Trouble

Danny

My eyes are fixed on hers as I stare at her motionlessly. Why did I come back? Why is there something too familiar about this girl? And for chrissake, why am I staring at her like this? Am going to freak out. She blinks severally and my lips curve into a smile. And again WHY?

I get over the trance when she closes her eyes and tightens her lips to a line and regains my frivolousness and withdraws from her.

"Don't get flattered crazy, you're not my type, so I could never kiss you" I tease her with a serious tone. She scoffs and takes a step forward, so her breath is directly at my chest.

"Fucker" she curses under her breath.

"Just fuck off already, I've got work to do" she walks inside. Oh my God, she just called me a fucker. Someone just called Danny Seth a fucker. My fuse arises and I rush inside my car and zoom off.

Get a grip, Danny! A little girl's word shouldn't get you this fussed. Just a fucking word. She looked so familiar. Her hot breath. Her unique cerulescent eyes. Her long dark straight hair. Everything I could think of. But why don't I Iust after her just like every other girl that's pretty and whom I find attractive? Probably 'cause she is not my type.

A few minutes later, I step out of the car and walk into Andrew's house. The environment is calm and cool. 

"Good day sir" Donald, Andrew's cook greets and walks past me. He knows I don't ever reply. A male cook? That's crazy for me. I prefer to have big butts in my kitchen all the time, instead of some hideous same-gender asshole making me breakfast. The food tastes better when a lady serves it. Reminds me of Michelle, the cook I had in bed, even though she was good it was disgusting to fuck my cook, so I paid her off and made sure she never came near me.

"Hey man," Andrew greets crashing on the couch. 

"That girl that had my shirt, Diane, you don't think she is familiar?" I ask curiously.

He raises his head and looks at me for a while with a 'how the hell' face. 

"No, I've never seen her in my entire life. Did you go to collect your shirt from her?" 

"Yes I did, and It felt like I'd seen her before. It wasn't any imagination" 

Andrew giggles before saying " there's no way in hell you could have seen such a person before you just fantasizing about having sex with her and it makes her familiar in your head" 

His words eat me up and that's the point. This girl doesn't move the sex maniac in me. It's no use talking to Andrew about this. I think I should do my research on her.

"Yh, maybe you're right. But truthfully, I've never lusted after her before. Let's just forget about it, and talk about your birthday bash. How is it gon be like" I change the topic and the conversation goes on and on.

…..

After wearing my pajamas, I pick up my phone and call Suzanne asking her to do a little research on Diane. I jump on the bed without turning the lights off. My room would be hell if I do. Then my phone screen shines brightly in the room indicating there is a call. I pick it up from the nightstand and answer the call disinterested in the caller.

"Why would you call someone at such an ungodly hour," I say as soon as I pick up the call.

"Am so sorry son, I just needed to talk to you" my father's voice comes from the receiver.

"Dad?" I mutter.

"Since I called at the wrong time and I need to talk to you, I'll just rush on my words" he pauses and clears his throat.

"I'm so sorry I've not been calling, I'm mostly sorry we lost the sweet father and son bond we used to share, because of my always busy shits" 

Reminds me of my teenagehood.

I thought he just said he wouldn't beat around the bush. What's with all these affections or did he call for this?

"You're getting older, son and my sources say you still have no interest in marriage"

Sources? The hell! Who the fuck has been monitoring me?

"So I'll be visiting soon with a surprise bride" I know he would have a hideous smile on his face right now.

"Good for you, firstly tell your spies to stop the shits they are doing or I'm going to kill them all, next you can keep your hideous surprise bride 'cause I'm never going to get married so I won't have to end up as lonely as you are when she leaves me for some probably gloomy reasons" I try to keep my voice nonchalant as I speak even though I am boiling in anger. Who gave this man a reason to think he could think of a bride for me? 

"I know it doesn't sound right to you, but my friends, the biggest shareholders, are all presenting their daughters with huge and enticing prices and the whole shit is messing up my head, so you need to get married else I'll take down your five stars hotel" he threatens. It's not a joke he is damn serious.

"Hell no dad, there is no way in hell you're doing that," I say through my teeth.

"I'm coming over, be prepared" he hangs up. 

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I jump up from my bed and pace around my room. My phone rings again and I pick it up,  Dad changed his mind. Great. 'Cause, How is Danny Seth going to get married? To whom?

"Thank God you changed your mind," I say over the phone.

"No, no not at all sir, I already got a few pieces of information" Suzanne's voice comes through the receiver and I huff.

"Okay, go on," I manage to say.

"She is Diane Biggins, daughter of Jane Edwards and Daniel Biggins, with two siblings Anna and Jeff, she works like a horse to support her mom and siblings since her parents are separated"

"Daniel Biggins?"

"Yes sir, that's her father's name, he is the owner of.."

"She is the daughter of a murderer" I murmur. Her father caused my mom's accident