KAYE @ 30 Not Their First Meal

It's so warm and comfortable. I love this. It's been so long since I've had a warm body wrapped around me. I want to sleep even more. Alarm clock, please don't chime in just yet.

Just when I'm about to go back to dreamland, I realize something which snaps my eyes open. Warm body? Comfortable? There's reason why I haven't felt that way in so long though. I was divorced for years. So...

"What the..." I push the old man away from my body and fly off of the bed which causes him to stir awake. "You! Hey! What are you doing in my room? In my bed? What did you do to me?"

“So noisy!" He grumbles while rubbing his squinted eyes before putting his coke-bottle glasses on.

"What did you say?" I flare up. "You! You, old pervert! I can't believe you have this intention all along! My poor chastity!"

"What?" He looks up to me in disbelief. "If anyone here has dirty intention, it sure won't be me!" He glares at me to my chagrin. "Anyway, I'm hungry. Feed me."

He demands so easily as if he's used to be the boss. I grit my teeth so as not to get even more riled up. As he stands by the bed, the blanket I draped over him last night drops to the floor. I quickly pick it up while thinking miserably I might become his slave if he stays longer in my house.

As I right my posture, his pajama bottoms also fall down around his ankles. Instinctively, I snap my head up to look and I almost spit out my own heart. I jump away in shock. Jesus!

"$hit!" He shrieks uncharacteristically before pulling up his PJs to his waist.

However, curiosity wins as I stop his hands from putting his pajamas again. I stare at his groin in awe. But he quickly slaps my hands away before punching me by the face.

"Ouch!" I clutch my nose and look up to him. "Why the hell did you do that?"

"Why, you ask?" He scowls while gripping the waistband of the pajamas. "Why were you ogling at my thing?"

"I was just..." I stop and grab him by the shoulders, staring him down to make sure. "The hell! This can't be. You... How old are you?"

"W-what?" He stammers with wide eyes. "Why would y-you suddenly a-ask?"

“You got smooth skin. No hair no wrinkles. Your di¢k even looks like a baby's." I hold his face with both hands and squint through all the hairs. "Don't tell me you're actually underage? Tell me! Did you have a fight with mommy and ran away from home?"

"I didn't!" He tries prying my hands away but I only raise his face up a little. "I said, I d-didn't. P-please..."

"Ah, $hit!" I push him away at the sound of his trembling voice. "Damn you! You're just a kid! Pack up and leave! I don't want to be accused of kidnapping.”

"I told you I didn't run away!" He stomps his foot petulantly, depicting a childish manner. "And I'm already twenty-one!"

"No. I think you're just ten. Go back home and don't disturb me anymore." I say with finality before leaving the room and get to the kitchen.

"Are you kidding me? You're accusing me being a kid with my height and beard?" He bickers after me. “Besides, what about what you did to me last night? You hit me with your truck!"

"Oh, Kaye, you're awake?"

"You're here?" I frown at my mother that's currently making breakfast. "I told you not to come here if it's not emergency especially this early in the morning."

"What else should I do then if you've taken all of my work at home? I get bored so easily... Oh, who's this?" She looks behind me with curiosity.

"He's not important." I quickly answer while taking a glass of water.

"I heard him say you ran him over your truck."

"Don't exaggerate..."

"Yes, he did!" The hairy guest chimes in. "But instead of taking responsibility, he tries running away."

"What?" I and my mother exclaims in unison, me in rage and my mother in disbelief. "What the hell are you spouting about?" I demanded. Don't go accusing me of horrible things in front of my mother!" I turn to face my mother apologetically. "I told him that we should just settle this monetarily but he refused." I then turn to the other person once again. “I don't want to be involved with whatever $hits you're running away from."

"Are you that apathetic to not help someone in need?"

"Ok, people quit shouting so early." My mother snaps, cutting our banter in an instant. "Let's have breakfast first and maybe introduction. I'm Czarina Robinson, Kaye's mother."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am." He approaches my mother and, like ice cream, melts into my mother's touch. "I'm Bright..."

