Chapter 28

FLAMES

‘WHAT DO YOU SEE CARL?’

I puffed out smoke from my mouth. It had been a while since I smoked this shit but circumstances called for it, I guess.

Jostled by the question, putting down the newspaper next to the mahogany tray between us, his eyes looked dead ahead like mine had since the punk arrived in my fucking mansion.

“Why, Sir, I don’t know. She looks happier than she did days ago”

Right.

“And why is that?”

“I suppose it has to do with whatever she’s doing right now”, Carl uttered with balmy enthusiasm.

I didn’t say shit as I held my cigarette between my fingers, taking in the smoke with the hope it would block the sight in front of me.

Mia’s neon backless, tiny bikini was the only good thing happening today. She had braided her hair into two pig tails and that sight was worth a thousand words.

Innocent, cute, the only color in my black and white morning.

Her smile couldn’t have gotten wider as she butterflied her way in my pool from one end to another, laughing, chucking, g