❤❤Oh My Candy💋💋
Written by Quinn Blessing
“You’re okay?” I asked her.
“Do I look like I’m not?” She threw back.
“Well, you..you look beautiful tonight,” I said.
“I’m always beautiful right from the day I was born,” I said.
I smiled. “Yeah you are right.”
She raised her brows. “What?”
“I mean, I’m sure you are right. You just have been beautiful from little,” I said.
She picked the glass of wine. “Yes.”
I smiled. “Let’s enjoy this dinner, shall we? My cook put his best in making this tonight.”
“I never asked for it, I’m here to work,” she said.
“If you have to work, you need to eat to work,” I said.
She said nothing again but took the spoon and fork and began eating.
I stared at her for a minute with a smile on my face.
She’s become so beautiful and s£xy.
Her eyes and her hair that I fell for, they are still so charming just like they were seventeen years ago. No, they became more charming.
“If you keep staring at me that way you may end up not eating your dinner,” she said without looking at me.
‘How did she know that I’ve been staring at her?’
“I think I should eat this dinner,” I said with a smile.
A minute was spent just eating then I broke it.
“Who did you get your beauty from? Your dad or mom?” I asked.
“My mom.. She was really beautiful,” she said.
“Wow…so what about your dad?” I asked.
“None,” she answered.
“Oh…well I’m my father’s replica. I only have my mom’s nose,” I said and that made her look at me, chuckle then faced her food again.
“Thanks for this dinner, the meal was wonderful,” I said after the meal was finally over.
He smiled. “Yes it was.”
‘His smile… fit him so good. His eyes are so cute’
‘Wait… I can’t admire him. No way’
“So….actually this dress is pressing on my body too much. I gotta go change it. I don’t dance with something so tight on me,” I said.
“I’m sorry about that. Can you come back after changing?” he asked.
“Well…you want the dance here? I have no problem with that,” I said.
“Okay…I’ll be waiting,” he said.
“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” I said, stood up and walked away.
Once I got into my room, I pulled off the gown and went for a bum short and crop top.
I dressed my hair in my own style, slide into my heel and walked out of the room but saw Sean standing at the corridor.
I slowed my steps then stopped.
He began walking to me.
‘Even his walking style is so nice…Candice what’s wrong with you… ‘
He got to me and smiled.
‘Is he always smiling?’
“I just got an urgent call and I won’t be returning on time. Feel relaxed. Whatever you need, make a call to Diego. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said.
“So…you mean, no dancing tonight?” I asked him.
“Actually yes. But there’s still tomorrow and more days. Then have a good night Candy,” he said with a smile, then turned and walked away.
I breathed out. “Better”
I walked back to my room, pulled off the heels and jumped on the really comfy big sized bed.
“I’m really going to have a long sleep tonight, it’s been a very long while.. This is nice,” I said happily.
“Hey why will you leave a s£xy woman in your mansion and come here to be with me?” Mark asked as he opened his door and I went in.
“I’m not here to be with you. I’m here to give her enough time to go to bed.. I want her to get a really good sleep. I wonder the last time she had that,” I said as I pushed a throw pillow and sat down on the couch. “Get me anything to drink.”
“I’m gonna take whatever you bring to the table, hurry up. I’m thirsty,” I said.
I looked around.
It’s my first time in Mark’s house and I don’t see any computer or system around.
“Where are they?” I asked him.
“What are they?” he asked.
“Computers,” I said.
“You don’t expect to see them at the sitting room, do you?” he asked.
“I did but not anymore. You told me you don’t get visitors,” I said.
“Well I just did, you. Aren’t you privileged? You should be honored,” he said.
“I guess so,” I said.
He came back with a bottle of wine and glasses and in no time, we were drinking together.
“…so you mean you are not going to let her strip dance for you… I mean, you won’t let her shake that big booty of hers just inches from you. Aren’t you going to regret that?” Mark asked.
“I have no reason to regret cos she’s mine,” I said.
