WHY DO I GET THE FEELING

Why do I get the feeling that he doesn't want to answer my questions? Answering my questions indirectly, I won't be able to ask any more questions, seriously?

That's cunning. Well, anyway I don't fucking care and I don't know why my brother will let me stay with someone like this or should I say that I'm excited staying with him and I have to be careful too, about what I'm doing or else my brother will skin me alive and I probably don't want that happening.

'A Job,' he asked, the cigarette still in his mouth.

"Yes, a job.' I answered.

'What do you need a Job for,' he asked with a raised eyebrow and eyes suspiciously.

"I just need a job to take care of myself and for other stuff too,'

"Well, there will be no need for that,' he said.

"Why?'

"Your brother wants you to stay at my house and uses that chance to tutor you and also provide anything for you, anything you want.'' He elaborated.

"What!!!! I almost screamed. "No way. I'm not a kid anymore, I should be able to start providing for myself and..."

"When you start getting good grades and all, then you can find a Job. But for the meantime, you have to stick your head to your books first, how about that,' he asked with the cigarette in his mouth and he looked sexy.

Ok, I think I gotta have to prepare myself and try as much as possible to avoid him. I'm going to be staying with him. This is just temporary, I won't be here for long and I will have to leave here and go stay with my brother or continue to live at the hostel and I will visit them from time to time, they are the funniest and the most lively people I've ever met and they are like a family to me. Well, I have to do what I have to do and I will try my best and see how it goes while staying at his house.

Stick my head to my books, indeed. Does he think I'm a kid or something?

"Alright. Thanks for everything, I will be going first and bring my things over here,' I said and stood up from the Sofa and began talking and I heard a low but calm voice.

"OK, I will be expecting you?' That voice made my heartbeat so fast. I felt something in me, this excitement and I can describe what it is and it felt amazing.

Without answering him, I quickly came out of the house and walked towards the gate and called for a taxi.

How will I be able to live with someone like this? I keep telling myself to forget about him, that he was a playboy and a jerk, that I should just wipe him out of my heart and find someone to fall in love with. Someone who cherishes, respects and values me, not someone who will break my heart into a thousand pieces like what my best friend Belle Said.

When I got to the hostel, Belle was the only one available and thank God, she was the only one around or else I will hear a lot of questions and get advice from the others and I don't want that right now.

I explained everything to her and what my brother planned and all. She was still excited and probably happy for me, but she said she was going to miss me. I told her that she could come to visit me, she asked if that was going to be allowed and of course, that will be allowed. Gérard won't keep me in his house as a prisoner, wouldn't he? I told her that will be allowed, even though I haven't asked him yet, if he was going to allow that and who cares. We both talked for an hour and she decided to help me pack my stuff. I told her, we should hurry and that I don't want them coming back from school and seeing me doing all this and that will be awkward, and I don't want that type of feeling right now.

As soon as we finished packing, we both called for a taxi and I entered inside it and waved my hands at her, telling her goodbye.

I noticed tears in her eyes and Well, I was crying too. There's no need for that right, we were still going to see each other and it's not like I will be gone forever. We continued waving at each other and chuckled at how we behaved in front of each other. The taxi drove out of sight and I relaxed my head on the seat and closed my eyes.

Thirty minutes later, we got there and the driver helped me to bring down my things and the gateman also helped in taking my things inside and I noticed a bodyguard was helping too. I didn't see a bodyguard when I came in earlier. After taking my things inside, he stood before me and said, "Welcome madam. Sir, Gérard has asked me to help you with your things and direct you to the room, you will be staying. Once again, you are welcome,' he greeted politely. He was one bulky young man and a bit scary too.

Then a young lady, who was very beautiful and curvy, walked towards me. "Hi, my name is Melody and you are welcome here. I was instructed, by Sir, Gérard, to help you unpack your things and prepare some food for you. Once again, you are welcome?' She also politely greeted and bowed her head a little.

Umm...I'm not pretty used to this, why does he have to arrange all this for me. Isn't he too generous to me? Sometimes I wonder why he does all these things for my brother and I wonder how they met in the first place. My average looking brother is meeting someone as handsome as this and that still surprises me.