Chapter 45

Carlos closed the first aid kit box. “I’m hungry.” He looked at Triffany.



“Make yourself a meal.” Triffany looked down at her injured hand.



“I’m tired.” He curled his lips up.



Triffany runs her hands through her hair. “I’m tired too and I got an injury. “ she lift up her hands for him to see.



Carlos scoffed at her excuse. “What did you do that made you tired?” He asked with a frowned, thinking back at what she must have done at that man’s place.



“I have been busy.” She furrowed her brow.



“Not as if you have a job.” Carlos sighed.



Triffany bite down her lips, sure enough he was looking down at her. “You’re so annoying.” She looked around the house. “I wonder where Gabby is?’ she was talking out loud to herself now.



Carlos made a signal with his hands as a maid came out with a tray of chicken and sauce, another maid follow behind with a bottle of fine wine and glass, they put it on the table and left as Triffany eyes widens to see the chicken.



“You should head upstairs and continue your sleep.” Carlos told her as he turned to start eat.



“I’m not feeling sleepy.” Triffany muttered, her eyes still on the large chicken on the tray.



Carlos looked at her. “You told me you are tired.” He raised his brow to look at her.



Triffany swallowed hard, her eyes still on the chicken. “Yes I know.”



Carlos traced her eyes and smiled to see her looking down at the chicken. “You want chicken?”



Triffany nods and looked up at him with a smile. “You can’t finish it.”



Carlos smiled and looked at her. “I can.”



Triffany frowned. “You can’t, you might have a running stomach tomorrow.” She turned back to look at the chicken.



“I won’t.”



Triffany looked at him and puts on her a puppy face as she blinks. “Please it’s too charming and delicious, can I have some?” She pleaded.



Carlos laughed as he look at her puppy face. “Sure you can, since you said please.”



Triffany immediately took a large lap of the fried chicken as she had a bite. “Yummy.”



Carlos chuckled. “Unbelievable, eat slowly.” He shake his head.



Triffany looked at him with food stuff in her mouth. “I’m fine.” She took a sip of wine.



“Take it easy.” He smiled to see her devouring the chicken. He saw her stuff more chicken in her mouth as he scoffed. “You could pull all that in your mouth.”



“Who cares.’ Triffany ignored him and continue eating, while Carlos ate his chicken slowly, watching her with smiles on his face.



They finished the chicken and beer and were filled up as they retired to their room exhausted. Triffany lay on her couch and Carlos on the bed, he sat up and looked at Triffany who was about to sleep.



“Hey, tomorrow by seven in the morning.” He called out.



“What’s going on at that time?” she asked, facing him to see his face.



“Your lessons, I will be tutoring you.” He told her pointing at himself with smiles on his face.



Triffany looked at his proud face and scoffed. “I’ve found someone who’d train me.’



Carlos tilt his head to the side and fold his arms. “No better teacher than me.”



Triffany scoffed. “He’s also a good publisher and you are a quack, he said editors and publishers do eat breakfast but you said otherwise.”



“I was joking then.” Carlos lifts his head up.



“Thanks, but I’m no longer going to let you teach me, like you said, I have found my way myself.” She lay down on her couch and pull the blanket over her shoulder. “Turn off the light if you want to sleep.” She closed her eyes.



Carlos runs his hands through his head. “Who cares who she let tutor her.” He lay on his bed and pulled the quilt over his shoulder with a frown, he looked at Triffany who laid on the couch with her back turned at him.



“I don’t care, who even wants to teach her?” He turned off the light and closed his eyes, tossing around the bed. “I don’t care.”



Carlos woke up early the next day, he sat up and looked over at the couch, he breathe a sign of relief when he saw Triffany still asleep. He took his bath, brushed his teeth and dressed for work, he went downstairs as the maid served him his breakfast.



Triffany opened her eyes slowly and turned around only to see the time, she sat up immediately, took a quick shower and put on her navy blue shirt and a tight black jean, she wore a light makeup and picked up her bag.



She turned to leave and saw Carlos enter the room. “Errm..can you give me a ride to the bus stop?”



Carlos turned to look at her. “Why?”



Triffany exhaled softly. “I’m late.” She lift her face to meet his staring eyes.



“It’s just tutoring, why are you in a hurry.” Carlos muttered under his breathe.



“Huh!” she looked at him, since he was not audible.



“Have you had breakfast?” He asked as he picked up his suit jacket.



Triffany scratched the back of her head gently. “No. There is no time for that now.” She pointed at the wall clock, it was already eight-forty.



Carlos turned to face her with a furrowed brow. “How would you learn with an empty stomach?” He raised his voice, angry that she just can’t wait to see the man who now teach her.



“You once said that.” Triffany frowned.



“I told you I was joking.” He blurt out for the second time.



Triffany paused and looked at him, he was serious this time, but she won’t let this face fool her. “When did you start caring if I eat breakfast or not.”



Carlos exhaled sharply. “I don’t care.” He picked his wrist watch and but wore it. “You want a ride…”He turned to look at her face, he leans closer. “Then run.” He said coldly and turned to check himself out in the mirror.



Triffany clenched her hands to her dress, she wish she can give him a huge blow on the head. “Tsk. So much for the delay.” She picked up her phone and the room, cursing Carlos under her breathe.



Carlos went downstairs and Shanne opened the car door to let him in before starting the engine. On the way they say Triffany running to the bus stop, he told Shanne to slow down.



He wind down the window. “Hey!” He calls out and Triffany stopped to look at him.



“What!” She fold her arms.



Carlos scanned her from head to toe. “Run faster, you’re still fifteen minutes from the bus stop.”



“What?” She scoffed as she glared at him.



Carlos smiled to see her reaction. “Piece of advice, start running.” He wind the glass up as Shanne drove up, Through the side glass Carlos saw Triffany scattering her hair in anger as she glared at the car that drove off, he chuckled.



“He’s really a Jerk!” Triffany shouted, fuming in anger, wondering how such person could exist.



Triffany got to Tommy’s house, the door was opened so she let herself in, she saw Tommy sitting down with his laptop, going through it. “I’m sorry, I’m late.”



Tommy looked up at her and smiled to see her. “It’s okay.” He got up and put his laptop aside, she put down her bag. “Coffee or tea?” He asked. Triffany looked at him. “You have to choose one.” He said when he knew she wanted to reject both.



“Tea please.” She said softly.



Tommy smiled as he made two cup of tea and brought it to her. “Then let’s begin.” They both sat down to start learning.