章節 172: chapter 172
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I woke up the next morning which was Saturday my father's security wasn't at his usual spot underneath my breath I thanked God, at least our little talk last night got to him that I needed space, at least someone was listening in this house.
I grab my robe I can't go downstairs with transparent sleeping linen except I want to piss my father off which I will have great delight in it.
I rushed out of my bedroom only to see Cash downstairs in the dining area eating disappointment washed down my face and I became irritated instantly, suddenly I took a proper look at him from where I stood he looked different I said.
he wasn't wearing his regular black suit, or black Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses. From where I was standing holding the stairs barricades. A white tan top and joggers with a black Pam.
He took his plate and headed to the kitchen I found amusement in watching him, he hardly spoke two words and was very strict, the other security were scared of him and he hardly mingled with them.
I descended the stairs spying on him. He picked up his phone no idea what he was typing on it when he picked up another invisible Beat by Dre headphone and plugged it in his ear, well that works for me although my Fendi loafers wouldn't make any sound on the installed brick.
His lips were moving which meant he was singing words to the song, I had never seen him in such spirits with tattoos snaking from his neck to his head which was bald like Travis Baker the professional drummer.
I was enjoying the fun. He did the dish himself, I was already down the stairs still spying on him, I had no idea why I was doing this but I felt like it was creepy.
He grabbed baking items from the cabinet I didn't know what they were, even back in our mansion the chefs and housekeepers did my things, I hardly do anything but go to school, go shopping, and throw parties, my mom was quite used to my lifestyle because daddy wasn't always home.
I didn't know Daddy would restrict me from a lot of things, now sometimes I had to pick out my laundry because housekeepers were short father couldn't risk employing like he does, his business associates who might be the ones who betrayed him and based on his trust issues with the Russians. Those fucking blood-sucking Russians I cussed under my breath.
I watched Cash crack three eggs into the bowl went over to grab the mixer and turned it till it was smooth, he fetched two cups of flour, a teaspoon of baking soda, sugar, and vanilla syrup, added everything together then mixed it again.
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