Chelsea's standpoint
Tired out of my head, I dragged my miserable self out of the elevator and plodded to my apartment. I could barely see or think over my foggy eyes and brain, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was already planning on calling in sick for work tomorrow or just going late, I won't get fired after all. I lazily and drowsily pushed my door open, not noticing it was already open. Once inside the apartment, I kick my flats off and walk over to the couch; the beautiful sofa bed. I pulled out the bed and threw myself on it.
"So tired," I moaned. I had spent all night working harder than I used to, the other female workers made me miserable because apparently, I was flirting with the boss who was also their crush. I didn't even flirt, but it was worth it. Wait still I give Autumn the gist, she would teleport back to Washington DC and try to play Cupid.
I miss her.
I miss him.
God, I wanna kiss him!
I saw his face in my dream, causing me to smile. I knew it was going to be a long wet dream but unfortunately, my phone had to ring and disturb my sleep. I groaned as it continued ringing, forcing me to sit up, grab my bag, and search for the phone. The line went dead the moment I brought it out, and a message from an unknown number popped up.
<Bitch, switch on the lights before I blow your head off. Maybe you should take more security measures in locking your door.>
"What the hell is this?" I mused. Another message popped up.
<Switch the light on!>
One of my vases fell, I screamed and jumped to my feet at the crashing sound, my heart thumping violently. I gulped down saliva and held my trembling hand. I had been robbed before so my fear was justified. The robbers didn't just steal my empty purse, they beat the life out of me and got free sex as a bonus. Swallowing the lumps in my throat, I made my way to the light switch, my quivering hand holding my trembling hand. Tears already pooled, waiting for another nightmare. I survived the first rape, I couldn't take another.
Why is my life so miserable?
With a single drop of tear rolling down my cheek, I flicked the switch.
"Surprise!!!" Someone shrieked, causing me to scream the loudest, frightened scream I had ever screamed. My heart temporarily stopped working, my brain hammered with fear, and my lungs burnt. I slowly started registering who was watching me scream in amusement, her hands behind her back. My scream migrated to an ecstatic one, I shrieked with excitement and threw myself on her.
"Well, it's about time," she laughed.
Wait, how dare she!
I pulled away from her and gave her a slap, a very loud one. "What the butt, Autumn! You scared the bejesus out of me!"
She laughed as she rubbed her cheek, "That was the idea, dramatic entry…"
"My heart almost failed me!" She shrugged.
"There comes a time in everyone's life when they need to have a heart attack," I rolled my eyes around and back to her to take in her features. Autumn has always been the adorable one but this Autumn was smoking.
Call it strange but Autumn was born with autumn-colored hair. Literally, her hair was a shade of red and orange with a faint tint of yellowish blonde. It was one of the most remarkable things about her, next to her eyes and that was why she was named Autumn. Her vanilla skin was ever so blemish-free and glossy, the perfect skin for someone with a svelte body and the kind of beauty she carried. Autumn could win any beauty contest, but as usual, she didn't care and would always dress up the way she liked.
"Wow," I dragged a whistle, "you look stunning. Finally decided to stick to sexy?"
"What's sexy about a tank top and leggings?" She snorted, her voice still remained as silky as ever.
"It brings out your curves," I teased.
"I don't have any curves, I'm just a slender girl with an unfortunate big ass," she eyed my hips, "I still think we should trade." Autumn had never liked the fact that she had an ass, she never wanted a big butt. According to her, it was stressful and pulled too much attention, didn't give you the right fitting in dresses, and wasn't useful. She believes her ass gives her an awkward shape and would trade it for my hips anytime.
Autumn wasn't seeing what others were, her behind didn't make her shape look awkward, it actually made it nice and blended well with her small hips. But she won't hear that one, hips and boobs are the ultimate killer and she was stuck with a svelte body that refused to add some weight, small boobs, and a stupid large ass. Again, her boobs were okay, the right size, firm and still round. The girl had a problem, she wanted my oversize ones.
"Autumn, are you still on this issue?"
"Yes," she pouted, "I was thinking I could get surgery to add more bones here," she patted her hips, "make it pop out so when I put on a dress, it'll be sexy."
