Martins pov
It's a sunday morning, sinclair had her feet in a bowl of warm water, and her head covered in a warm towel, a day away from work, she had the magazine facing her masked face, , “ you have been staring, at me am i developing ,mole on my face?,” she asked flipping the covers
“yes, on your left cheek”
“ silly”
Her eyes held mine, as she grinned sheepishly,
“ would be back” I said standing up, as I stood from the sofa, then onto the kitchen island,scrolling through my phone, I had sent nessa yet another message, which she had successfully viewed and carefully ignored.
‘ nessa come back home’
She read it once more, no replies, i bet she’s being cuddled by the most deceitful man in the world, and she hates herself for it already, Sinclair would never allow nessa marry that bastard, and I will make sure of it, walking back to the living room, Sinclair hasn’t moved an inche she’s still sipping her juice while reading through magazines
“ what do you have against the hansley’s”
“What about the hansley’s?” the deep lines on her forehead and irritated reply was all the assurance needed, nessa wouldn’t get passed her,
“ i know they are your equal in the business world, but aside that, why do you hate them so much, or why do you hate the company, “ i asked, shifted uncomfortably on the chair, blinking vigorously,
“ nothing”
“ Any reason for asking?”
“ no, just trying to know more about your caliber “
“ with time, you will get there”
Her replies were cold, and hopeful, my questions had thrown her off balance, there’s something obviously out of place, she wouldn’t tell me, not in a million years except being confronted
And I can’t do that without concrete evidence. How do I get to know more about these people?, only one persons comes in mind, he would be off help
“ babe, want to step out for a minute, do you need anything I could get you on my way back?”
“ get scented candle, the blueberry cobbler, and gently on the red hot cinnamon” she said, leaving with sinclair i didn't have to battle with the getting her things when going out, she had her needs upfront already, quite specific
Damn I love her so much already, “come” pulling her in for a hug, the scent of avocado fill my nostrils, my thumb caressing her dry lips, “ will be back soon, don’t kiss me too much” my lips rubs against her slightly gently not to get her facial mask on my lips but her slight moans makes my gut knot, as I thrust my tongue in savoring the minty taste of her lips.
“ fuck off”
“ don't waste too much time, don't want to miss you too much” she replied straightening my shirt
Taking my keys the first place that comes to my mind way home, where all this starters, it was a long drive but soon i was just outside a familiar porch the, giving a feeling of nostalgia, this place use to be my place of comfort , i never knew how small it looked and how rough it felt living in here , if Sinclair hasn't taken me…
Sigh
Things do change, not for everyone but for me at least, the front porch had little changes, I was never a fan of flowers but a couple of pots came into view, it felt like home, well home away from home, it felt quiet and odd standing there but I came here for a reason.
After a couple of rings the door was finally open, there mega stood her palm caressing her eyes, she must have been sleeping, all dressed in shorts and a strap singlet, her skin glowing like she had just waxed,
Who?
“ papi!” She yells pulling me in for a dramatic hug, “ how are you doing mami?” As always her petite figure gave my arms enough space to wrap around, “ wow look at you, Sinclair must be treating you well” her eyes surveyed my body, as she held my shirt with her fingertips.
I do feel nice too
“ wow, if I haven’t known you so well, I would have mistaken you for Micheal Jordan damn” her praises makes me flush with excitement, “ hey quite it, you don’t look so bad yourself” holding her arms she spins around, “ yea, all thanks to your I guess” she clicks her tongue as she swayed on her toe.
“ where’s John” I said she pointed the room, he was a deep sleeper to not notice the abnormalities
“Lemmi go wake his sleepy ass up”
Taking a seat on the rough leather seat, I surveyed the room, it is small, if I make more profit I would definitely buy this place, not to leave in, but just a signifcance of miracle,
“ hey big man”
“ hey, how ya doing l I said pulling him for a shoulder tap hug, “ fine I guess” his eyes surveyed my body once more, “ damn bro you look nice, and smell expensive as well, guess who’s getting a baby boy treatment” he said, holding me at arm length.
“ I came here for something, only the both of you can help me with”
“What’s it, anything for a long list bro” John said, he pulled my hands pulling me to the seat as uneasiness settled on my face, I sure do hope they don’t see my differently after this,
“ I need some dark web details on Sinclair and the Hansleys' cooperation.
“ well I might know a guy, suitable for this”
“ nice, I know I can trust you”