Chelsea's standpoint
We weren't always this poor, we had enough to care for our needs. Father had a toy factory which I always dreamt of working at, and mother owned a restaurant that wasn't that bad. I'd rate it a three-star restaurant. Mother worked her ass out as a teen to save up money to buy the restaurant, she worked for years before finally getting enough money to purchase it. The restaurant was her life, and through it, she met the mistake called my father. They got married and things weren't bad, we were all living fine until three years ago when my father borrowed large amounts of money from three different banks unknown to my mother. The first two debts were for a business that didn't work out, and the third was the money he borrowed and disappeared with my mother's sister. Father left us to pay the debts and used his toy factory, mother's restaurant, and the house as collateral for the banks. We lost everything, and now the house was next. And the cherry on top, my youngest brother had to be diagnosed with a heart problem.
Mother and I had been trying, but our best was obviously not enough. Indeed we needed a miracle. Hopefully, Delaney would be able to help me.
I left the food on the stove and walked to the living room wiping my hands. Angela was still watching television, but this time she was watching National Geographic Channel. She loves animals and wishes to be a zoologist or vet.
"Baby, should I get you some cookies while you wait?" She nodded. "And milk?" She nodded again. "Hot or cold?" She raised her second finger. "Cold it is, hold on for a sec."
I hurried to the kitchen and placed the cookies on a plate. Cookies and milk are one of the few things she likes. I was about to carry it when my phone rang again. I picked it up, it was Delaney.
"Good evening, ma,"
"Good evening, Chels, how's Angela?"
"Angela is fine, watching TV."
"Have you given her the drugs?"
"No, ma, she hasn't eaten yet, I'm preparing dinner right now."
"What did she ask to eat this time?" Angela was a weird girl, she didn't like eating and when she manageably ate, she ate abnormal foods. For example, she wrote that I prepare tomato and spinach salad with diced strawberry-dipped bacon and chocolate fried cheese. Then after the food is dished, I would pour blood orange juice all over it. Then I had to make her smoothie. The doctors said no one should bother her, just give her what she wants. Angela's system was stronger than any I had ever seen… She is just as weird as Autumn.
"Today, I'm preparing tomato spinach salad with diced strawberry dipped bacon, chocolate fried cheese with blood orange juice over it." I chuckled.
"Oh dear," she laughed. I could hear a deep chuckle beside her. "Our jet just landed, we will be there in an hour so make sure she has eaten before we get there because she won't eat again."
"Of course, it won't take time to… Shit!" I dropped the phone and hurried to the crisping salad. "Baby, can you come carry the cookies yourself? I'm kind of busy!" I shouted. I stirred the salad at the same time trying to pick the bowl of diced strawberry-dipped bacon. Angela ran in, "the island, it's on the island,"
She clapped her hands in excitement and brought the cookies to me. "What?" She pointed to the pot. "You want me to crush the cookies into the salad?" I asked with wide eyes. She nodded. "Angela," I cried. What the hell! She frowned. "Fine! Drop it there, I will munch the cookies into the salad," I fought the urge to retch, "you can get another cookie from the…" The little cheetah grabbed two apples from the fruit basket and dashed out too fast. "And she's gone. Maybe I should do some research and find out if her father wasn't a werecheetah or descendant of any werecreatures or even a vampire, this girl is suspicious." I grumbled.
I heard Delaney laugh, I forgot I hadn't cut the call. I hurried to the phone and picked it up. "So sorry about that, she wanted me to add cookies…"
"I heard," she laughed, "and I'm pretty sure her father wasn't a werecheetah, just a freaking fast soccer player. Like father, like daughter, I guess."
"This one isn't ordin… Hey!" I shouted as she suddenly ran in, grabbed the glass of milk, and took off again. "See what I mean?! She just runs like she has superspeed!"
"Chelsea, please, see you soon." She hung up still laughing. An SMS popped up on the screen of my phone. I grinned when I saw the text, she finally remembered me.
Her: Hey sis! It's me, your superior!
I typed in a reply.
Me: \(°o°)/Wow, I can't believe you remember me today.
Her: Sorry, I've been busy with things here and there. How's life?
Me: difficult, but I'm surviving. When are you coming back? Still haven't gotten enough of Italian dicks?
Her: (laughing emoji) fuck no, in fact, I'm so hung up on it I just finished riding two at the same time.
I gasped, she can't be serious.
Me: are you fucking with me?!
Her: no, I'm fucking them. Get a dick, Chelsea, it will do you good.
Me: (eye roll) whore.
Her: (dumb face) Anyways, I have a surprise for you, your package ought to arrive within the week.
I hurried to the stove and added the cheese.
Me; I swear on my father's life, Autumn, if you send me a dildo or fake breast again, I will package myself to Italy and commit murder of the highest degree!
Her: chill, it was only that one time… (Giggle) Wish I could have seen your face. I bet it was hilarious!
Me: hilarious?! I had nightmares! And that time you sent me naked pictures of guys, I couldn't sleep for a week as all I kept seeing was dicks chasing me in my dreams! I had to go crazy and hump a random guy before it stopped.
Her: oh geez! I need to award myself with gold, aren't I amazing? (Teary laughing emoji)
Me: (bored) get a life and get married.
Her: when there are so many cocks to try? Never! (Extreme laughing) But don't worry, your package may or may not contain anything sexual and shocking. Just remember to take a pic of your expression and send it to me, I have to see.
Me: if it's a stupid thing, don't ever come back to Washington or you're screwed!
Her: But Bebe, I've already gotten screwed. (Wink)
Me: bitch. (Laughing emoji)
I dropped my phone and focused on the food. I couldn't help wondering what she would send, probably something crazy and sexual. Autumn had been trying to get my sexual life up since my last breakup. She was my best friend, we had been friends since we were nine. We went to the same school and almost had every class together, even got grouped in almost all projects together. We even worked at the same antique shop once, we loved it. We would have graduated together but Autumn is as intelligent and clever as she is crazy. Her IQ was so high she passed a test that catapulted her straight to college. She was fifteen when she got into college. At first, she would come visit but when it got harder, she stopped and it has been years since I saw my crazy friend. Nevertheless, we were still best of friends and not going anywhere.
The only problem I had with her was her sexual attitude and trying to get me in. I swear, if she was with me, she would have convinced me to seduce Delaney's totally sexy boss whom I had a crush on. Something about him just felt right and familiar. But I know I can never be with a man like him, he's way too perfect and not my class. Plus, he doesn't even notice me. I had been working for Delaney for two years but had only seen him four times. The rest were in newspapers and TV.
Oh well, I just hope he will agree to assist me.
Chelsea's standpoint The doorbell rang, and I jumped to my feet and hurried to it. I unlocked the door to meet the smiling face of Delaney. She pushed past me and walked straight to Angela who was sleeping on the sofa. "Did she…" "Yes, she took her medication and is doing fine, just tired from waiting too long." "Hmmm, did she give any sign of speech today?" Laney asked with hope twinkling in her eyes. "Sadly, no," I murmured, her hope shattered, "but you don't have to give up hope, at least she's giggling now, isn't she?" "Yeah, better than it was four years ago," she rolled her eyes to her daughter once more and then smiled, "she'll be fine." "Angela is a strong girl, she certainly will. Did you come alone?" "Mordecai is in the car, he's waiting for us…" She explained as she carried Angela up. "Delaney, I don't know if it's possible to request something," I murmured nervously. She wrapped Angela's legs around her waist and arched a brow. I shifted my weight to one foot and cl
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
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,"