less than a hundred. Stop overpaying . Are you trying to pay after taking my son’s life? Is this blood money for his life? How many tis have I asked you not to co here? Why don’t you ever listen?"
"I’ll throw hot pepper on you next ti you visit; this is your last warning. Don’t embarrass yourself. My son turns and cries in his grave every ti you co here. You’ve killed him. Let us be at peace," she yelled before storming back to her restaurant.
My eyes shifted to Parker after the woman disappeared. What just happened?
I had suspected the woman was his late friend’s mom, but I never expected to be right.
So she is his dead friend’s mother.
But what is she implying? That Parker killed him? But why? Why would he kill his friend? Is there a reason we ca here tonight?
Will he explain if I ask?
"Let’s go," Parker said, holding the door for . I got in; he walked around and took the driver’s seat.
We soon hit the road, heading ho, but I didn’t say a word—I only watched him drive. I have so many questions, but I don’t think this is the right ti.
He looks... unhappy. I’ll hold my tongue as long as I can.
I stayed quiet until we reached the house. He parked, and we got out.
"Won’t you tell ? You said you’d tell , but you haven’t said a word," I said, going over to him.
"Why didn’t you ask in the car?"
"Because you looked unhappy," I murmured.
He exhaled. "I’ll tell you about it later. I promise," he said.
"Later?" I blinked.
"Yeah," he smiled.
Later. When will that be?
"Alright, I understand," I said, shaking my head. I don’t want to push it. This seems like a sensitive subject for him.
"Let’s go." He held my hand, and we went inside. "You don’t need to hold ; we’re ho already," I said, looking down at our hands.
"I’m afraid you might slip away from . I can’t let that happen."
I rolled my eyes. What’s gotten into him? Why is he acting so kind today?
I went to his office, expecting a bunch of paperwork, but he took to the amusent park instead.
He walked to my door and stopped. "Have your beauty sleep; see you tomorrow."
"Thank you for today. You were..." I paused, clearing my throat. "Aweso."
"Aweso?" He chuckled. "I’m suddenly aweso?"
"Yes. For taking to the amusent park—and for the al."
He shook his head. "Am I your favorite now?" He asked.
I snatched my hand away. Favorite? Favorite, my foot! It’ll take a long ti before he can make that list. It’ll take ti and effort—a lot of effort.
He smirked at my expression. "I guess I’m not the one yet, but don’t worry, I’ll try harder." He touched my shoulders and started to leave.
"Goodnight," he said.
"Thank you for today," I said, genuinely happy.
I really enjoyed today. Actually, I enjoyed my ti with Parker. Yes. Just my ti with Parker.
**
I didn’t have breakfast with the brothers today; I did it on purpose. I woke up and left early to avoid eating with them.
I was afraid they’d give after-school chores, so I left early. I have plans for today—I intend to et Maria after school. I already texted her, and she agreed to et. No matter how hard I try to hide it, I can’t ignore the questions in my head. I want to hear the story. I don’t think I can ask Parker so soon, and the next person I can get information from is Maria.
Maria would know about her son and his late friend; I’ll ask her about his death.
I got out of my car and walked into the school. It’s 6:32 am, and everything is quiet and empty. I’ve never been this early to school.
I went to my first class and sat in one of the seats at the back. I played one of my favorite songs, put in my earbuds, and closed my eyes. I don’t know how much ti passed, but I opened my eyes when I felt hot air on my neck.
I looked around and saw that the classroom was almost empty. Two students were at the front, studying. No one else was there. So why was I...? I noticed movent beside and turned.
Soone was sitting next to . I flinched when our eyes t and stood up quickly. My movent caught the attention of the two students, but they looked away imdiately.
"Why are you so startled?" The culprit asked, smirking.
Shit. Why is he here again?
Why is this Playboy here?
When I kept staring at him, he asked, "Aren’t you happy to see ?"
Happy? Why would I be happy?
I didn’t answer. I grabbed my bag and stood up. I tried to leave, but he held and guided back to my seat.
What the hell!
"Are you ignoring ?" He groaned, pinning my arm to the chair.
He’s crazy. Seriously crazy. I want to tell the brothers about him and ask them to get rid of him, but that would create another problem. Maybe I should speak to the school authorities about this.
Yes. That’s exactly what I’ll do—at lunchti today.
"Are you this snobbish, or do you just not like ?" He queried.
"Isn’t it obvious?" I scoffed.
"What’s obvious?"
"I don’t like you." I pushed his hand away and stood up. He stood too.
"What don’t you like about ?" He started following as I left the class.
"Tell , what don’t you like about ?" He kept following until we reached the female restroom.
"Please leave," I said, ignoring his questions as I walked in. But the idiot followed inside.
"Are you crazy?" I confronted him.
"There’s no one here. It’s early; I doubt anyone will co," he grinned.
He must be out of his mind.
"Leave!" I demanded. "If you don’t leave, I’ll report—" He didn’t let finish; he grabbed , put his hand over my mouth, and dragged into one of the stalls.
"Shh, soone is here. They can’t know I’m here," he whispered when I tried to protest.
And as if possessed, I went quiet, only staring at him.
Footsteps echoed outside, followed by whispers. "There’s no one here; it’s safe," a girl said.
"Good," a male voice responded.
"You can fuck here; oh gosh, I need you inside ," the girl cried out. Soon, we began to hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin, followed by loud sound sexual moans.
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