"Autumn, you look fine the way you are," I chuckled as I locked the door, "you don't need any extra hips and your slender waist is perfect, don't even think of doing anything to make it slimmer."
"Did I gain extra fat since the last time you saw me?" She asked excitedly, one of her major dreams was to add weight. I turned around and observed her body, she added a little.
"Yeah, you did…"
"Yes! Finally!" She ran over to the sofa and plopped herself on it. I chuckled and went to join her.
"So I'm guessing you are the package, finally tired of Italian pricks?" I asked jokingly.
"Italian, German, British, Asian, you name it. Now I'm back to get some good old American cum." I burst into laughter and hit her shoulder.
"Autumn, you're a fool, a big booby." I laughed.
"What? I'm serious," she yawned, "had a long tiring flight, better go to sleep so we can gist tomorrow, I want the latest update on everything."
"Aye aye, captain!" I went to my room while she insisted the sofa was in love with her and she couldn't leave her first love. I slept off so happy, two blessings in one day.
A-ma-zing!
In the morning, my nostrils were greeted with a delicious aroma. I absolutely forgot how much Autumn loved to cook. She used to work as a chef in my mother's restaurant. I threw the covers off me, jumped to my feet, put on my slippers, and hurried out. I was happy because my new chef was home. I hate cooking but I had to do it for me to survive. Autumn was singing to the music booming from her music box as she cooked and swayed her ass.
"Morning, love of my life!"
"Morning, owner of my heart!" She shouted over the music. We both laughed, she still remembered our ridiculous greeting. Autumn turned down the music and the cooker. The aroma of the omelet was already making me salivate.
She hummed as she dished out the eggs, bacon, and turkey. Autumn didn't eat her bacon and turkey in the morning like normal humans would. What she did was first fry them, then squash them and mix them, sauce them with fruit flavor, and then add them to the omelet. Afterward, she would take out six slices of bread, spread sweet Nutella cream on each slice, spread the egg-bacon-turkey combo on three slices, layer it with cherry-dipped ham slices, and then close it up with another slice before toasting them. Remember, I said she is as weird as Angela.
She, however, didn't add too many awkward things for anyone but herself. So she just added the egg-meat to my bread before toasting it. "We're having biscotti for dessert and squash to wash it all down."
"You are still as weird as usual," I sniggered. She looked at me from underneath her long lashes and smirked, "what?"
"Who's Anderson?" Blood rushed to my cheeks as my eyes widened.
"How do you always know everything?!" I exclaimed. She laughed and shrugged.
"Maybe because somebody was having a wet dream about him and kept moaning his name as she unknowingly touched herself," she winked at me, my face grew even hotter, "you need to get laid."
"Did I really touch myself?"
"No, but it was fun seeing your face go crimson," she winked again. I rolled my eyes, "so, who's the guy?"
"My boss, finally met him at the casino last night and he is fucking hot! I almost left my jaw on the counter just gawking at him!" It was a good thing she didn't notice the casino I mentioned.
"Typical Chelsea style. She doesn't fall in love easily but once her heart skips, she falls. You just met the dude last night and your panties are already wet for him? Seriously, babe, I like your style." She laughed.
"Cut it out, Autumn, you have to see this guy, he is juicy. Like literally! The kind of man you would want to pour chocolate all over and lick him clean."
She purred and wiggled her brows, "Attagirl! You just gave me a new purpose in life. I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle…"
"Hey! Get your head down from the cloud, I didn't say anything about marriage," I said chidingly.
"Marriage can come from unexpected places," she shrugged.
"I don't even know him, and I know he won't like me like that. He only saved me from Dylan and…"
"The who now?"
"Oh, I met Dylan last night, he was with Greta and I found out they were dating way before he dated me, he was spending my money on her…"
"Am I supposed to be surprised? Because I'm not. I warned you about that guy but you wouldn't listen. You said I don't know him so why judge him and blah blah," Autumn never met Dylan in person since we hadn't met for years and I dated Dylan for eight months before I went broke three years ago. The moment she saw his picture, she condemned him but I refused to listen to the lady with better intuition than mine. "This is what happens when you don't listen to your best friend."
