Chapter 25 He's so dirty

Chapter twenty-five
He made a wide smile and I must say he is really cute. Why is he so cute? But well, Michael is cuter. There's no doubt about that.
We soon enter my neighborhood. I watch him park properly before getting down. I saw him hesitate before getting down too. I walk toward the front door and hopefully expect him to go back. Funnily enough, he walks to me.
I knock and Nancy opens the door, "What's wrong? Where have you been? I saw your missed calls and tried to call back but it was switched off already. I was already getting scared because of your night blindness, "Nancy rattle off but stops suddenly upon seeing Dave," Dave Margray?" she asks surprisingly.
Dave smile, "I saved this little ass and I'm here to look at your house if you don't mind".
I hiss. I know Dave will never change.
Nancy's smile widens," No. Please, do come in"
I groan and walk after them.
" You look beautiful, may I know your name," Dave says to Nancy. I close the door and watch Nancy blush before walking away. I sign noisily and walk to Dave.
"She's taken, seriously. Now, will you sit your ass down or get the heck outta my house".
He blink once, then twice," Did you just cuss?"
I frown and didn't answer," You heard me right? Didn't you?"
He move his head to a side in a thoughtful manner," What if I say I didn't?"
I held my hands in akimbo, with a satisfied look on my face, "Then you can kiss goodbye to my house".
He nods slowly and looks around briefly," This house doesn't worth Dave Margray alright. I will leave but I will leave with the document," he looks back at me now. My heart skip a beat. No, not the document.
I look away, "Please, sit while I get you something to drink," I say and walk out before he would say another word.
I met Nancy in the kitchen. The silly girl was eavesdropping on our conversation.
"Nice one Nancy," I tell her.
She chuckles, "You don't seriously have to tell him that."
I roll my eyes," Don't tell me you have a crush on Dave"
She laughs again," Who wouldn't. It's just that I have Max now," she rolls her eyes dreamily and I smile," A huge guest in the house," she turns around for something," Something special," she turns around with a bottle of champagne in her hand.
I nod in disagreement," No. That is for Max"
"You don't need to worry about that. I will settle it," she pushes it to my hand," Don't keep your guest waiting.
I groan," He's not my guest".
I walk back to the sitting room with the champagne and two glass cups. I drop it on the table and look up at Dave. Dave is by the frame and looking so deep at my mom's picture, a picture of her when she was so young.
"I look like my mom right?"
He jerks back and looks at me," Yeah. Actually, she looks familiar but that's not possible," he looks at the table," Wow, I'm impressed."
I sigh, uninterested. I sit and watch him pour the drink. He pours it into one cup and I look away. I know he's so arrogant.
"Here," he says suddenly, stretching out the filled cup to me, "I need to be sure you didn't poison it"
Seriously? Is he kidding me?
I watch him for a while before snatching the cup from him and drinking it all.
I stand in anger, "Now, leave my house"
He takes the champagne and the cup then smiles before walking out. I follow him outside, forcefully, angrily. Why will he even think to that extent? Well, I shouldn't blame him that much. Most people would do it to pay back what he had done in the past.
"You have to follow me to the car or I will take my document back," he threatens again. Seriously, Dave Margray is the worst man ever.
I walk him to his car and watch him put the wine in the back seat. I expect him to enter the driver's seat. Instead, he walks back to me.
"You sent me out of your house which shouldn't be"
I gather wrinkles on my forehead as I watch him. Why is he so tall?" Oh, you want me to keep you in for more minutes so you can complain about me keeping you in intentionally so the hired killer can come and do their job"
He raises a brow and smile," That can be the case"
God! So annoying. I turn back to leave but his hand pulls me to a stop again. I'm forced to look at him again. What the fuck does this guy want from me?
Before I can see anything coming, his mouth claims mine.
I couldn't move, I couldn't push him away.
Somehow, I must admit I enjoy kissing Dave