Page 12 of Maid Fohr Love
“Wait. There, there?” Ko’s voice hiked and brows lifted to nearly touch her hairline.
“Yes. And, I’m starting to think this wasn’t such a good idea. I’m not sure what I was thinking.”
“You were thinking about your bag, sis. There’s nothing wrong with that. Besides, you were only going to be home alone for however long, anyway. Why not enjoy the company of a rich man with a face that one could stare at for hours.”
“Yet, he’s staring daggers into the side of mine, every time he thinks I’m not looking. This was a horrible idea. Do you know that he tried to put me in the room that I told you about?
“The one that holds all of his dirty little secrets? I don’t get it. That’s the master suite and where he sleeps. I’m wondering if he is indicating–"I went on and on, but Ko quickly interrupted.
“Do not go off the deep end. And, let’s backtrack for a second. Don’t just skate past the part about him staring at you.”
Of course she’d caught it. Ko didn’t care much about anything else I had told her. It was the fact that I seemed to be the subject of his attraction that had my face in flames from the smile that tore through my features. I wanted to know more, and I hoped Ko would let me have it.
“He makes me uncomfortable, Ko,” I openly admitted, knowing that I could be completely honest with my little sister.
“I know one thing, Kit. You’ve never had an issue removing yourself from situations you felt inclined to so I won’t ask if it’s the good uncomfortable or the bad uncomfortable. Your discomfort isn’t because he’s doing anything out of the ordinary. It’s you, Kit. The minute you called me last night, I knew I’d get a follow up call like the one we’re currently on. You like him.”
“What?” I shrieked. “No. Of course not.”
“Kit.” Ko pressed, convinced of something that I wasn’t sure of myself. She had to be lying because there was just no way. This was Fohr we were talking about. Mr. Heartbreak himself.
“KO!”
My voice was unrecognizable. High-pitched and squeaky. My cheeks burned. Red and rosy. My palms sweated. Clammy and slippery.
“Kit.” Ko remained calm.
“Ok, I’ll admit that he is uncomfortably handsome, but to say that I like him is a bit much, Ko.”
I cringed, hard. I already felt like I’d said way too much. Ko had a way with twisting things or digging far too deep within them that had me wishing I’d just shut up already. But, I couldn't. I didn’t keep secrets from Ko, even if it meant her driving a nail in the coffin.
“Okay, maybe it is but I don’t think that I’m wrong. You don’t see it yet. That’s all. Maybe it’s the next phone call I’ll receive that you’ll finally realize.”
See, that was the thing with Ko. She thought she could predict my future. Though she was mostly right, she wouldn’t be this time.
“Keep it up, and I won’t call you back at all,” I warned.
“But, that’s untrue because I am your favorite of the quintet.”
“Goodbye, Ko. Go brush your teeth and wash your girl parts.”
Before she was able to respond, I ended the call.
Me? Like? Fohr?I could feel the contortion of my face at the thought.Of course not.
Longingly, I pushed out a full breath of air. Already I was missing home and the solace it brought. It was my comfort zone. The room that I’d chosen was equipped with a sleigh bed, one that I was in love with. It was possibly the most vintage piece in the entire home. Everything was modern, up-to-date, and shockingly intimidating. Everything except the bed frame that I rested my head against and folded my arms across my midsection a few inches from.
Exhaustion tugged at my body and brain as I stared at the framed art on the wall in front of me. It reminded me of the beauty that rested within the talents of every human on earth. I truly believed that each of us were born geniuses. The world we are born into happens to strip most of ours before we’re able to realize it.
Fohr.
He possessed the strength to knock the fastest ball from the field. And as if that wasn’t enough, he possessed the charm of a God, even without saying a single word. I wasn’t sure if the second was even a talent but it definitely felt like it.
The last thing I wanted to be was another homerun. For once, the speed that God had gifted me with would come in handy. I’d treat this as any other track competition that I prevailed in, in middle school, and run until my victory was met.
You’ll be fine, Kit.You’ll be fine.
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