Chapter 3: Duffle bag bomb

Chapter 3: Duffle bag bomb

Demi picked up the cleaning equipment she left on the floor and turned towards the door when she stopped and asked a question.

"I am fired, aren't I?"

Blake turned sharply to the door and watched her. He was fast losing his temper. His eyes narrowed at her and his nostrils flared. "What do you think?"

"I am fired, got it. Can you not be a dick and give me back my job? I kind of need it more than you" Demi reminded him.

"No" Blake shook his head. He couldn't believe she just called him a dick to his face in the same breath she asked for her job back.

"Sayonara then Mr. Loser"

Demi nodded and slipped out the door before he could say a word. It was time for her to transform back into her fake rich life.

Demi made it to the station where she dropped her Gucci bag and she headed home. With the day she had, she wished it was evening so she could stop by a bar for a few drinks but somehow she was suddenly tired, anyway.

She flagged down a cab and entered.

Home was a building in Manhattan; it was an upper-class building with a doorman, a resident lounge, yoga room and her personal favorite - a fitness center. It cost Jackson a fortune and she did her best to contribute when she had a job. It was expensive but it also gives them access to a package room, a conference room and a 24 hours concierge.

It was a premium apartment in Manhattan New York city called the Lantern, five minutes' walk to the train station and in an inspiring but charming neighborhood.

Demi simply gave a nod to the doorman's greetings and entered the elevator to her floor. She ransacked her bag until she found the door key and pushed her way inside.

"Hello house, It just me and you again!"

The apartment had most amenities every girl could kill for, kitchen aid stainless appliances, a shinnoki granite walnut cabinet, quartz counter-tops and a Bosch washer and dryer.

She entered her room and stripped down to just her panties and bra. On her way to the bathroom to take her bubble bath, she caught a glance of herself on the mirror and stopped.

"Today can't get any worse now, can it?"

She watched herself for a while trying to fight back tears. She had been fired twice in two months that has to be a record now, right? But then technically she hadn't been fired the first time but the law firm she worked for went bankrupt and they had to let go some of the lawyers including her. She was on her way to be a kickass lawyer and now she can't practice law because of the stupid contract she signed when she decided to work for Ryan and Bryan law firm. And until she can wriggle her way out of the non-compete clause in her contract she has to settle for doing menial jobs.

Demi let out a breath and relaxed "What can't kill me better run! Blake Rivera, I am coming for you…maybe not now or in the next five years but I am coming!"

Demi had a striking oval face with blue eyes and lips, a tad bigger than average that makes people especially men stare at her a tad longer than normal like they were thinking of wicked things to do with her body. And while she couldn't exactly be called slender, she had a body she was comfortable with. She was also a natural red hair too. She continued to the bathroom to soak in a much desired warm water.

She barely made it out of the bathroom and put on a T-shirt and floppy slippers, when the doorman called to inform me that she had a delivery and if he could send the delivery man up.

Ten seconds later, the doorbell rang and she opened the door to meet the most beautiful and biggest roses she had ever received.

"Oh Jackson" Demi smiled and gave the delivery man a tip.

She closed the door with a smile on her face and dialed Jackson's number but he didn't pick up.

"Thanks babe" She murmured before she got a vase from the kitchen and placed her roses. She was about dialed Jackson's number the second time when the doorman called her again that she had another delivery.

She smiled and asked him to send the delivery man up and hung up before he could finish. She dialed Jackson's number again when her doorbell rang and she opened the door to find a weird looking delivery girl standing there.

She was barely standing upright and reeked of alcohol. She was a brunette with a nasty scar on her forehead and the T-shirt she was wearing had a faded logo that could have belonged to a delivery company maybe sometimes in the nineties. Her lips pouted and her hands rubbed against each other in an itchy kind of way.

She appears to be in her forties with tarts everywhere. She was carrying a duffle bag. She was also holding a piece of ruffled paper and she wanted Demi's signature.

Demi's first thought was, what was Jackson thinking sending someone like that to deliver another surprise anniversary package to her?

"Are you Demi Aaliyah Macks?" The weird looking lady asked.

"Yes" she simply muttered.

"Please sign this"

She placed the papers so close to her face that Demi had to take a step back to write her name and signature.

She was almost done signing when Jackson picked up his phone.

"Hi babe, I received the flowers you sent to me. They are my favorite and you really didn't have to send another gift to me" She said as she raised her index finger to stop the delivery woman from making a sound.

"What are you talking about Demi? I didn't send a second gift to you… just the roses"

Demi became apprehensive.

"Let me call you back Jackson" she ended the call.

Her gaze seemed to penetrate the lady's skin at least enough to make her agitated.

"Who the hell are you?" Demi asked with a serious face.

"You know how people pay other people to do chores for them? They even have an app for it called chore-simplify. Well I answered an app notification for a chore and this weird looking gal wanted me to deliver a package to a rich gal in Manhattan for a hundred bucks. So here I am...with your package"

She was finding it difficult to make sense of what the delivery lady was talking about when she dropped the duffel bag on the floor. Demi's first thought was that Blake Rivera's sent a duffel bag bomb and she lifted the nearest weapon to defend herself - a lamp.

The lady opened the bag and Demi heard it move and then it whimpered. It wasn't a duffel bag bomb; it was something much worse …a baby.

"Demi Aaliyah Macks meet your nephew Noah Macks"

Demi felt air leave her lungs.