His Cure

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“Make it spicy.”he mouthed.

Beatrice nodded before moving out of his sight.

She took the stairs down and went to grab a tray in the kitchen and poured the fries in it.

She sat on the couch, took the remote control and switch on the television.

She took a fry and dipped it inside the ketchup before dropping it in her mouth.

She closed her eyes in ecstasy as she munched on it.

Yummy!

She opened her eyes and took her phone then started typing.

Her eyes moved so fast on her keyboard.

The Tv made a sound when it was fully on and she stole a glance at it through her right eye. She took the remote and switched to a music channel with her left hand thumb still gliding on her keyboard.

She drops the remote and heaved a sigh at the sound of Taylor Swift’s music.

His face pops into her head and that seems like an energy drink. She might really burst out due to the great amount of joy she felt in – between.

Besides, her Fl is giving her so much joy.

Getting married to a Mafia?

What is she thinking?

She would make her experience a bittersweet one.

Haha…

“I deserve some chocolates.”she whoops.

“Amelia, don’t hate me too much.. you called the shot. I’m only trying to make it alive for you.”

She packed some fries inside her mouth and crunched on it rapidly.

She drank from her cup of milk and breathed out.

“This is it. Fun.”she exhaled and giggled as the ideas just keeps flowing in.

The doorbell rang and she huffs.

What the hell?

Not now, please.

She took her eyes off the direction, deciding to ignore the bell.

It rang again and she cursed out loudly and threw the pillow on her thigh down to the couch in fury.

“IntrovertBoy, you expecting a visitor?!”she yelled out to him hoping to receive a response but none came.

Ugh. Why was she even asking when she already knows he is an arrogant freak.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

She stomped towards the door and whacked the door opened before leaning on the wall next to it.

She met a tall handsome man with three kids, no, triplets. Out of them, there is only a girl.

They look so much alike tho.

“Stop staring at us like that?”the girl rolled her beautiful eyes to the left with an angry pout.

Beatrice looked on to the next one and he gave her a hard glare.

“Have you no manners, lady?”he passed off a rude remark.

Beatrice scoffed and took her lips in.

“You… you weasel. Manners?”she brushed her hair back, while trying to curb her anger.

“Come on, you’re both the mannerless ones here. She is old enough to be our mother.”the last one uttered.

But as much as that sounds good, it sounds pretty much like an insult too. A humorous one.

“Are..”she trailed off.

“Who are you tho?. I’m here to see Gregory.”the man finally spoke up, interpolating her speech.

She stared up at him and all the anger she was feeling and has felt all died down.

He.. he is damn handsome.

His full eyebrows and pink lips are worth dying for.

His nose looks so small and her hand itches her to poke it.

“Checking me out?”he laughs.

Oh, his laughter is so beautiful.

Was he brought out of a book?

If that is so, he is definitely the Mateo in her romcom novel,”Love me again.”

“C’mon, I’m a married man, with kids.”he grins.

Her mouth opened slightly.

“Then, stop smiling like that to other ladies when you know you’re married. You are just being a flirt in disguise.”the words rolled out of her mouth.

When she realized what she just said, it was too late.

“Excuse me?”he scoffed, straightening his brows in a hard frown.

“This lady must be really out of her mind.”the girl tsked.

“You bet it. And, did she just drool?”the brother added.

“Hey, guys. Be nice to the lady.”the nice one defended.

The man stepped closer and her eyes widened as she watched his lips just about a two inches away from her.

“Never. Not in this life. You’re not my type, by the way.”he brushed her aside and went inside.

Beatrice blinked her lashes fastly and gave a nervous chuckle.

“Me?, hahaha. Who said you were my type of man also?”she said and felt silly instantly as the kids eyes all snapped up at her.

“Don’t tell me dad is trying to cheat on mom with this no – good lady.”the girl said to the other and also walks in.

The rude boy followed her after giving Beatrice a dirty look.

The third one sighed.

“Don’t be bothered by them. They are seriously a pain in the ass.”he offered her a gummy smile and feeling a little but awkward, she almost bow to him as he walked past her.

Gosh!

Those rich spoilt brats!

She stepped inside and shuts the door.

Their father already went to meet Gregory up in his room, it seems.

The triplets are heading that way too.

Who are they tho?

And, can she just allow them in?

What if they have a bomb with them?

“Oh my God!”she exclaimed but instead of running upstairs to inform Gregory or whatnots, she ran to her phone instead.

“Great idea!”her eyes beamed with smiles.

She resumed her typing, feeling more energized.

Oh, well. The spoilt kids just inspired her too.

She is going to include them in her story.

They should be the nephews and niece of Raphael.

She gobbled down her drink and shoved some potato fries in her mouth.

Some minutes later, she heard footsteps and she looked up to see all of them descending the stairs.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Who is she?”the man threw a quizzical look to Gregory who in return widen his eyes in… anxiety? Shock?

*Which of the two.*Beatrice wondered.

“She?”he snickered.

“She.. she is just a she. Someone not so important. Let’s just say she is a cook.. my cleaner. Pay little attention to her.”he let’s out.

Beatrice’s face fell in disappoinment?

Someone not so important?

Come on!

I make him excited, so why I’m i not important?

He said he cannot live without reading stories and as the one who writes one for him, she is inferior?

Life.

Why do people always regard the writers as unimportant when they are the ones that makes them forgets their sorrows by creating a different world of sweetness or magic?

*I shouldn’t get myself fazed with that. This is a contract anyways. I get my money, and I walk away.*she pacified herself.

“Can she be trusted with my kids?”

Her eyes shoots up at him as he took down the last step.

Kids?! Care?! Will they be staying here?

“Just take your kids with you, Harry, if you feel uncomfortable.”Gregory sighed.

“I’m hurt, uncle. You don’t want us around?”the little girl moue her mouth in melancholy.

“You bet a thousand dollars with it. You all will definitely frustrate the hell out of me, especially you, Kiara. With you around, it’s a goodbye to peace. No peace at all.”he chuckled.

“Now, I’m sad. Make it up to me.”she folded her arms on her chest and came to sit on the couch opposite mine.

“How?”he tickled her and she laughs hysterically.

He carried her up in his arms and Beatrice wondered why she is just seeing the flowery tattoo that went from his wrist up to his arm.

It looks unique tho.

“Fire that lady!”I heard.

Jesus! What? Fuck!