Pierced Rose - Episode 5

 

She didn't notice Brad was there just admiring the good job done on her. She wasn't beautiful in a classical way, no flowing golden curls but slightly larger that catwalk model. In her ordinariness she was stunning.

The way she beat the eggs, blended the juice, served the scrambled eggs on the plate it was all entailed in the index of contents in perfections. All her mind, body and soul was all  there, there in what  she seemed to love doing.

She either didn't feel his presence or chose to ignore him. "Here is your scrambled eggs and pickle juice." Reginah said placing it on the counter side near Brad signalling him to sit.

"Can I use your room?? I wanna change."
"But you look okay and beautiful." Brad honestly complimented.
"But you don't expect me to work with a dress on so I wanna put on my work clothes," She retorted ignoring what he had just said.

He pulled her hand to his and rubbed it in circles. He felt his mind failed to function anytime she was near him.  Feeling empty and desolated he just wanted her to stay, to watch him eat and admire the way he ate.

He felt comfort in her presence.
"Stay with me please." No word, no insults. The gods might have snatched her voice for her not to throw tantrums.. All she did was to give him a cold stare telling him to stop what his mind was leading him to before walking away.

She didn't talk much but she wasn't good at hiding the emotions that were written in her eyes. Brad explained to her about everything in the house and all she did was to nod hastily without appearing pushed.

Brad  couldn't help it when it was all hard in the boxer. She didn't have on a lingerie dress but how the black leggings shaped her hips and ass with the white tank top just above her navel.
Something that pushed him to watch her every move.

The wifely 6th sense when she changed his sheets and arranged his room in order. It was her job but Brad couldn't help but feel special.

Brad had a crushed ego when she had to pinch her nose to not die from the garbage smell that came from the laundry room. It didn't stop her from what she went in there to do.Brad covered his face in embarrassment hoping she would never ask about that.

Brad slumped in the sofa, placing his legs on the table something he never used to do. Her headphones still on, she scrubbed the floor, dusted dusty places, cleaned the furniture and ensure it sparkled. All she fed him was her sweet voice as she sung   Cheap thrills by Sia. If only she knew how sweet her voice was.

Them girls who came to his apartment all they did was wash dishes and make him a glass of blended mango juice with the hope that he would house them and take it to the next level. Who eats noddles for supper???

He always craved for challenge and a old sh*t made love, real sh*t. Reginah had that, the wifely instincts. He feared responsibilities or the fact that his mind was in chaos because someone was stuck in there but deep in him  he felt she was worth the risk.

She made his heart pound every time he stared at her making it hurt but it was a good all round. There were all kind of perfect emotions channelled to the perfect place. He had the urge to bite  and kiss her lips to wrap them in a quilt. She was perfect,  the masterpiece of the extraordinary women in the world, screw world the universe.

"Brad, all glasses on the left side of the cabinet no mixing them with plates. Change of bedsheets  thrice a week, laundry after two days. From now on you will not order food, I will be cooking. Try to keep the house organized and no one night stands. I will pass by the grocery shop tomorrow." Reginah explained a look of disappointment, anger and a remote suggestion of doubt on her face.

"Yes Riri, understood." Giving her a salute.
She replied with a flash of something that was to be a smile.

She walked few steps only to fall on his arms. Her eyes were tired and framed with sadness as she placed her hands on his shoulder. Brad tilted her head on his chest and carried her off to his bed. She looked weak and hungry.
"Are you okay Riri?" Brad confirmed carefully placing her on the  bed.
"Yah, just dizzy and tired." A smile on her that tasted sour. She had not eaten supper the previous night or breakfast that morning. With the work she had done, she was prone to faint.

"Don't move, I will be back with something to eat and some drugs. Okay??" Brad urged running a self conscious hand over her cheeks.

Brad wanted to ignore his urge to watch over her and go buy something for her to bite but guilt made him sit there and look at her as she rested.

"We can be friends Brad."  The last thing she said before closing her eyes, breathing uneven and deeply. Even in sleep she looked trouble, something that only her knew about. She looked lost, scared and that made a slit on my heart.

Brad slowly also savoured himself in the clean blue sheets covering himself and gently lifted her head and placed it on his chest. She laid her hand softly on his arm, his jaw falling open. His balls weren't  hurt or his arms punched, being  cold and vulnerable  all she needed now was him by her side. He felt shivers all over his body every time she breathed deeply on his chest.He hated how she made it feel, how she made him feel that before her his world was all crumbled.

He was there since forever just looking at her in case she needed him or a frog to turn to a prince. Her hands started shaking with trepidation in her deep slumber, panic took over and he  had to go get a doctor. The last thing he  needed was his face in all media houses about a corpse of a beautiful girl in his room. Her face was pale as she moved her head side to side in fear not opening her eyes. Brad felt weak on his knees, having all kind of weird thoughts in his mind. In his blurry state he ran out of the house like a crazy guy and headed to the down hallway to get Dr Contango, she needed medical attention.

It all seemed like a dream or a film. When they got there she was no where to be found and the bed was neatly made. Frustrated raking his fingers through his hair, Brad had to come up with a good reason to explain how he wasn't on drugs.

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