Chapter 3 Meeting The Twins

Emily's P.O.V

I arrive home feeling exhausted and hungry. I used the little money I had left to take a taxi home.

Steve must have been sleeping when I returned. He did not come out to yell at me like he would on previous occasions.

Without checking my purse for my apartment key, I turn the doorknob to the right, hopeful that Phoebe is at home, and the door opens slowly.

"How did your interview go?" I hear Phoebe's voice from the bathroom.

"How many times have you showered today?" I ask her, deliberately avoiding her question.

She walks out of the shower, her pink towel tied around her still-wet body.

"You didn't get the question. Did you?" She asks again, but this time, I can see the stern look in her eyes.

I sigh. "I have another interview tonight at his place."

"He definitely wants to make out with you," Phoebe affirms as she takes off her towel and applies lotion to her skin.

I chuckle softly. "No, he doesn't. He just wants to know how good I am with kids."

"And also know how good you are on the bed," Phoebe mocks.

"Say whatever you want but do wake me up before 9 pm," I inform her and fall on our bed, not bothered about the clothes which I had worn to my interview as I drift into a beautiful nap.

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"Ashley! Wake up, you sleeping beauty."

Phoebe's voice rings in my head but I do my best to ignore it, tossing and turning on the bed, but she wouldn't let me continue my sleep.

"Ashley! Get up!" She yells again.

I yawn loudly before sitting upright on the bed.

"Why are interrupting my sleep?" I ask her.

Phoebe raises an eyebrow at me.

"Didn't you say you have an interview at Mr. Lorenzo's house later tonight?"

"Yes, I did. Which is why I asked you to wake me up before 9 pm," I utter.

Phoebe raises a hand to her temple and sighs.

"Think it through," she mumbles.

I ponder on her words for a moment and the sudden realization that she had woken me up before 9 pm hits me.

"What would I ever do without you?" I ask her as I stand from the bed and quickly take off the dress which I wore for my interview in the morning.

"That's simple, you would go late for your job interview and end up not getting the job anymore," Phoebe teases and I giggle.

I decide to take a shower and freshen up before anything else.

I spent over twenty minutes in the shower, which was faster than I would on a normal day.

I dry my body and apply lotion to my skin, being conscious of the time as I got ready to leave the house.

"You are so going to be late," Phoebe declares, and I look up at our wall clock to time.

It is already 9 pm, which means Mr. Lorenzo would still be leaving the office.

I pick out a dress, a blue sleeveless gown that stopped just above my knees, and I take a black denim jacket to go with it.

I didn't want to look like a slut while going to a man's house, especially since he had kids around and who knows when his wife would get back from work.

"Playing it safe with your dressing?" Phoebe asks.

I nod my head in approval. "I don't want to get in trouble with his wife."

"And what if he's not married?" Phoebe asks.

I won't lie, that very thought had crossed my mind a lot of times, but I always dismissed it as the reason for his having twin couldn't just be from a one-night stand with a lady in his office.

"I'm going out Phoebe, I'll be back tonight," I inform her and exit our apartment.

I walk down the busy streets for a while, waiting for a taxi, but I wasn't able to get one. I guess none of them would be willing to drive down to my street this late at night after what happened to the last taxi driver.

Being hopeful, I remain where I stand, and, to the best of my luck, a taxi comes speeding down the road.

I flag it down and he stops down the road just in front of me.

"Why couldn't you just stop beside me?" I murmur and walk up to the back door.

I get in and check my purse for the address to Mr. Lorenzo's house.

I had it over to the driver and he was hesitant at first.

"Are you sure a lady like you should be seen there?" he asks.

"And I don't see how that is your problem, sir. You either take me where I want to go or I get down from your taxi," I scuff.

"I apologize for intruding into your privacy," he responds and speeds off.

We arrive at the address after a ten minutes drive. It is a grand five stars and I find it hard to believe that he would live here with his family.

I get down from the taxi and I am greeted by a man dressed in a black suit.

"Miss. Ashley, please follow me," he announces, and I hesitate before doing so.

He leads me to an elevator.

"Go to the penthouse floor. That's where Mr. Lorenzo stays," the man informs me before disappearing.

I arrive at the penthouse floor and open the door before gently without knocking.

"Intruder!" yells a little boy with a toy sword in his hand.

"Attack Captain Jake!" yells another boy who emerges from what seems to be the kitchen, adjusting his glasses.

Before I realize what is going on, I fall to the ground on my butt.

"Ouch!" I yell in pain.

"Victory!" both boys yell, but the sudden emergence of Mr. Lorenzo interrupts their euphoric moment.

"Maxwell, Mason, is that how you treat guests?" he asks, his voice as commanding as ever.

I stand to my feet and the boys seek refuge behind me.

"We were just getting to know each other, Mr. Lorenzo," I respond in their defense, but he doesn't listen to me.

"It's very kind of you to try and cover for them, but they know what they have to do," Mr. Lorenzo responds and the boys summon the courage to stand before him.

"Apologize to Miss. McKale," he demands and they both turn their attention toward me.

"We are sorry, Miss. McKale," they chorus together and I smile warmly at them.

"Go to your rooms and brush your teeth, Miss. McKale will be with you shortly," Mr. Lorenzo declares and they scrabble to their bedroom.

"I apologize for their behavior. They boys can be a handful most times," Mr. Lorenzo says to me, his voice calm and soothing.

"It's nothing to worry about," I respond.

"Well then, I'll leave you to tuck them and get them to sleep. That's your final interview," he informs me.

"How long do you think it's going to take?" I ask him.

"I am not sure of that, and as such, you will spend the night here with us," Mr. Lorenzo informs me, and the world seems to go blank in my head.