Chapter 17

"Watch your steps."

Eric said, as he opened the door for her and watched her step off the car. Twas hot that day.

She was dressed in skimpy yellow gown which revealed the radiance of her laps and the swells of her bounty boobs. She was hot.

That made Eric wonder if he wouldn't be made a barbecue by either of them: the sun and Ishbelle.

Fact was, he would escape the pangs of the first hot but the second would roast him up and make him swell up a hell even if he was in a room with a million installed air conditioner.

"Thank you."

She said as she walked a bit about the garage, flexing the weight of her butts.

"Damn! Your house is HUGE."

She stuttered. You could tell that that was intentional and would take responsibility for the lagging on the word.

He wanted to reply her with,

"Damn! Your BUTTS are huge."

But no, that wasn't the right thing to say. He played on what she had said.

"Not like huge-huge you know."

He said, blushing under the sway of her smiles and getting heat up under the rage of her curves.

He was trying to stay focused too, but there was no way he could walk in a stray shoes. He knew that.

"Let's go in. It's hot out here."

He added and watched her walk before him.

Even heaven knew that he hadn't done that in respect of her, but to have a good view of her round and protruding butts. He felt like making pillows of them.

He would soon, and forever. He knew that. He only had to go through some sane courses and get back on what would earn him the dough.

They got to the door, after climbing the stairs and all.

He rushed to get the door for her. He opened and she walked in.

For the first time, he caught sight of the parting at the end of the gown behind. That mouthed the rage of her bogus thighs.

A part of him told him that she wasn't having panties on, but he would ignore that. He was just hallucinating. Twas because of what he wanted. Probably he was thinking too much.

When he got on the track, he would figure out. He wished they would get there that day.

He had simply only just been able to talk her out of the odd thoughts she was having about his past. About the crazy lady who almost ruined their lunch.

She had simply agreed to follow him to his house. He had no idea why. He didn't even know what they were doing in his house at that moment.

"This always look new to me everytime I come here."

She said looking around as she sat on the chair closer to the door.

Her eyes were twirling and twerking and spurling and whining.

"It's normal. It's just your second time here."

She looked at him at that,

"Nope. I come here often."

He was shocked. He wasn't expecting that. What was there to expect. She had just spilled what was an outright lie. She probably was just joshing.

He shouldn't keep tormenting himself. He should share with her of course.

"Nice joke."

He said amidst chuckles. But she kept peering at him determinedly. He was beginning to freak out.

"And now you're becoming creepy."

He added and laughed again. He knew her for her funny jokes.

She looked away from him at that time.

That was really wierd. Twas way too early for them to have that wierd little moment. Com'on.

He should fill in the gap. He thought of something cool to do,

"A moment, let me grab some drink. Juice?"

"Cool."

She said and watched him walk towards the door. Then there was a call on the door.

An alarm. Someone was outside.

"Is Cortana sleeping?"

He muttered. She should be the one to had given him an alert and even describe who the person was.

Oh! He remembered. He had almost forgotten that he was at odds with the crazy bitch. That was illogical.

He shouldn't be at odds with a mere AI, com'on. That made him even more childish than he had ever thought.

He turned from getting the drinks and walked towards the door,

"Sorry, I'll be back."

"Cool"

She said. He walked past her.

He opened the door. He looked, there was nobody there.

He stepped outta the door and closed the door behind him. He was at the balcony.

He looked down the height, there was no scene.

He didn't want to take chances. There must be something wrong of course.

He walked down the stairs. His house wasn't so crazily big that he wouldn't have something to note. It was huge.

He got down and walked towards the gate. He looked through the security cam. There was nothing there.

He sighed.

"Cortana."

He walked up the stairs again and muttered,

"How do I even let myself get fooled over and over again?"

As he took two steps up, he turned and looked at the Lamborghini he had driven in.

The driver's door was open. He played his face sideways in thoughts.

"Damn! Love would save, lust would kill."

He pressed his pocket. The remote control was there. He brought it out, punched a key and the door helped itself down and closed.

He dragged in another barrel of air and walked up the stairs. He got there and opened the door.

As he entered, he was shocked at what he saw.

There were three men in Black hoods seated on the chair facing the TV set and Ishbelle was before them dancing and twerking.

He didn't know what to think.

One thing was the fact that the men were dressed neatly like some G-12 unit guys with hot sneakers and tough joggers.

Music was on. He looked towards the table and saw an MP3 sitting on the table. He was sure that the three men brought it with them.

Ishbelle turned towards the door, in the mood and saw him. As soon as she saw him, she stopped dancing and dropped on her knees crying,

"They made me."

She said.

Eric was raged and was walking towards them when he heard a bang,

"I said don't stop."

The man sitting in the middle of that chair had shot her.

Then the three of them stood up immediately, with their rifles.

"No one gets to keep her."

They said and walked towards the door.

Eric was all over Ishbelle, trying to wish that twas all a dream. Twas like a trance. He couldn't make a meaning of anything. He seemed like a silhouette.

"Oh! You can keep the MP."

The same guy said and was going to get the door when Eric ran and was going to swing himself on them. He couldn't, he heard another gunshot.

The cable holding one of the chandeliers had been shot. Twas the chandelier under which he was standing. He could had been a victim If he hadn't been smart.

The next thing he heard was noise of the door being jammed and sirens blaring outside his gate.

He ran and opened the door but the folks were no where to be found.

Maybe or not Cortana had called the cops, it didn't matter to him.

He ran back in to see if he could help the Ish lady, but she was hit hard.

He screamed.

Then he heard vehicles of the cops driving into his compound.

Cortana let them in.