"I learned my lesson already," the toaster chimed. Autumn quietly went about her toasting, quietly served me my food, and then quietly ate hers.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked, finally breaking the silence. She raised her head and glared at me, "I said I'm sorry already, what gives?" She dropped my phone on the kitchen island we were sitting at. I suspiciously picked up the phone, unlocked it, and saw what she was angry about. Mom and Jake sent messages lamenting about our predicament.
<Chelsea, Carter collapsed, the doctor said it's getting worse. I'm so confused, pick up your call.>
<Chelsea, I don't mean to bother you and I don't want to bother Mom since she is with Carter at the hospital, but the bank just came and gave us two days' notice to pack out. This is messed up.>
<Chelsea, Jasmine has been diagnosed with a minor liver problem. It hasn't gotten serious but the doctor said the sooner we take care of it, the better. All she needs is drugs, but the drugs are way too expensive. Should I tell mom? I'm contemplating suicide or bank robbery here!>
I didn't tell Autumn about our issues, I didn't want to bother her. I told her I worked for an oil firm which makes me have night shifts sometimes because of my boss, he loves working late into the night. She trusted me too much to question me.
Chelsea's standpoint "Autumn—" "Three years, my best friend has been suffering and I didn't know, isn't that fucking great," she said sarcastically. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to bother you—" "What are friends for if they can't help each other?!" I flinched when she suddenly screamed in anger. Autumn rarely gets angry at me. "Weren't you there for me when my uncle tried to take everything away from me?! You encouraged me to be the amazing person I am today and use my wit to fight. All thanks to you I was able to get help from my godfather and am now the woman I am today—" "Au—" "What are you not bothering me for?! I'm sitting on top of millions and my best friend is suffering. Do you know how that makes me feel?!" Do you want to know the truth, I forgot Autumn was fucking rich. She lived her life so simple and plain it always made me forget her parents left millions for her before they died and left her in charge of their hospitals. "And you dare risk Carter's life! Why didn't you
Chelsea's standpoint Autumn and I walked into the diner while she talked about the boys she had encounters with. We walked to the counter. I smiled at Stella who was handling it. "Good morning, Stel, how was your night?" "It was amazing," she said, eyeing Autumn lustfully. Stella was into both women and men, mostly women. And with Autumn, there's always an attraction. "And who is this beautiful lady?" "Lady Autumn Of Milan, Italy," Autumn curtsied playfully. "You're Italian?" Stella gasped, she's a sucker for Italians. Autumn chuckled. "Not exactly, studied there. I was born here in America but my maternal grandmother was Italian/Japanese, so technically I'm an American Japanlian," she laughed. Stella laughed at her ridiculous joke. "Well, it's nice meeting you, I'm Stella Rain, by the way. You don't happen to be interested in women, are you?" "Sorry, sweetheart, all dicks and no puss," Autumn smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Fowie," Stella pouted, "but you can still try, I can mak
Chelsea's standpoint I turned to the door when I heard her awed with adoration. Angela's bodyguard brought her for the day, she was terrified and hiding behind him because of Autumn. I sprang to my feet and rushed to the door. "I am so sorry, Neman, I forgot my sister came home, I should have called to inform madam to keep Angela away," "You should have known better," he scolded. I looked at Autumn pleadingly. "Autumn, can you excuse us?" "Why?" "Have you forgotten about the child I told you I babysit for money? I just told you that, like an hour ago. Angela is afraid of people and is mute," "Nonsense," Autumn said with a wave, "she isn't mute, just extremely shy and insecure," "Autumn, she's mute," "Maybe she was. I've met mute children and I know how to handle them. Here, I'll show you," "Autumn…" she knelt and smiled at Angela who was peeping at her. "Hi there, Angel, I'm Autumn and I'm new here. I don't have any friends yet so will you be my friend? We can eat pizza crus
