Martins pov
Sinclair had a sour look on her face, obviously not what she expected, it’s not even up to the size of her store room, or garage, but I grew up here and it’s pretty big for me that’s for sure.
“ surprise” I said faking a smile with my arms wide open towards the building, she looks at the building in disgust then at me, like this lady literally called grandma house a painted hut, like damn she has a sharp tongue.
“ well this is where we are going to be staying, it’s just the both of us in there “ I say to her as my hands fall in defeat, there’s literally no pleasing this woman, she’s just so impossible, “ well…” she tried to say something but her words fail her and for the first time I am happy that’s she’s silent.
I walked towards the road, where our luggage lay peacefully, taking them towards the entrances little at a time till it was no longer in a way of pedestrians, there were trees all around making the wealthier calm, the birds were singing and the squirrel had their mini marathon, I had spotted two already.
The neighbors must be in their various houses, either resting or chatting. Maybe I could see some of my old friends over here. It's been a while, Sinclair stands like a statue, observing everywhere with disgust as I move the bags inside.
Everything she owned was packed when she died, all in brown boxes and white clothes, and pretty much it was dusty too, it wouldn’t take much time dusting it out , knowing she’s cleaner than I would ever be.
It was just like I left it, her room was open the same as mine, it’s a two room cabin, with a mini living room which has only two couches and a polished wood which smells like cherry.
There’s a kitchen at the back, with the view of the garden and florals, then back in the room is a small bed. And a rocking chair, a little bathroom, and some bags. It's just comfortable, it feels like home already.
Going back to my room, I see some of my wooden collections laying on my little shelf nicely arranged, then my spring bed, a little bit dusty but still arranged, the lamp was just beside the bed,
The dinning table not too far from the living room, it had two chairs just for grandma and I, we literally lived our life’s just the both of us, every crack, scratch and corners were just there for memory’s, every squick aroused anticipation in my heart, as tears prick my eyes I miss those times when bills wasn’t much of a problem.
“ don’t tell me you grew up here” I hear a stern voice say, Sinclair is beside me, her hands resting on her chest, “ yes, Sinclair I literally grew up her” I say to her, she rolls her eyes.
“ isn’t it beautiful?” I asked smirking heartlessly just looking at the roof,
“ Yeah right, say it till you believe it” she says, making my heart skip. Seriously, this lady is from another planet for sure, how can she be so negative about a house more beautiful than her mansion, damn, this is history.
Arguing with her wouldn’t help much, “well I believe it, now would you help me clean?” I say politely, she arches a brow at me, “ seriously?” She said looking uninterested
“ yes, we can’t leave in a dusty house” I say to her,
“ ok, get me the vacuums. I could get something done here,” she says looking at the living room, just grimacing, “ well we don’t use that, we use wooden brushes” I say to her, she aches a brow at me, “ are they not extinct?” She says,
“ not in a manual word” I say to her she sighed then pulls her heels off, “ way to go” she sighs looking down my thighs, “ oh damn boy, that holy thing down there would suffer a great price for this” she says, making me shiver, I shouldn’t have done this.
Man up martins she just wants to make you suffer!’ I say to myself, as I went to the store room, bringing the brush with me, “ I will take care of the rooms, you take care of the Parlor” she nods then we depart.
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Hours passed, and the house was clean already, sinclair did a pretty good job in the parlor. Well that was all she pretty much did. To be honest, she struggled with the broom for a while because of a broken hand, but she did well.
I had the dishes washed, the bed dusted and the window cleaned, now it’s time to eat and probably do something else, I had the table set with plates and forks, we were having the pasta and meat all sauce then the pastries and some smoothie for dessert .
“ why don’t we take a shower, I say to her, she totally agreed, for the first time, I led her to my room, that would be her room, then I would occupy grandma’s, she undresses, “ I will get the towels ready” I said living for grandma room,” she would need some clothes, grandma would have some gown right?, I will definitely get her something, when I get out, but for now, she could just use some of grandma clothes.
Searching through grandma things I found the right one, a loose floral gown, with weaved hems just perfect. Taking it, I took the towel along, the door was wide open, I walked in, just finding Sinclair standing naked.
It isn’t the first time seeing her naked but it was worth it, I feel a warm sensation down my pant, as my dick harden, damn she’s just so hot, in deem light, “ stop staring, I couldn’t risk closing the door, I fear it might not open” she says turning the shower off.
Well she’s pretty good at saying hurtful words, I take the towel to her, she stares at it, rolls her eyes then begins to dry her body with it.
I want to kiss her, so badly but she’s in a bad mood, I can’t risk elevating it,” where are my clothes, she says looking around”, I walk over to the bed, taking the floral gown I found,
“ Here” I said, handing it to her, she stared at it awkwardly, “ please Martin, don’t tell me you just want to punish me with all these things you are doing?” She said tossing it at me.