Chapter 70
Once we're done packing, Roxy helps me carry my stuff to my car and I lock them in the trunk.
"That's everything, right?" she asks while placing her arms on her waist. I nod in response and she tosses the car keys in the air and grabs them almost immediately.
"Alright then. I guess I better get going. Say hi to Blake–"
"You did not just say that!" I gasp.
"What? Can't I be a good in-law?" she shrugs and I laugh.
"In-law? Really? I know you never meant that, so stop calling yourself an in-law," I say and she smiles and shakes her head.
"Bloody hell, you know me too well! Yeah, I didn't mean it, but he's your boyfriend, so... I am trying so hard not to be mean," she says, blowing air out of her mouth.
"I know, you're the meanest person I've ever met–" she cuts me off.
"Oh hell no! Have you forgotten about the she-devil, Cruella Deville? She's the mean one here, not the other way around," she jokes.
We both laugh.
"Yeah, I almost forgot about Sabrina. It feels good to finally breathe you know. I feel so... Alive," I say as I face the sky and the warmth of the sun caresses my skin.
"It's great that you're stress-free. Now, how about I leave you and head back home. Call your man, go have some fun," Roxy says.
She hugs me warmly and gets into the car and starts the engine. When she starts driving slowly she stops and her head pops out of the window and she looks at me.
"Better not get pregnant, I am not ready to help you change diapers!" she yells.
I gasp and my eyes go wide open.
"Roxy!"
She laughs and steps on the gas then she speeds off.
I have one crazy best friend.
As if on cue, my phone rings and I answer it immediately.
"Hey, are you almost done?" Blake's voice caresses my ear and I nod, forgetting that he can't see me.
"Hello?" he speaks.
"Oh, yeah, I'm done. I'm actually at the parking lot. Where are you?" I ask.
"I was headed to your room but since you're done I'll just come over there. See you in a bit," he says.
Then I hang up and wait for him. A few minutes later, he appears from behind me and grabs me tightly. Lifting me up in the air and laughing, he tickles me and I burst out laughing too.
"Stop that, please. You don't want me to pee on myself, do you?" I complain.
He then stops and his laughter fades.
"Sorry. Can we go now?" he asks while holding my hand.
"Yeah. Let's go. What are your plans for today?" I ask as we fall into step.
"My plans? Oh, I only have one plan," he says while licking his lips. Then he stops.
"And what's that?" I ask, kissing his lips.
"Spending some quality time with you. My beautiful, little flower," he coos.
He lifts me up again and kisses me. My entire body goes warm.
"Alright. Let's go then," I say.
We walk to his I-Roc and he opens the door for me, like a gentleman. Seconds later, we're driving off the parking lot.
On our way, Blake keeps smiling at me, every thirty seconds.
"What?" I ask.
He smiles and lowers my window and the air streams into the car blowing my curly hair around.
"You look beautiful, very beautiful," he coos.
"Thanks," I say.
I take a deep breath with my eyes closed, embracing the feeling of the air caressing my face. Blake turns up the music and I nod my head to the beat.
When we arrive, he opens the door for me and it hits me that I didn't even ask if his mom is around.
"Hey, uhm... Not to sound rude or anything, but is your mom–"
"Nope, my parents travel alot so, it's just you, me, Carla and the chauffeur who is hardly around. Don't worry, no one will mess our moment together," he says closing the door behind him and pulling me towards the large living room.
For a reason unknown to me, I always take a look at the room from one corner to the other. Everything is always so perfectly placed that it doesn't make any sense how they manage that. It's like no one tries to touch or move anything. A magazine that's been placed on the table today will remain the very same way one week later. I guess since Blake's parents aren't usually around and Blake hardly sits in the living room, is the reason why.
I sit down next to him on the couch and my eyes move to the large antique wall clock, it's 2PM.
"So, what are we doing now?" I raise both eyebrows.
"Ah, yes. We're going swimming," he says, and stands up.
I did not think of such a thing.
"Don't you just sit there, let's go change. Come on! The weather is perfect!"
I take a look out the window and I nod. The weather indeed, is perfect for a good swim, so I get my ass up and follow him.
In his private suite, Carla welcomes me with a purple bikini, not quite revealing as the one I wore that one time I came here.
At the thought of that, I chuckle.
"What's funny?" Carla asks and I smile as I stare at the purple bikini.
"It's nothing. How are you doing?" I ask holding on to the bikini.
"Never been better. Atleast Mr and Mrs Dawson aren't around," she says.
"Tell me about it, this house lacks peace when they are around. Plus, I do notice your facial expressions every time mom asks you for something," Blake chuckles as he pulls his shirt off.
"Well, your mother can be a little commanding and demanding," Carla says and then she rolls her eyes.
"A little? Hah! She's my mother but she can be a headache at times. No, a migraine in fact," Blake says and I hide my smile with one hand over my mouth.
"Glad you got that out of your chest young man. Kyrah, don't worry, I raised Blake since he was a little child and most of the time, it's just him and I in this house. We tend to joke around alot. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some work to do," Carla says as she turns to leave but Blake stops her.
"Oh no you don't. You, are not working today. You work too hard Carla, try having some fun. You can join me and Kyrah for an afternoon swim, right Kyrah?" Blake turns to face me, so does Carla.
"Yeah. I mean, the house looks spotless, what else were you thinking of doing?" I ask her.
Carla shrugs.
"Start preparing dinner–" she says and Blakes throws his head backwards laughing hysterically.
"Dinner? At 2PM? Seriously, Carla? I'm sure you can work on dinner after our fun session. Speaking of food, we haven't had lunch yet, so I was thinking of making some sandwiches," Blake says and Carla shakes her head in disagreement.
"No way, you're not going into that kitchen, it's my job," she says and Blake holds her by the shoulders.
"Listen, I am giving you an opportunity to relax and have fun, would my mom do that? The answer is a big, fat no. Let me do my thing, okay?" Blake counters.
"Or better yet, we could all make the sandwiches, right?" I add in and Carla smiles.
"Fine then. Hurry up. Off to the kitchen we go," she says.
In the kitchen, Carla places everything we need on the kitchen island and within no time we start making the sandwiches and thereafter Carla and I go to change while Blake takes the sandwiches next to the pool.
Carla looks stunning in her one piece swim suit.
"Wow! You really look good in that," I say, she's got cute curves and I can't help but admire her. I think the clothes she usually wears hide all of that.
"Thank you," she blushes.
"You should wear skinny jeans more often," I tell her.
She laughs and I shake my head.
"I'm not that young, you know," she says, pulling her hair into a loose ponytail just like mine.
"Clearly, I can see that. You look like Jennifer Lopez. That woman never ages. It's like she gets younger as the years go by. Unbelievable!" I say, grabbing two white towels from a drawer.
"I'm not like her but, I agree, I don't look like my age, so does Blake's mom. I'm actually forty, she's forty two," Carla says and I gasp loudly.
"Oh my God! You don't look like you're forty, Carla. You're so beautiful and young and so full of life than some forty year olds I know. I want to be just like you when I'm that age," I compliment her and she smiles and takes a towel from me.
"You're really fun to hang out with. Thanks for coming. Oh, Blake must be waiting for us, let's go," she says.
"Oh, how long have we been talking in here? He must be wondering where we are. Let's go," I say as she opens the door.
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