SUSAN was already home as she unlades her boxes of clothes, getting ready for the evening, then she got a message on her phone "oh is Rebecca, thank you, sweet Jesus"
REBECCA: hello sweetie
SUSAN: aww, am happy you texted at the right time, for the first time_so, ok? Am going out with my colleague and I'm confused about what to wear for real...
REBECCA: wow! Easy, you are going on a date? Alright who?, I can't believe you have a crush and kept it away from me, knowing entirely well that we don't entertain keeping secrets.
SUSAN: haha, Of cause I know that _I said I'm going out with ERIC, not like a new person to you, and am not sleeping over.....
As she snaps two gowns and sent them to Becca
So? Which one?
REBECCA: the second should fit more, be careful alright?
SUSAN: alright, thanks, girl... And I love you!
REBECCA: love ya too
Throwing her phone on the mattress as she runs into the bathroom to shower, nodding to the melody of Blues in the room.
*A call came in*
"Eric, He must be waiting" she assumed, looking into the phone to confirm, but it was an unsaved number, she let it ring for some seconds
"Hello?"
"Hello Susan, is Donald on the line...could you please come to bill me out?" as he tries to hide his ego
"What!?" Susan was shocked and surprised " what happened?, how? When?" being inquisitive
"Are you alone right now?" Donald asked with all curiosity
"Yes I am" "sure" she repeats, still stunned
"Come get me out of here, and any of this shouldn't be disclosed, alright?" Donald requested for the incident to be kept out of reach, as Mr. Brandon would be disappointed "I will send you the address, is just a few miles away from your home, thanks" as he hangs up, always getting his way around things.
SUSAN
" o my God, what should I do right now ?" Susan battles with words, as she covers her face with both hands "am not dreaming, am I?"
pinching her left cheek to be sure she isn't hallucinating out of the blues, stumping the bed with her arms around her pillow " I must do something" she murmurs with her eyes browsing through the decorated walls,
In as much as Donald lacks honor most times, Susan nonetheless believes that there's a part of him that is endorsed with love.
She picked her phone and texted.
SUSAN: hi?
ERIC: hello miss beauty,
Eric flirts.
SUSAN: am sorry, I won't be making it today Eric, something came up
ERIC: alright? What happened, hope you are well?
SUSAN: am good, just family themes
ERIC: Alright, is fine, we can fix it some other day
SUSAN: Thanks for understanding, gat to go
ERIC: ok, bye.
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STATION
"Please come out sir" as one of the cops said, standing behind the opened cell "you have been billed out"
Donald glanced at him as he moved, "sir are you alright?"
"Yea, can we go home now?" Donald boldly said
"We?.. Whose home?" she stammers as her heart yanks
"What about your home Susan?"
"Nothing really, just that I wasn't expecting
anyone.." Susan was caught off balance this time, a lot of wild thoughts crossed her mind, she could feel tense as her emotions were unsettled
" I know right? of all people me" Donald lowered his voice to a placating tone as he slowly move towards susan, staring into her eyes like he forgot something " can we just leave this place?" he held her hand as they both walk towards the passageway and took a taxi.
It was getting late when Susan and Donald came back from the station, both could tell that Donald was messed up, he lost his car to the guys that gang against him and gas some bruises.
" Welcome to my home," Susan said, as she swings her purse over her shoulder smiling so hard, but the strong man came in with a face not boosting or responding to Susan's mood as he makes himself comfortable on the couch, marking the house decor as he inquired "I need to freshen up, where can I do that ?"
She shrugged as if she had no answers, only qualms
"Oh __sorry, lemme make the room available" as she went into the guest room
" alright, is ready sir"
" let's start with you" as he stood and walk around to get to her position, with his hands grazing every object that makes up the space.
Donald's face flashed through Susan's mind, and he glanced at the clock, worry knotting his stomach "stop addressing me formally, _am Donald"
Susan stiffens, as her cheeks turn red, her boiling skin could make a heat, as she began to sweat, she worried like a first-timer as those words of his eats deep inside of her.
"Ok_i heard that" she acknowledged, seeing reasons she had avoided his gaze "I can't breathe .. well" she stammers as she tries to cup out her face from Donald's manipulation.
"Say it again" Donald dared, like the predator he is
Donald shook his head in anxiety as he watched her go into the kitchen dismissing the sexual draw that made him itch to go after her.
Still, he couldn't help himself __when she ran into the kitchen and closed the door, he found himself wondering what kind of pleasure he will accomplish walking into the same kitchen, as he made his way into the guest room.
SUSAN FOUGHT for a smooth breath as she leaned against the closed door, several thoughts seize her brain from functioning, as she tries to regain control over herself again and hope It was all an illusion of a single girl who has starved herself for long, she picks up the frying pan and began to make some dinner.
She was almost done cooking, washing the previous plate out of the sink reminded her of Becca "OMG" she pronounced aloud " gosh! Am doomed_" taking a deep breath "_ she's not aware of this," she said to herself on a low, aside from her ex-boyfriend she has never accommodated any opposite gender, not even a stripper or even produce of one nightstand from the clubs that Becca is not aware of, but this time is different, her worst expectation came unprepared, she swallowed her saliva as she was about placing a call across Becca who should be getting home anytime soon, but which of Becca's home this time?.
"Hey!"
"Hi sweetie" Becca replied happily, that was such a comfort to Susan "how are you doing__am sorry I didn't call to..."
"Hold on Becca, calm down " she invisibly demonstrates with her left hand "where are you?" she asked.
"Susan?, I won't be coming home tonight okay?, when I get home tomorrow I will explain better" she giggled over the phone
That was the best notification she wanted to hear, and it happened, but she was still concerned about Becca's whereabouts "All alright, if you say so, but do I know him?" being inquisitive.
"No Susan you don't, I met him today, dark chocolate and edible" she described, as both laughed
"Haha, alright, knowing you are good is promising, till tomorrow honey, I gonna go" as she dismissed the call, making a sigh of relief as her shoulder dips, Susan had kept this night to herself until she summons the courage of confronting Becca, then could she imagine how Donald would appear on her dad's new PJ which she gave him to change over.
He motioned towards the sitting room with a small drying towel, his face, even more, intimidating in the shadows with a television glow illuminating his hard, sexy features.his eyes were almost dark as his hair, cheekbones etched in granite, his shoulders so broad he must have to double license himself cause he looks perfect for her.
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Damn!