Chapter 17

**Bella-Rose pov**

Remember when I said I don't have boyfriend insight because of my dad and brother? No? Well, I lied anyway, so no matter. Ya...scoff all you want, as if you share everything with me! It was only me who does the sharing here...I noticed.

As for a boyfriend, I won't say he is one. He is my admirer, sort of...he has a crush on me. I would have said ok to him dating me if not for a teeny-tiny fact. Really tiny. He is 67-year-old and lives in an old age home. Other than that, he is ok. Oh yes, also he is the biggest flirt I ever met. Bigger than Scott. I know, I'm also surprised when I found out.

Mathew doesn't need to be in an old age home as he has a home for himself. That too a big one. Mathew is what you say comes from old money. He was perfectly content with his life until his wife died. Some people handle grief by crying their eyes out. Mathew handled this by having affairs. At first, it was fun for him. But not so fun when the ladies in the kitty groups of his area started to tally their accounts (wink wink).

Mathew single-handedly covered all the ladies in the group in 6 months. Not an easy feat, mind you. It took lots of hard work and practice. Which bit him in the ass when they figured out his "dedication" to society's welfare. Poor Mathew fearing for his life and left with no choice declared himself as old and in need of assistance and admitted himself in the old age home. Of course, the option of using the ladies in the old age home also enticed him. And the donation he made to the old age home kept the management satisfied and mum about it.

Every Sunday if nana wasn't smothering me with work or I don't have any previous obligations, I visit the old age home near my place. Most of the time Sarah comes too.

I decided to make some chocolate chip cookies to take with me. They are Matthew's favourite and after the teasing, I endured from my friends yesterday because of that silly stunt Amanda pulled me into, I need some serious adoration that would boost my ego. It's cheating I know, but you have to do what you can in dire circumstances.

I mixed the cookie dough with enough chocolate chips to rot whatever remaining teeth those old people have. Was it too much? Shall I make some plain cookie dough to balance it? Nah... there can never be enough chocolate chips. Anyway, most of those old ones are using dentures anyway. If at all, this would be sharpening those false teeth. They must thank me! I'm giving free dental services here.

I made three batches of cookies, of which half would be eaten by Mathew, and the other half would be stolen by the ladies who are trying to drag Mathew to their bed. Hmm... this is not good. I better make some raspberry cookies too. Otherwise, I would be the reason for the carnage in an old age home.

After making enough cookies to feed an army (Mathew and his female entourage), I called Sarah to check whether she is joining me this week. Sarah said she will be late by 5 minutes. In the human world, it means 30 minutes. So, instead of waiting for her at home I loaded the treats and drove to the old age home.

After signing my entry and the purpose at admin, I took my goods in one hand and went in search of the loudest area of this place. You would think an old age home would be gloomy and depressed. I don't voucher for the other ones but this one is a hub...a hub for gossiping, flirting, and hookups. In short, this is a grown-up version of high school. The more popular you are, the more slips of 'call me' you get. Only they are of the room numbers instead of phone numbers. Children...all of them, I tell you.

The lounge area spills into a long corridor that leads to the large backyard which is large enough to fit a parking lot. The corridor branches out to the eating area, activity area, meditation hall, cards room, etc.,

Looking into this place, you would think you entered a resort for the old people. It's that luxurious. This old age home and the many branches it has been built and supported by some billionaire. Yes, you heard it right. It's all done by one single man. I wonder, what made him become a philanthropist? Who must he lose to build this? I pictured him in my mind as an old man with kind eyes that tell a story of his loneliness. Poor guy, I wish I could hug him and tell him, "it's going to be ok". I wish all rich people were more like him.

Finally reaching the main hall where the crowd is normally gathered, I shout out, "hello everyone!!".

"Hey Bella, how are you? Did you bring any of those cupcakes you made last time?", Johnny asked.

"Bella!! I said to Johnny, you would come this weekend but he didn't believe me. Ha! In your face loser. I get to eat your cupcake too", Dan said.

"Now, now children. No one is taking anyone's portion. Remember we are all mature here", I said with ever-enduring patience.

"Who is she talking about?", Dan whispered to Johnny as if we can't hear them loud and clear.

"FYI, I didn't bring any cupcakes”, I informed.

All their faces dropped a little. "Even better. I bought chocolate chips and raspberry cookies!", I announced to the crowd. Everyone started cheering except Dan who was busy looking at my face expectantly.

"Dan, where is your hearing aid? Forgot at the bedside again, didn't you? Wait here, I will get it for you. Till then, everyone please keep your shirt on until I return. I will be back in a minute", I said as I turned to leave the hall.

"What! You never heard a word I said? I thought you were hearing me mate! Now I have to remember what I said all over again. Why the bloody hell were you nodding when you didn't hear a word!", Johnny complained.