Chapter 5 05

SALLY

I was just about to set some food aside for that ungrateful freak back at the hospital when my phone began to ring. At first, I ignored it. It could be one of my Dad's customers.

My Dad is a florist who goes to the city to sell his flowers every weekend. Most times, Morgan goes with him, and some other times, she stays at home going butterfly hunting.

My phone rings again disrupting my thoughts. I quickly washed my hands and scuttled to my phone. By the time I got there, the call had ended.

It was an unknown number. I was scared, worried, and at the same curious. So I let curiosity get the better part of me and I quickly called the number.

It was answered on the second ring. I got goosebumps all over my skin when I spoke twice but heard nothing from the other person.

Next, I heard that deep masculine voice. It sounded husky and masculine I wanted it to repeat.

But, did he just call me by my name?

Who could this person be? I wondered as I asked to know who he was.

Morgan walked in with wide eyes, curious to know whom I was talking to.

"Give me your house address.." I heard next. I snouted.

Who is this fellow that goes about asking for home addresses? He should be unserious.

I hissed sharply and hung up.

"Who was that?" Morgan asked as soon as I dropped the phone.

"I don't know..." I gave her a shrug and returned to the kitchen.

The phone rings again, "Sally!!" Morgan yelled.

"Leave the phone, Morgan. I'm busy," I yell in return.

The phone rings again. This time, I could hear Morgan's sharp, chatty voice as she spoke boldly into the phone.

Next, she comes running into the kitchen. Her eyes twinkled with happiness, "It's the man."

She spoke rather excitedly and joyously.

The man? The one from the hospital?

I grabbed the phone from her hands, "How did you get my contact?" I retorted sharply, shocked.

I bet he had a smirk on his face as he replied, "That shouldn't be of concern now. I need your house address.."

Wasn't he supposed to beg or plead but it sounded more like a command?

I felt a rush of fury and I let all hell loose, "Who do you think you are, Mister?"

He remained silent but I continued.

"First, I saved your sorry ass. Paid off your bills, always checked up on you, prepared food for you, and always prayed for you, and all you had to do was act like it was nothing," I said at a stretch, letting out all my bottled fury. I took a deep breath before I continued.

"I don't want you in my house. I have helped you and saved you. I don't need your appreciation or thanks anymore... You can have them all," I said again.

"Don't hang up.." His voice was calm and gentle, making my hands freeze as I was about to hang up.

"Give me your house address. I need your help," This time, he says the words gradually and calmly.

"My help?" I snorted, "I have offered more than I could for a person of your kind," I spoke my voice still bittered.

I hear him exhale slowly, " It is urgent Sally. I need your help," He says again.

This time, it sounded like a plea, but I wasn't appeased. He should use the right words.

"Sally, please let him have our home address," Morgan whined, pulling those cute doll eyes I couldn't resist.

"It is very urgent, Young Lady," He continued, maintaining his rudeness.

Reluctantly, I let him have the house address and he hung up without saying 'Thank you' again for the second time.

Who is this man? He needs to be taught good manners.

I turned to Morgan, whose face was painted with a silly smirk, "Is he coming over?" She asked, her eyes radiating expectantly.

"Coming over? That's impossible. He is still indisposed."

Morgan whined.

" Don't sit there whining. Come give me a hand!!" I screamed at her, and she sluggishly dragged her feet towards the counter.

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It was past Six pm already, Morgan had her eyes on the path leading to the house. After the phone call with the rude man, Morgan has been waiting expectantly for him.

She skipped butterfly hunting today, that's something she rarely does. I sat at the dining table with her eyes hovering over her as she released a soft sigh and began to pace at the doorway.

I took pity on her. I have tried telling her severally that he wouldn't visit. But, she still got her hopes high.

I felt my Dad's warm hands curl around my shoulders, "Do you think he would still come?" He asked, worry impinged in his tone.

I gave a shrug and rubbed my arms. I was also getting weary and tired of waiting.

"I think you should call her in. She can't sit out there in the cold," he further added, stooping low as he sat on the cushion. I nodded slowly and rose to my feet.

I walked to her. I placed my hands tenderly on her shoulders, "Morgan?!"

She looked up to me. Her eyes were somewhat glossy and sunken.

"Come in dear. He isn't coming over," I tried to coax her.

Like the speed of light, I watched the disappointed glint in her eyes vanish into a happy and radiant one.

"He's here!" She whispered.

I reeled around to see him walking out of a flashy Maybach car. His jaw is well chiseled and rigid. His demeanour is stoic even as he trudged gracefully and manly.

His muscles bulged and moved under the tight fitted shirt he wore. My knees went weak and numb.

I fixed my gaze on him as he walked towards us with another man.

Oh gosh, this man is steaming hot. I felt a throb in my heart as he stood before me. I felt hot under his hooded amber orbs. The way he stared at me made me lose my voice.

"Hello," Morgan waved frantically trying to gain his attention which he had on me. Slowly, he moved his eyes from me.

I simply melted, staggering backward. I had to hold onto the door frames to avoid stumbling over.

"Hello," He returned Morgan's greetings with a warm smile.

He smiled!!

My head swirled. It seems he doesn't always smile.

"Come in," Dad gestured, waving him in.

Morgan held his hands and led him into the house. I stood there staring at him like a moron.

I heard someone clear their throat next to me. I jolted and quickly turned. My face turned pale and white.

"Hello," A man wearing black french suit said, beaming widely. I returned the beam and walked into the house.

"How are you feeling now, young man?" I heard my Dad question out of care. The man's face remained unreadable.

He only nodded in response. Morgan bumped into me as she walked in with a plate.

This man has a commanding aura. My father simply gave a nervous smile and turned his eyes in my direction. I was about to divert into my room when he called for me.

"Hey, Sally, come over."

I couldn't resist. Not when the glint in his eyes showed fear and tremble. I won't let this man put fear in my Dad.

With a resolved mind, I turn back to the dining table. I took my seat and soon we were eating.

Although, The man declined our nice offer of food. He was given a nice plate of fruits which he ate softly.

Well, just him but the man with him slurred his pasta nosily.

"What is your name, Dear Sir?" Morgan's tiny chatty voice breaks the ice of silence.

He turned his gaze to Morgan whose smile was wide. Her eyes twinkled brightly and she waited for his reply.

The room went cold-quiet as ice as we listened keenly to hear his name, well not everyone just me.

I release a short scoff. As usual he remained mute.

"With time, You will get to know my name," He said to Morgan who simply recoiled.