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“I need you to look at me,” I demand.
She turns her face and the look of sorrow laced with pain guts me. I’m trying to find out why, or rather what did I say that was so awful. I’m not a softy by any means and a girl crying doesn’t do it for me but somehow Aura crying is like a knife twisting painfully inside my soul.
Another tear escapes down her beautiful face. Because Aura is breathtakingly gorgeous. Telling her she was ugly was me being an ass because she wasn’t giving me the reaction I’m used to receiving with other girls.
My thumb softly wipes away her tears. She stands still and I’m relieved that she lets me. The soft touch of her skin shoots an electric current to my hand directly to my cock wondering if her skin is just as soft everywhere.
Leaning close so my lips are close to her ear, I whisper, “I’m sorry to have made you cry. It was never my intention. I’m an ass sometimes.”
I lean closer to her cheek and place my lips and feel the salty wetness. My eyes close because her flowery scent can be smelled off her skin. The way she looks, it’s just perfect. She’s perfect. “If there was something I said that crossed the line, I’m sorry.”
Her eyes find mine again and up close her light brown eyes are striking. I could get lost in them and it scares the shit out of me. The feelings Aura evokes inside me by just meeting her for one day has me all types of fucked up. When I touch her, it’s like getting shocked and the aftermath goes straight to my cock. When I look at her, the same reaction happens inside my pants. When she walks in the room, my eyes follow her like lasers finding a target.
We stand there looking into each other’s eyes until she breaks the spell. “It wasn’t my choice to be here. I’m sorry for barging in your life and I can tell you don’t like the fact that I’m here but neither do I.”
Her words are like a blast of cold air when you’re trying to keep warm. Standing back and giving her space. She wipes her face and takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself.
“I’ll stay out of your way as much as possible. You won’t even know I’m here. I appreciate your apology.”
It is not the words I expected to hear from her but hearing them should make me feel better or relieved, but I feel none of those things but telling her that it's okay will make her think I want her around and that I have changed my mind about her staying here. If she was not attending my school or having her so close and cleaning my room, maybe I wouldn’t care.
In the morning before leaving for school, I seek my mother out looking through the living room, until I find her seated reading the latest magazine catching up on gossip. She hears me approach and lowers the magazine as her eyes find mine and she smiles.
“Good morning, Kalum. How was the first day of school? I hope you helped Aura feel welcome and showed her around.”
I lean on the edge of the sofa. “Good morning, Mom. Actually, that is who I wanted to talk to you about.”
Her eyes blink fast, a telltale sign that she is nervous. “Is everything okay with Aura? You have to make sure she is okay, Kalum. I know I’ve sprung this on you but—”
Getting annoyed with her for not telling me her plans about bringing a girl my age to live in my house, enroll her in my school, and invade my life telling me she is going to be a housekeeper. I interrupt her.
“Where did she come from? How is she here and why is she attending my school?”
My mother sits up straighter getting angry with my hard tone.
“Watch how you talk to me young man. You may be turning eighteen in two weeks, but you respect me and not question my decisions in my own home.”
“You know I don’t intervene with your projects or whatever you plan but I do have a problem when it involves my life. I have football and our coach is drilling our butts this year. This is my senior year; you and Dad want me to take up college and eventually take over the business. I’m fine with it. I have never told you no but accepting a strange girl in our home and invading my space is taking things too far. I don’t want her cleaning my room or attending my school. Out of all the people you could have hired, why her?”
My mother raises her hands and drops them in her lap. “Because she has nowhere else to go, Kalum.”
“What is this? A charity case. I know you like to help in the community but that is her parents’ job to worry about. Not yours.”
“They’re dead,” she deadpans.
The fuck? Aura’s parents are dead? My thoughts instantly go to the girl I have treated like shit since I first laid eyes on her and then the way the guys have treated her. The way Sarah has threatened her. Sarah's threats warning her off me is a warning. Sarah and her little crew of friends if provoked could cause a lot of trouble for Aura.
Then the memory of Aura's words coming back to me. She said if she had a choice she wouldn’t be here. It means to doesn't many options or non at all.
“I’m sorry to have thrown this on you last minute but Aura has no other family. Her parents were all she had. A Camila lives on the other side of Spencer’s and she knows Mrs. Jean from cleaning houses for the Jacobs.
Camila saw that child services was getting involved and mentioned that we needed a new housekeeper, and she gave me a call and told me Aura’s situation. Camila has known Aura since she was young and knew her parents very well. She will be eighteen in three months.
After the bank sold off her home and their car leaving her with nothing, the judge granted me temporary custody for ninety days until she is an adult. She can work only four hours until she graduates for three months. Then after she would be offered the position on our household staff. That was the agreement. She has nowhere to go, and I couldn’t say no. You know how that would make us look.”
I nod, feeling like a piece of shit. Here I am with both my parents, living the best life, living with all the luxuries a person could want, when there are other people mourning the loss of not only one parent but two. I know my mother isn't all that bad and means well in her eyes. She is hiring her to clean. What is more irritating to me is that she is more worried about how people see us as a family for turning down a poor girl in need. In my mother's mind, word would get around and she would be ridiculed for being a snob.
Taking a deep swallow, I ask, “How did they die?”
