𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
"Can I come in?"
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𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐑. 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐒.

"So," Miranda sipped her iced tea

I swallowed my food which was steak and rice. "Yes?" I looked up at her.

"How old are you ma'am?"

"I'm Twenty seven on my good days." I chuckled softly

no one laughed.

Mr. Anderson cleared his throat, "Kali here is nineteen."

"You could be my daughter." She chews her food

No.

"I'm grown."

"I'm sure you are."

Mr. Anderson cleared his throat to get rid of the awkward silence. "Right, what is the reason you're staying with us?" She glares

I took a second to respond, I dropped my fork onto my glass plate causing it to clatter. "Well, my adoptive mother is toxic and I don't want to stay in a home like that."

"She treats me differently-

"What about you're birth mother, where is she?"  she interrupts

"Uh.."

"Kali never met her." Mr. Anderson spoke up for me.

"Stop speaking for her babe, she got a mouth of her own."

I gulped.

"Well, I--

"Nevermind that, how do you like the food?" she interrupts again

"Well if you let me finish talkin- 

Mr. Anderson eyed me as he cleared his throat, "The food is delicious." he chewed his food for me to see.

"Hmmm." he hummed as he eyed me

He wanted me to do the same as well but I didn't want to because honestly it taste's like 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. "It's okay," I replied

His wife stared at me stunned. "What?"
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I wrapped the towel around my wet slim thick body.  

"How long is she staying here for!?" His wife yells from a distance.

The fuck is she talking about me for? I hurried and ran to the bathroom door and placed my ear against it so I could hear their conversation from the inside.

"Until she's financially stable to leave."

"She needs to leave now, she's being disrespectful."

"I think it's the other way Miranda, hm?" 

"Are you fucking serious?"

"You know what? I don't got time for this, you can fucking sleep in the other master bedroom." He replied

I moved my ear away once I heard footsteps getting closer, and a knocking sound arrived at the door. "Torres."

"What?"

"It's yes."

I rolled my eyes from behind the door, "Yes sir?"

Silence.

"Yes?" I asked again

"Uh, you're clothes are on your bed." his footsteps disappear.

Thank you.

I opened the door and ran to one of the guests' master bedrooms, the cold air slapping against my wet skin caused me to shiver.

I closed the door from behind me to be face to face with Mr. Anderson, he was sitting at a desk in his room- which was possibly his office.

I froze in my stance gazing at him, "Wrong room." he grunted

"Yeah, I see that." I chuckled nervously

I stood there with my towel clutch around my chest gaping around his nice space. "Nice room," I said nonchalantly

"Kali get out," he replied clearly annoyed

"Right." I rushed out of his room.

What the fuck Kali.

"Your room is in there," Miranda spoke in front of me with her arms crossed.

She spooked me a little causing me to jump, "Like he said, Wrong Room." she continues

"I know, I'm sorry it was an accident."

No, it actually wasn't, I already knew where his room was because he had shown me earlier.

Miranda, I want your fucking husband.

I walked past Miranda who still had her arms crossed annoyingly, "Good day sir, I mean Ma'am." 

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I laid on my bed scrolling through Twitter on my phone, I was laughing and liking different tweets that were relatable.

"Laugh out loud." I said to myself

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋
𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄..

𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑                       𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

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I declined the phone call and went back to scrolling on Twitter, Jae and Dylan were probably up to no good and I didn't want no part of that tonight, it was 8:00 pm and I needed my rest. 

I lay my head down on the pillow and shut my eyes tighter, feeling the stress and exhaustion of the day weighing heavy on my mind. I want to sleep, but as soon as I close my eyes, my mind starts going wild. Thoughts of Mr. Anderson and his dominant presence flash through my mind.

I wake up suddenly from a thought about my teacher, Mr. Anderson, and my heart is racing. I feel like I can't take a deep breath or get a hold of my thoughts. Everything feels so chaotic and out of control. I jump up out of bed and rush to the bathroom, where I splash water on my face to try to calm down.

Kali Torres walks towards a room down the hall and knocks on Mr. Anderson's door, waiting for a moment. "It's me Kali, can I come in?"

After a few seconds, his voice echoes from behind the door, saying "I don't care."

Kali walks in and sees him sitting at his desk, his laptop in front of him. The room is immaculate and well-organized. She notices that the bed is across from the desk and her eyes are instinctively drawn to his bed. It looks very inviting and comfortable, and it only adds to the feeling of comfort and serenity within the room.

Kali makes her way towards Mr. Anderson who was behind his desk, he quickly closed up some Tabs on his screen.

"What we're you watching?" I eyed him

"I wasn't watching anything, I was doing business, is there a reason why you're in here?"

"There is a reason actually,"

"Hm." he takes his glasses off goggling my features.

"Can I sleep with you?"