"Ok, that's enough! Don't tell me you're actually telling her that your name's Bright and Cheerful?" I snicker. "That name alone reeks of suspicion so excuse me if I don't trust you at all."

"Bright and Cheerful you say?" My mother repeats in astonishment. “Don't you mean Cheri Bright? The renowned novelist, Cheri Bright?"

"Oh, you're familiar with my works?"

"Of course!" My mother holds the man's cheeks and her eyes dramatically water like she just had a reunion with her lost son. "Wow! Wow! Is it really you? I mean wow! I can't believe it! After all these years!" She blinks, stopping abruptly and pulls her hands away. "I mean, I'm your number one fan so I'm sorry if I get excited like this. Can I ask for a picture and autograph?”

"I'm so flattered. Of course you can have them."

What the hell! Renowned novelist? It's true that I haven't been in touch with the current events lately that's why I never heard about his name. So he's not Bright and Cheerful but Cheri Bright. Jesus!

“What kinda parents would give that kind of name to their kids?" I grumble to myself, unknowingly saying it loud enough for them to hear.

"It's just a penname, Kaye." My mother answers with a shake of her head. "It's understandable that Mr. Bright won't easily give his real name and identity to random people. It's for his safety after all." She turns to bearded guy once again. "Oh, speaking of your works, I was so amazed that you're only in your teens when you made your debut. Not long after that they've made your works into movies. I'm currently following your serial movie right now. I'm usually into drama but your works are exceptionally wonderful. I've already read the book but there are a lot of scenes added in the TV series which are exhilarating! The suspense is really killing me!"

"Ah, yes. You're right. I've added a few tweaks but they're just fillers in truth. The main plot and characters remain the same though. I'm happy that you like them, ma'am. It's what I aim for, to entertain my fans of my stories."

"Oh, no! Don't call me maam. Just Cha-cha is fine."

"Cha-cha. Then please call me Cheri, too." He grins so wide, looking suddenly cozy around someone else's mother.

“Hey, hey! Enough of that. Let's eat coz I still have to leave to settle some things." I cut them both off as I start digging although they continue chatting comfortably, ignoring me deliberately.

I look at the two people in front of me as if they're the actual mother and son pair. The picture suddenly tickles my mind and a sense of déjà vu envelopes my senses. This somehow feels as if it had happened in the past. When was it again?

"Oh, by the way, I saw a few hundred bills on the table earlier." My mother interrupts my thoughts and the memory easily escapes my mind. “I put it on the basket together with your keys. Why do you leave money so carelessly like that?"

"Money?" I repeat with a frown.

"Oh, that's my payment for dinner last night. I really do appreciate your son's cooking. It reminds me of my childhood days. That's why I've been coming back to his food truck at Shelton Park.”

“What? You touched my merchandise last night?”

"Why are you paying dinner when my son should be the one to compensate you for attempting a hit and run..."

"As I've said, I didn't try to run away after the accident.”

"Well, whatever. As long as Cheri won't file for a report against you, you should do whatever he asks for. It's the least you can do for what you did."

"Huh! Whatever he asks for?" I repeat mockingly. "Who knows what might he want to do to me. Besides, how sure are we that he's really the person he said he was?”

"Now, now. It's not like Cheri would ask you for money. He's loaded. Didn't he pay you for last night's dinner? Also, I didn't see any problem when you invited him to sleep with you in the bedroom last night. He clearly only wants your food, then just feed him until he's satisfied. Poor boy, he has no one to look after his meals.”

"I absolutely didn't invite him to bed..."

"Enough already! You always like to argue that's why you're easily misunderstood. Eat, just eat. Cheri, you eat lots, ok?” Mom taps his hand and resumes eating and talking to him.

I glare at the hairy man at my side and my anger just amps up at the sight of his smug smile. Damn him. I want to kick him outta my place as soon as possible.

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