Chapter 7

• My pulse quickened and heat travelled down my body. His lips brushes my earlobe softly and I suck in my breath sharply. Gary pulls away, leaving me heated up, before sitting between I and Hazel. I clench and unclench my fist so I can stop the erratic way my heart beats. Why the heck is he flirting with me!. I've gotta tell him he should stop, I've barely lasted a month here and I sincerely don't want any scandal.
• "Hey Dad!". Hazel squeaks in excitement as she sit up, its obvious she loves her dad. If only he could pay more attention to her.
• "How you Hazel." He pecks her on the cheek.
• "I'm okay Dad, what you doing here?." She asks as she pours herself a cup of milk.
• "I live here." He says and roll his eyes at her. Hazel grins.
• "No Dad I meant here in the garden. I can't remember the last time I saw you here dad, it's cos of Lesley right?." She smirks and folds her arm. My cheeks heat up cos am blushing.
• Gary chuckles and reaches for the plate of pancakes. He spreads apple syrup on it and took a bite, sucking on his lower lip. I blink and look away, trying not to recall the kiss incident..
• "Hazel... you're seven for fuck sake, your head shouldn't be filled with these thoughts." He groans. Hazel giggles and drains her cup. She gets off the mat.
• "Okay Dad, I'd leave you alone with her.... cos I feel like am intruding." She winks as she skips away, chasing a butterfly. Oh God remind me to spank Hazel for leaving me alone with him.
• I seem to see something interesting as I fiddle with my skirt, His eyes scrutinizing as usual. I can't get what he just did out of my mind, his strong arm snaking around my waist and that quick contact of his lips against my earlobe. My cheeks is a deep shade of red.
• "Please stop staring Mr Gauthier." I sigh out finally and he chuckles.
• "Oh shit, I thought you had no tongue?" He mused I smile and reach for a cup, pouring myself a cup of milk.
• "Are you mad at me for you know."He trails off and smirks at me. I blink because he's talking about what he just did. How could someone be so perfect in everything. I stare at him for some moments and drop my gaze.
• "What makes you think I won't be?." I respond. Gary runs his hand down his face.
• "Well, I don't think you are cos you didn't punch me in the face or kick my ass."
• I chuckled softly and bite down my lips.
• "And... what if I'm?" I raise my eyes
• "Hmm..... Gary moves closer to me and stares directly at me, so that I'm unable to look away. He travels his gaze down to my mouth and my pulse quickened knowing what was coming. He pulls away with a huge smirk on his face.
• "Then.... I'd love to make you angry some more. You'd accompany me to Atlanta as my girl." He deadpans. My heart seems to stop beating as I stare dazedly at him.
• GARY GAUTHIER'S POV
• I watch her as her face cloud with different expressions.
• "Th.... that's not gonna be possible." She stutters. she seemed scared and I'm wondering why.
• "I'm not ordering you Lesley... I'm pleading." But she's already shaking her head vehemently.
• "Why me!?... why not someone else. I don't really have " Her face looks pale immediately and I'm concerned.
• "You seem scared, is anything wrong?." I ask as I scoop closer to her and cupped her cheeks with my palms. Really don't know what prompted me to do that. I saw her eyes glisten with tears but she shook her head and pushed off my palms.
• "Umm, no I'm certainly not. I am just surprised you're taking your Nanny on such an important event." She expounds. I huff and itch my hair.
• "Well that's because I seem to like you and you're more beautiful than any other lady I've met."
• She blushed and bite down her lips. I so fucking love that.
• "I'm sorry I . can't Mr Gauthier." she says sadly. I ran my hands through my hair, a little bit hurt. I can't believe she would decline..
• There are thousands of girls out there who would kill to be in her position. But she's just so different.... the more reason I'm always attracted to her.
• "I'm.... not so good at begging. But you'd be forcing me to do so." I say.
• She sighed softly and stuck her hair behind her ears.
• "You saved my ass the other day and I'm begging you to save my ass again, please Miss Perkins"
• She drops her cup on the mat. "So who am I saving you from this time.... another girl?" she says and I could notice there was a hint of jealousy in her tone.
• "No Lesley.... from my mom's naggings. She's crazily concerned about me settling down with a girl, and insists I must bring one along while coming for the anniversary." She raised her brows.
• "So I'm the right girl for that?"
• I shrugged, she seemed the perfect person for that."Yeah, you're the only one I could stay with and not get irritated." And there she blushed and bite down her lips again. One more of that and am loosing my sanity.
• "How bout Hazel, you can't leave her all by herself." I nod my head, she cares a great deal about her.
• "She'd be fine.... a couple of days without me won't hurt".
• "She's only seven!." She reprimands, her tone a bit strict.
• "Well.... I lived alone like her when I was a kid..."
• ".... And you think any kid would love that?". She raised her brows at me. I chuckled.
• "We don't always get all we want do we?.... I provide everything for her... and she doesn't seem to complain." I tell her. She shakes her head.
• "And you think she loves that... she needs more than that Mr Gauthier. She needs your attention, she needs to feel that she's special to you." I groaned.
• "Oh c'mon stop it already, now you're sounding like my mom."
• I scoffed and she rolled her eyes at me.
• "Well, I'd go with you... but on the condition that you'd spend time with Hazel more than you do with your work" Now it was her turn to smirk. I rolled my eyes at her as her lips twitch in amusement
• "Fine, smart ass." I groan and she grins widely making me laugh
• ANONYMOUS
• No one knows my other type of life. They all think am a good decent, respectable person, every girl would kill to have me all to themselves.
• I stood up and walk towards the man who was kneeling with his hands tied behind him.
• His face bruised as he coughed out blood. We were out in the under ground slaughter house, the place I do my nice deeds.. Call it dirty, but I don't see killing people to get what you want as dirty.... it's just the rule of the game; You kill or you get killed.
• You make sure the world knows you as a good person. I hold a different identity entirely when the world seems to be watching and a different one when they are not watching.... it's just a simple rule, one that is not difficult to abide to. one of my hard trained guards pass me my gun and I press it against the pig's forehead.
• "I would ask you for the last time Clive... step back and leave the deal for me.". He laughs bitterly and shakes his head. Hoody, he's still got nerves.
• "I won't fuckin let you have the deal.... I'd rather die than watch you have the...." I hit him with the butt of the gun as blood rushed out of his nose...
• "Fine then.... we'd have it the hard way." I grit
• One of my men handed me a hand drill... I clutched it as the sharp end spins faster... I pressed the sharp end to his lap as his screams filled the hair. Flesh flying as the point went deeper into his skin. There was a cackle of laughter from my men. I grinned and removed the sharp end from his skin blood and flesh sticking to it... blood rushes out of the opening as he felt dizzy from pain
• "Now.... sign the documents, or the next time it would be your eyes." One of the men untied him and handed him a pen and the document. He clutched the pen looking at the document.
• "You're wasting my precious time Clive". I say as I turned on the drill. He whimpers like a drowned rat and signs the document. I smiled in satisfaction
• "Good boy" I say and ruffled his hair. "Now.... open your mouth and say thanks. He opens his mouth and before he blinks I stick the tip of the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. His screams silenced by the gun. He fell face flat on the floor
• "Tell the sweet Lord I said Hi." I mutter to his lifeless body and pull off my gloves handing the gun and gloves to a guard.
• "Clean up this mess.... and let's celebrate victory". I told my men as I made my way out of the slaughter house, a dozen guards trailing behind me.