“Come on Sean you can’t just stay two days, three days, four days with a stripper and think she won’t force the dance on you… You can’t tell me not to touch a system in two days, that won’t be possible just like it won’t be possible for a stripper not to dance in two to three days, you get me?”
“I know how to do this… I just want to give her a few days before revealing myself to her. If I let her strip dance for me and then I later reveal myself she’d feel I used her and I don’t want that. I want her to see me as I different person. I love her and I want to make her mine. I wanna spend the rest of my life with her,” I said.
“A stripper, yeah. I know and I don’t care,” I said.
“What if she’s in a relationship?”
“I will make her break up with whoever it is,” I said.
“That sounds like you are desperate,” Mark said.
“Yeah I know. That’s because I’ve waited for so many years and it won’t end in vain. She’s right there in my house and i’m going to make her mine,” I said.
“Sean, I dug more into her profile and found out she has a daughter….from Tony, Tony Adonis” he said.
“Yes. She had a daughter with your rival, Tony Adonis,” he said.
“Tell me more,” I said.
“Well, I didn’t find much information but the relationship has been over for the past four years. I don’t think they dated for so long or should I just say they didn’t date at all. If I’m asked to guess, I would guess that it must have been a few times together and she got pregnant for him. She must have fallen for Tony and didn’t wanna abort the child but Tony has no feeling for her and paid her off or discarded her. I tried hacking into information about it but there was none. Everything had been wiped off with no trace of what happened between them,” Mark said.
I shut my eyes tight, opened them, gritted my teeth and with the fury in me, I hit the wine glass on the table and it broke with a huge piece piercing deep into my palm.
“Oh Shit! Sean!” Mark shouted.
I was in a dream.
I saw myself back to eleven years old and in Feddell Middle school.
School was over and I was suddenly looking for my best friend, Halsey from blocks to blocks. I was looking for her all over the school yard till I ended up at lonely parts in the school yard but instead of finding Halsey, I found a fat boy being bullied by two boys.
The two boys were pouncing on him, kicking, hitting him and cursing in him.
The fat boy looked helpless so I had no other choice than to go help him out.
“Hey boys, what is happening here? Let him go,” I said after taking a few steps towards them.
The two bullies stopped and turned to me.
The fat boy couldn’t turn, his face was down.
“And who are you, little bitch?” The boy at the left with short dark hair asked me.
“Let the fat boy go. I’m sure he did nothing wrong,” I said.
Both boys chuckled.
“What? He did something very wrong,” the other boy with long brown hair said. “He’s refusing to give us money that he owes us. He refused to do that so we would beat him till he can’t breathe anymore.”
“I know you too. You are always taking money from weak students in this school. If you don’t have a death wish, let him go right now,” I told them.
They laughed out.
“And what would you do?” asked the short haired one.
“Final warning, leave him,” I said.
“No way.” they said and began beating the fat boy again.
I dropped my bag and breathed out. “Since you want it this way, fine then,” I said and with fury, I jumped on them both, kicking them and blowing off their nose, cheek, mouth and their testicles.
In a minute, both of them were on the floor, groaning.
The fat boy was still sitting in the floor with his face down and his hair covering his hidden face.
I picked all his books, dropped them into his bag and dropped the bag beside him
“Can you get up?” I asked him and he nodded.
“Then do that and leave now, go home,” I told him.
He slowly stood up with his face still hidden.
“Thank you,” he said, picked his bag, turned and hurried away.
I turned back to the bullies, the short haired one was trying to grab my leg. I kicked his hand and he yelled out in pain.
“Stop bullying weak people like him, you brats!” I spat at them, walked back to my bag, grabbed it and walked away to continue looking for Halsey…
I woke up from the dream….
That wasn’t just a dream, it was a memory from seventeen years ago.
But how could I dream of such a memory.
After that day, I never saw the fat boy again and I didn’t even care about that.
But why’s the memory back in a dream?
I never thought it for long before drifting to another sleep.