9 Tension in The House 3.3

Miranda banged on the door begging me to hurry. I guess I had very little time. Still I wanted to make this count. I know I was being stupid and god knows I said I would never let a guy think of me as only a piece of ass again after I escaped that life, but I didn't like being looked down upon as a kid. Especially by that man.

I step out waiting for a respond as Miranda circles around me gushing. I look for my Target he is nowhere in sight. What the fuck, seriously. I did all this because of him and he's gone. I stand there frowning.

"Own dear don't frown like that your face will stick that way, and you look just gorgeous today." Miranda praises still floating around me as she inspects my wardrobe and style. I had to admit. Even I thought I had looked good without going slutty. The makeup was light knowing they would remove it anyway, my hair falling down my curls tamed, small silver hoop earrings. I had paired it with my baby blue halter top and mid-thigh jean skirt, a chain belt, lock necklace, and three-inch black wedge dress shoes. Was first time I would use the words hot when describing how an outfit looked on me even with my past and now moment ruined. I sigh hanging my head.

I start to head for the door like a normal day then pause look back over my shoulder, "Where's the you know." I gesture high into the air. Miranda looks at me weird then opens her eyes big.

"Oh, you mean Mr. Thug." She hisses not hiding her dislike for him. Yep he definitely wasn't here, she wasn't brave enough to talk trash when someone could over hear her. "He said Dodger would be meeting us at the radio station for today's interview that he had family matters to attend. Irresponsible if you ask me taking a job then skipping out on the second day and leaving it to someone else."

I listen to her words as I look around the living room all the trash bags where gone. The dishes where cleaned and drying and the clothes and trash where nowhere in sight, the room was spotless.

"Family matters, huh." I whisper to myself holding my hand up over my mouth. Is that why he looked at me like a kid. I try to imagine him with a wife and kid somewhere. Is that why he pushed me away when he kissed me. Guilt over cheating on his wife, and he might be going to mess it up by telling her about a stupid kiss. I can't help wondering. I don't even realize when Dodger comes to great us and during the radio broadcast for the interview, I got lost in thought several times.

"Jenny what on earth," after I have been scolded for the tenth time on the cat walk for the late-night rehearsal Miranda finally was worried.

"I'm sorry I say for what felt like the thousandth time, I just need fresh air." I grab the green towel Miranda is holding out and hop off the stage. The black leotard is stuck tight to my body with sweat. I rush out through the dim light studio the other models gossiping and giggling. Why the hell of all days did I need to be so distracted. I slam open the thick metal doors to the studio and step out into the darkness. The buzzing of flies hitting the single outdoor wall light filled the silence. I took a deep breath leaning back into the cold concrete wall it felt good against the exposed skin of my back. The breezy blew making my skirt flutter but I didn't care at this moment that was until I heard his voice.

"You look like your drowning today." I open my eyes and squint looking into the darkness. I see the silhouette of a figure that slowly moves forward into the light. I hold my breath, my heart racing. I shouldn't have come out here alone but I needed to get away, more I stayed in there and listened to all the smug talk, the more I messed up.

"Stay back, or I'll call the police I shout." The figure stops just before entering the light. My palms where sweaty.

"If you're this scared, you should have stayed inside where there was somebody to guard you brat." I hear almost a mocking laugh. I squint harder hearing his last words drawn out. He steps forward.

"Maliki," I shout almost to excitedly. "Thank god it's just you." I feel the tension release as I sink to the ground not caring if my ass was getting dirty, or that I might be sitting on glass that littered the streets from broken bottles from dumb drunks this time of night. I hear him chuckle more I look up as he comes and joins me down on the ground. He looks so big next to me. I feel the heat off him.

"Want to talk about it?" He asks looking straight ahead. I feel little surprised at his attitude. Like he's comforted woman before.

"Are you drunk?" I narrow my eyes at him accusingly. He glances down smugly with a smirk.

"Nope, but if you want to be stubborn, I can always drag you back inside till you get your job done. One thing that bugs me the most is people who can't do or complete their job properly. It's what your paid for after all. So, you going to tell me, Dodger already told me something was up. He was concerned something happened after I left last night, when I screwed up and forgot to install the security equipment." I looked at him eyes bulging out of my head.

He watched expectantly, he was the reason I was so messed up worrying if he had told his wife or not. Firstly, because it was a stupid kiss secondly because I didn't need that kind of scandal. Which I thought of after brooding all day. If he told her and she reported it to press what a disaster that would be.

"Did you tell your wife what happened yesterday?" I blurted out after a while. Unable to hide the curiosity and dread would a man be so foolish.

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"What?" I shout to her reply in shock. Where the hell did, she draw that conclusion. My head now hurt, and here I was feeling unsure after my talk with Ren.