Pierced Rose - Episode 8

 

Reginah  woke up only to find the space where Brad had slept was empty. Did she have another relapse?? Did she freak him out when snoring??  Questions were trailing in her mind as she went to the bathroom, picked an extra toothbrush and brushed. Took a shower and wore the bathrobe that was lazily lying on top of the sink.

She walked  towards the kitchen and found Brad doing a weird dance with his hips and waist around the room. He was too busy to even notice she was looking at him.

"That one person lied to you, you can dance. Do you know that??" Reginah teased  heading to where he was standing.
"Morning gorgeous, how are you this morning??" Brad retorted ignoring her statement  smiling.

"I am good," Reginah jumped onto the counter and stared at him legs crisscrossed.
"Damn, she looks good in my robe and smells like me. I feel like kissing her right now." Brad said barely in  a whisper and  Reginah heard him.

"Thanks  for the compliment and I have to smell like you since used your mint shower gel dummy." Reginah replied chuckling and  Brad looked down with embarrassment.

They were there just lost into each other's eyes as the room was filled with silence. All you could hear is the sound of food heating up.

After a few minutes, Brad served the food." Dear, come have breakfast."his eyes staring deep in her.
"Your bowtie pasta look and smells nice."Reginah honestly acknowledged his skills taking a seat.

"I know right," Brad boasted, sitting beside her as he immediately dug into his food.

"Why buy food and you can cook???" Reginah's curiosity snapped out,"and this pasta is so tasty. From now on Bowtie pasta is one of my favouritos."

"Boredom, why waste time to cook food for one person? Waste of resources." Brad's smile turning into a smirk.
Reginah only shook her head slowly in approval, he had a point. Why waste time cooking for one person??

"Brad let's hurry up we will be late for school," Reginah hissed placing her hand on Brad's.
"It won't hurt to miss a day." Brad pointed out dryly...
"Excuse you??? I can't miss school, i am under scholarship and I have to get to work later.."

"By work, you don't mean Club Ace right?" Brad's eyes narrowing into slits.
"Yes, where else Brad. I gotta pay bills." Reginah said groaning.
"You don't remember somebody assaulted you yesterday," Brad clenched his fists as his face became rigid.

"What do you care?"I demanded.
"Yesterday," placing his fist on his mouth trembling," you said we are friends and all I am doing is just looking out for a friend but now I am sure you never meant it." Brad pushed  his bowl aside, slammed his palms on the counter, stood up and walked past her murmuring as they rubbed shoulders.

She might have crossed the limits. He was just coming through as a friend and here she was acting like a incompetent a-hole.

"Brad wait, I am sorry," Reginah quickly jogged to him.
"What, I got it. Its your life and its a crime to interfere and a death sentence to care." Sadness clouding his features. His words made Reginah's heart sink. Was he that mean??

"Brad, I don't want you to stop caring. I love it when you do it. You are the sweetest person. Let alone person, a friend I have ever met." Reginah let out a heartbreaking smile. 

Brad shrugged staring at their now intertwined hands. Reginah shrieked in surprise, laughing as he held her tightly to his chest, caging her in his strong arms," What are you  wearing for school???"

"I don't know Brad, I can't wear your clothes. They are too big and people will be suspicious." Reginah stated,  trailing her hands along his back, feeling the hard lines of his muscles.

Brad lets her go as his eyes widen in surprise before his face is pressed against hers, their mouths locked into each other, wrapping her arms around his waist,"I have some clothes you can choose from Dear," Brad said trailing kisses down her collarbone making Reginah slap him on the upside of the head.

"What's that for?" Brad cried pulling back and taking few steps away from her.
"For being naughty," Reginah added.
"It not like, you didn't kiss me back. You did."
The naughty look reappearing in Brad's eyes.

"I didn't wanna sound rude," Reginah rolled his eyes and laughed dryly.
"I know you wanna hurt my feelings but I wont let you." Brad beamed walking her to his room.

He tilted his head forward resting it on hers," Let me be your stylist."

Brad  pulled back, staring deep into her eyes for a moment and kissed her quickly running away to the closet and getting some designer dresses out.

"Brad, how comes you have a lot of designer dresses???" Reginah stuttered, checking them out.
"It's from the girls who spend time in my house.." Brad stammered looking away embarrassingly.
"And you want me to wear one of them???" 
Brad nodded foolishly.

"You are a fool Brad Muigai, me Reginah Mumbi to wear a dress that belongs to one of your whores???" Reginah thundered, slapping his arm.

"You should lick some sugar, to have sweet words come out of your mouth." Brad replied breathlessly , kissing her cheek.
"Don't try been sweet with me, take me home or I will go on my own.."
"Will you go with a bathrobe???" Brad teased her.
"Brad, this is not funny..We are getting late."
"Okay, I will change and you can wear my sweat pants and shirt.. then we will pass at your home, you change then we go... Or should i dress you???"
"Fool." Reginah laughed heading to the other room to change...