Chapter 9 One Night Stand

• Chapter Nine
• Kayla's POV
• Bruce stopped in his steps when he saw us glaring at each other. "What's going on here?"
• "Nothing." We answered in unison, still staring at each other.
• Bruce shook his head, loosening his tie. The housekeeper turned around to look at him, finally breaking eye contact with me. "Oh, Bruce. I thought you'd be coming back later."
• I could hear the fake sugary tone in her voice. She had been using a rude tone with me but switched up immediately after Bruce appeared.
• "Well, I'm here now, Theresa."
• Theresa. Even her name was annoying to hear.
• "I've been telling you to call me Tessa for years."
• "Your mama gave you Theresa, so I'll call you Theresa."
• She giggled even if I couldn't find what was funny. Was she just sucking up to him? Why was she sucking up to him? "Of course, Bruce." And why was she calling him by his first name? Wasn't he her employer? Shouldn't she be addressing him by Mr. Bruce? "Who's this by the way?" She cocked her head towards me.
• As the minutes passed, my dislike for her was increasing. It was obvious she didn't like me as well.
• "I already told you, Theresa." I bit out. "My name is Kayla."
• "That's your name." She replied, equally as sassy. "Not who you are."
• "I don't think it's any of your business, Theresa."
• Theresa opened her mouth to clap back but Bruce intervened. "Ladies." Both of us looked at him and he sighed. "Theresa, are you just getting here?" He asked, looking at the bag around her shoulder.
• "Yeah, should I prepare dinner?"
• "Of course. I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower." He announced, walking past us and going out of the living room.
• "Have a nice shower, Bruce!" She called out, looking directly at me as the words left her mouth.
• I scoffed, retiring to my room. Since there was no TV inside my room and I was bored, I picked up my phone and called my best friend.
• "Kayla John, you must be fucking kidding me," Amelia screamed into the phone.
• I pulled the phone away from my ear slightly, knowing I would go deaf if I didn't.
• "Why didn't you tell me you were leaving for Italy? I came to visit you and I only heard it from your dad?"
• Okay, I may have forgotten to tell her I was going to Italy. "I'm sorry, Amelia. I got interrupted the day I was going to tell you and ended up forgetting."
• "Uh-huh."
• "Believe me, Amelia. I would never keep any information from you. You're my best friend!" I exclaimed.
• "You still left me to stay in Italy." She grumbled.
• "It was a last-minute decision by my dad. He thought it would be good for me."
• "If you say so." I could imagine her rolling her eyes as she said those words. "What exactly are you doing in Italy though? And where are you staying?"
• "That's the interesting part."
• "Tell me everything!" She squealed in typical Amelia fashion.
• As instructed, I told her everything that occurred when Bruce arrived at our house for a meal. I also revealed to her that he happened to be my father's best friend but we still fucked after finding out that information.
• Being the bad influence she was, she encouraged me, even asking when we were going to fuck next.
• "I don't know. It seems like he's not interested in me anymore."
• "If he wasn't interested in you, he wouldn't have fucked you Friday night. He wouldn't risk his friendship with your father like that."
• I bit my lip, not knowing what to say to that. Bruce was acting indifferent to me since we fucked last. Before I could respond to Amelia, the door to my room opened, and just like before, I hung up immediately.
• I scowled when I saw that it was Theresa. "Can't you knock?"
• "Food is ready. Bruce said I should get you."
• "I am not hungry. You can leave."
• "You aren't hungry or you don't want to eat because I prepared it?"
• "Fuck off," I said, gritting my teeth.
• She didn't seem surprised by the harshness. She merely shrugged before leaving but didn't close the door. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down.
• I closed the door and went back to my bed before I called Amelia back, apologizing for hanging up without warning. "No problem, babe. Just continue telling me about that sex on legs. Now that you guys are living together, I'm sure you'll be satisfied properly."
• I shook my head as she switched to face time so she could see my expression while I talked about him.
• The conversation eventually shifted to a different topic as she told me what was going on back in America. She told me about a party she and some of our other friends went to on Friday; the same party she was coming to invite me to before finding out I was in Italy.
• Long after I'd finished talking with Amelia, my door burst open again.
• I groaned in annoyance. "Does no one know how to knock?"
• "Why didn't you come for dinner?" I bit down on my lip when I heard Bruce's voice. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him.
• "I thought your housekeeper would have told you that I wasn't hungry."
• "When was the last time you ate?"
• "It's none of your business, Bruce."
• "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Kayla."
• Reluctantly, I turned around to look at him.
• "You are my business. You are living under my roof now."
• "I am not a child."
• Bruce scoffed. "You might as well be one with the way you're acting."
• "Whatever. I already told you I was not hungry and that's it. Thank you for your concern. Close the door on your way out."
• Another scoff escaped his mouth like he couldn't believe me. I also couldn't help the way I was acting but I was just so annoyed by that housekeeper of his and the fact that he was entertaining her.
• "We'll be going to the company tomorrow." He informed me. "Get ready by eight."
• He didn't wait for me to respond to him before he left my room, banging the door shut on his way out.
• Oops, I guess I made him mad too.