Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Chapter 47 The new car deserves it~

When grandma heard a ding dong at the door, she thought it was the coffee logistics she ordered earlier on, only to see Meyer’s panicking face when she opened the door.

“What is Lucifer doing in heaven’s party?” she asked.

Meyers snorted and rolled her eyes at the floor. A hush quietness hung over her gaze and her jaw hooked in humility as her head bowed.

“Have you come to dig up history of my HIV status, eh?” grandma barked.

“Apologies, grandma,” Meyer said, looking very detached.

“Keep your damn apologies to your damn ass. You can’t freshen up hell’s burnt pizza. After you made me survive by artificial oxygen for months, you want me to accept your apologies?”

She wanted to say a word, “I- “

Grandma cut in, “Shut the fuck up. You have no justification for the poison you spat at me. Grandma’s wrinkled face built unsightly as she pulled out her phone from men her purse. “You know bitch I should fetch you 911, so you can roast your ass in jail.”

Meyer went on her knees and molded her hands into mood of prayers. Dumbfounded she glared at grandma as her eyes burnt greatly with tears.

Grandma barked, “Stop giving me the hail-Mary look and get your ass out of here.”

Brian had heard voices and rushed out to the sitting room in that heated moment burying his stares behind grandma as he noticed it as Meyer.

“Can you please remind me the peanut my grandson owes you?” she asked, widening her gaze at Meyer.

She shook her head, “I have written it off,” she replied coldly.

“Heh, in my generation we don’t write off debt. We have got enough money for troubles,” she felt Brian’s presence and she threw her stare at him, “Did she do that? Did she write off your debt?”

Brian shook his head, fighting off locking eyes with Meyer, who was already shooting her tears-welled eyes at him. He was the reason she came around- such was Brian’s feelings. He did not see love happening between them because of the desperate aura she had portrayed and there was this cloud of suspicion across her face whenever she came around him. He perceived she might feel he was giving her the cold shoulder because of what she did to grandma. But that was off it. Brian in his heart of hearts took Meyer for who she was – a friend.

Meyer’s palm heated up in ridicule and shame as she walked away. She looked forward to the day she would hang out with Brian so he could make this very last confession before disappearing from his life.

Kate was on her way to meet Tony. She had suffered heavy, nagging head these past nights upon pondering over Tony and she had come to realize they were fated; possibly for worse; not to be happy too often and frequent quarrels. She was building strongly against her affair with his drug king pin lover, hoping they stand together as pairs in future. She was not missing Brian; maybe Tony’s rascality had suffused that part of her life and her essence would forever breathe Tony.

She was almost crossing over the road after the traffic paused the cars when a Rolls Royce hooted a horn at her. Tony’s head pulled through the windscreen and waved her over.

It then means this kid just bought a new car. She wondered inwardly as she approached the Rolls Royce to hear the blast of hip hop sounding from it.

“Hop in baby,” Tony beckoned on her.

As she sat next to him, she stared around the lavishly decorated interior of the car.

“Are you surprise to be the white in White house?” Tony asked, glaring at her as she gaped at him. “Babe this is my new baby,” Tony said and turned on the engine. “Where do you want to go? I will be your driver as long as you love me like the eagle loves the top.”

Kate rolled her eyes at him as past events of their squabble struck in her head. She hung unto her quietness and remained tight-lipped as he drove away.

“You don’t care to ask me how I bought this. I know you would say it is drug money. You never believe I can do clean jobs to buy myself a car,” he said, picked out a cigar from his pocket, pinned it on his lips and gave her the lighter to help him out.

With her drawn face kept, she lit the cigar and he blew his first cloud of smoke at her and she breathed hard.

“How did you buy the car?” she asked, arguing inwardly if she could foster the might to give him the cold shoulder.

“Come on baby, I pushed drugs, pulled money went to garage and picked this. Does that answer your question?” he asked, and took a swerve into the tunnel that yawned at them. When he came to a halt, he saw the smirk of anger hanging across her face. “You don’t seem happy I bought a car.”

“Says who?” she asked, and forced a smile. She wished they could be more to this affair than drugs, bickering and taciturn. What he had known him for seemed not to be changing- she really wanted him in her life but as a changed fella that cultured a good aura. “Congratulations!” she said and adjusted her short gown, trying to hide the new tattoo she drew on her laps. But it was too late Tony had caught sight of it.

“My, oh my,” he said, glaring at the butterfly tattoo with Tony written on the wing. “I am honored, baby.” He mumbled and rubbed her spotless, red thighs, smacking his lips and allowing his erection to be built by her deep sigh. Gently his thick lips landed on her thighs and started wetting it. With his hands clenching her waist, he sucked into her inner thighs, as she pulled her gown up her waist, giving him room to suck further. He approached pink vagina and started sucking without hesitation. Like a truck trudging up the hill her moan built from a gaping mouth and shaky heading. Her fingers appeared at her hair as she stroked it in pleasure.

“Fuck me baby. The new car deserves it…” she couldn’t complete her speech because he had started fingering her instead, as she imagined the butterfly and Tony she had tattooed, being a symbol of their love that would survive the storm of time.

Are they actually meant for each other? She thought as she moaned under his pounding.