Autumn's standpoint Eleven years, for eleven years I had pictured the day we would meet again, how we would recognize each other. That night, I didn't see his face clearly. I might have had great night vision but it wasn't enough to see his face vividly. I wasn't sure how I would recognize him, but sitting there on the bed and staring at him with my mouth open was unbelievable. Compared to the wreck I saw years ago, this guy was dreamy, so dreamy it felt too real to be true. I rubbed my eyes to make sure it wasn't one of my fantasies again, to make sure I wasn't daydreaming about how he would look or foolishly getting myself wet. He was still there, gawking at me with lips parted and standing there looking like a sexy god who was banished from Olympus and had to blend in with humans. Angela tapped me, making me avert my eyes to her. She pointed at him, asking me if I knew him. "Something like that," I smiled. I averted my eyes back to him. "You look great, got better, huh?" He snapp
Autumn's standpoint He cleared his throat. "A what? Your brain?" He asked sarcastically. "Give me your stupid phone," I huffed. He dipped his hand into his pocket, brought out his phone, unlocked it, and gave it to me. I typed my number in and saved it with my name. I gave it back to him. He smiled cryptically and nodded. "See you tomorrow, Red," he winked at me. I rolled my eyes, causing him to laugh. "Don't call me red or I'll call you Sandy," I glared at him. He ran his tongue over his damask lips and shrugged. "We all have our weird names, my Mom did call me snickl…" he pinned his lips. I burst into laughter as I already knew the full word. "Ah, fuck!" "Snicklefritz? Really?" "Shut up," "It is my turn to laugh," I slid down the door and laughed my ass out while he muttered. He started walking away. "Hey, Snicklefritz snookums! Where are you off to?" "Fuck you, Pussums!" He shouted back. "See you tomorrow, Snookums!" I laughed. The door pulled open, forcing me to crash on
Chelsea's standpoint I sighed as I walked out of the back, my mind focused on Anderson. I wasn't sure he would ever want to meet me again. I was crazy about crushing on my boss. I'd always seen falling for one's boss as a cliche thing and loathed the idea. But now I was rethinking my stance, it wasn't so bad after all. In my defense, I developed a crush before I knew he was my boss and unlike other girls, I wasn't crushing on my boss because he's rich, more like he is cute and good-looking. There, I'm innocent. I froze when I saw the reason for my thoughts sitting on a stool and leaning on the counter with his eyes closed as he shook his head as if trying to scold himself for something. He looked so adorable. "Anderson?" I called quizzically. I mentally scolded myself for calling him by his name, he is my boss for crying out loud. In my defense—again—I'm not in the casino so… He opened his eyes and as soon as he saw me, his face brightened with a smile. "Hi, Chelsea." "H…h…h…hi,"
Mordecai's standpoint I threw my car keys on the table and my suit jacket on the vintage couch. I unbuttoned the first three buttons of my shirt and loosened my tie. Grace, his assistant, walked into the living room. "Go tell my grandfather that I'm here," "He knows, he will be here with you shortly." I nodded at her and dismissed her. I plopped myself on one of the chairs with a puff. Grandpa called me out of my very important meeting, he usually never called me in such a rush. I drummed my fingers anxiously, maybe his health was acting up again. "Mattel," his gruff voice called weakly. I jumped to my feet and went to help him, "don't touch me, I can walk on my own," he said stubbornly. I still held him though to his favorite armchair. "Did Dr. Liam check on you?" "He came in this morning," I returned to my seat. "How is your health? Is it acting up again?" "Yes, and that is why I called you here, Mattel. I really don't want to do this to you but it's the only way to get you t
Mordecai's standpoint (This occurred before he got to Chelsea's apartment) I sat in the backseat of my black convertible Mercedes, typing meticulously. I decided to go with the least expensive car. I usually drive in the least expensive things when I am upset or confused. Call it a weird habit. I was going to ask the most stupid question I had ever asked anyone since I changed my name to Gabriel, and I was looking for all the support I could get, my friends weren't exactly helping. Andy: oh come on, bro, you can't be serious about asking her that? I said take things slow, not scare the shit out of her. Don't you have any more reasons? Me: Well I don't exactly have a choice here, it's either that or I'll have to marry someone else or ruin my brother's life. Williams: I'm in favor of not ruining my life. He wasn't part of the group chat Jaxon created, but Andy added him in the hope that he could talk some sense into me. Did he really think that Williams would willingly give up his