"Maths?" Angie screamed again for the fifth time but still got no answer. She was having her bath when the tap water stopped running and she was inside the bathtub which was still soapy even when the water had dried up. She shook her head knowing Mathias must have left the room. "Where the hell has he gone to?" She thought, infuriated.
She heaved a heavy sigh, came out of the tub and grabbed her towel to wrap around her soapy body. She didn't mind and headed out to the room. She groaned when she didn't find him inside the room again where she had left him.
She went to the little slab beside the bed. Her hand reached for her phone and she checked through it to dial Maths number.
"Are you done?" Mathias asked from the other end.
Angie hissed. "The water stopped running," she revealed and hissed again. She was angry to see foamy water dripping from her head to her body nonstop.
"I'll look into it," he said and ended the call.
Angie rolled her eyes. Thank goodness he hasn't left her alone in the house to attend to something else.
Two minutes later, Mathias called again and she didn't hesitate to pick it up.
"I think it should be out by now, check it out."
"Where are you?" She asked, trying to know why he didn't rush into the room to help her out.
"I'm downstairs," he replied.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Go and dress up, Angie. C'mon be quick with it," he pursued and ended the call.
"Such a jerk," Angie whispered to herself.
She placed back her phone on the slab and headed back to the washroom. When she was done, she picked one of the new outfits Maths had bought earlier for her. She settled on a turtle neck and faded jeans. When she was done, she left the room and headed down the stairs to find Mathias. She needed to confirm if he truly was around the mansion.
The first person she came across as soon as she stepped down the stairs was Mathias' maid. He bowed to greet her formally and she responded by asking how he was doing.
"I'm doing good," the boy answered and tried to walk away but Angie stopped him from going.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Paul," he answered, sheepishly, amazed that she had asked the question.
"Paul?"
"Shane. Paul Shane," the boy mumbled.
"Nice name you've got," she complimented and trotted her way towards the kitchen while Paul followed behind. When she got in, she let her eyes roam over everything they'd got in the kitchen. She nodded her head to the arrangements and how they had decorated the kitchen. "I know you did this," she said and made a gesture with her hands to show what she meant.
"Yes," he answered.
"I knew it, Maths can't possibly do something like this," she thought and faced the boy. "Will you join me? I wanna make some snacks."
"Of course, ma'am," he replied.
"Okay, I'll be back. Need to check up on your boss, give me some minutes," she assured, tap him softly on his shoulder and went out.
Her phone rang and she picked up. "Where are you?" She asked before Maths could say any other thing.
"Come out to the gym house," he told her.
"Where's that?" She asked after she heaved a heavy sigh of nervousness.
"Come out of the room and down to the living room. Then, ask the maid where the gym house is located," Mathias conveyed.
"Okay," she mumbled and the call ended again.
She heaved a heavy sigh and turned back into the kitchen. She asked Paul for the gymnastics room and he led her there. She got in and found Mathias punching a boxing bag. She stood and watched him keenly drooling at his exposed back.
Mathias turned around when he saw her reflector inside the mirror in front of him. He smiled and pulled off his mitts from his hands.
"Drooling angel?" He asked to bring her back to life.
"Never," she muttered and folded her hands under her bosom.
"Since you're here, I need you to help me out with my training," he told her.
Angie arched her eyebrows at him, "Find your way upstairs, boyfriend. I don't have any strength," She said and hissed away.
"Okay, I will," he uttered. Immediately he got to her, he took her by surprise, carrying her up in a bridal style.
"What are you doing?" She asked but he gave her no response and headed for a door at a corner of the gym. He jerked the door open and went in. Darkness erupted them and Angie groaned. He told her to calm down and within seconds, the light was switched on. Then he carried her into the room.
As they moved in, she noticed a ring for boxing and knew immediately where he had brought her to. It was an amateur.
She hit him lightly on the chest, "Why did you bring me here?" She inquired.
"To have some fun," he told her and when he got to the ring, he put her down to her stance, nudging her to get into the ring. She did and he followed behind. On the ring were a few mitts and he asked her to pick her choice while he also did.
"When do you start boxing?" She asked and laughter followed her question.
Maths frowned at her, "Why are you laughing?"
"I just can't believe you're doing different things I can't imagine," she admitted gazing largely at him.
"It's been eight years, Angel what do you think?" He implored.
Angie kept mute to say anything. He was right. It's been eight years and everything has changed.
"Shall we?"
"I don't know how to play this?"
Hitting his hands together, he said, "I will teach you."
Angie curved a smirk on her brim and also hit her hands together making a playful gesture towards Maths, "Fine, let's get this on." She confronted and made the first attack which Maths dodged easily. He laughed at how she fell flat on the bed ring making the deepest frown
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