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Kruze
I hate moving, and what I hate worse is moving back to my hometown, but when I got the call that my dad had had a stroke, and my mom needed help caring for him, it was a no-brainer. Luckily for me, my job has a branch here, and I was able to come here and take over the COO position. I don’t need to work if I don’t want to. The investments I participated in paid off a thousandfold, but I like working and keeping busy. The movers unpack the last box and leave as quickly as they came; they worked quickly and efficiently to get me moved in and set up in just a few hours. I have a lot to purchase since I left quite a few things behind, but still, they were worth every penny. I have an interior designer coming to decorate this house, and the penthouse I bought in downtown Chicago. That set me back a pretty penny, but so did this house on The Gold Coast, but if I have to be back here, I am going to be comfortable.
My parents will be moving in here with me until their house can be upgraded with the modifications my dad needs. This is why I need the other house. I can’t bring dates back here with my parents under my roof, and I know there will be times when I need to get away. I have lived on my own since I went to college. I was so adamant about it that I worked two full-time jobs so that I wouldn’t need a roommate. So having this place as my only home and having my parents here is unacceptable. Personally, I don’t see why my brother couldn’t help out, but his ass is a spoiled brat, so I guess I am not surprised.
I take a look around the more than twelve thousand square foot home, some of the décor is dated but the potential to be amazing is there and I hope the interior designer can bring my vision to life. I head to the primary suite to shower and change clothes before dinner is delivered, but my phone ringing interrupts me heading into the shower.
“Are you here yet?” the voice on the other end of the phone asks.
“When have I ever been late?” I retort.
“Ugh, you are such an oldest sibling. It’s disgusting.”
“What do you want, Legend?”
“I can’t call my big brother to see how he is doing?” he asks, and I stay silent, waiting for the real reason for his call.
“Uh, well, here’s the thing, I lost my house.”
“Excuse me?”
“I lost the house, so I have been staying with Mom and Dad. Once they move into your home, I will be too.”
“The fuck you will!”
“Kruze, I have no place to go.”
“I am not in the habit of supporting grown-ass men. Figure it the fuck out.”
“I didn’t ask you to support me. I just asked for a little help.”
“Help like the job I got you, the house I bought for you, or the car I paid for?”
“That was years ago. I haven’t needed your help in years, and besides, who do you think has been helping Mom with Dad? She can’t lift him and all of his equipment. I have been that’s who. I lost my house because I was paying for all the extra medical debt our parents incurred. In the end, it was selling my house, so our parents didn’t drown in debt and live with them or turn my back on them.”
“I have more than enough money to have paid for Dad’s medical bills. How come no one asked me?” I ask, genuinely confused.
“Mom didn’t want to burden you any more than they already had asking you to move from Washington DC back to Chicago to take care of Dad, sell your house, leave your job, and pay for their house to be remodeled. She felt like they already asked for too much.”
“Then it doesn’t look like I have that much of a choice, does it.”
“You don’t have to sound so happy. Don’t worry, I won’t be at your house for long. I have a few things in the works, and if they pan out like I think they will, I’ll be out of your hair in a matter of months.”
“Another get-rich-quick scheme?”
“I am not looking for your advice or approval, brother. I just wanted to give you a heads-up that I would be coming with our parents. I’ll see you next week,” he says before promptly hanging up the phone.
Growing up, I busted my ass for every inch, and my parents gave Legend any and everything. On top of that, our six-year age difference, contributed to us not being very close, but perhaps it’s time to change that. I mentally note adding more food to the grocery list before finally step inside the shower.
Trinitee
This is one of the biggest projects I have ever taken on. Usually, it’s a family home or a townhome. Granted, they are usually well-off customers, but to have a home in the Gold Coast, an apartment in the Downtown Loop, and another in Lincoln Park! It will be enough for me not to have to take another job for a few months, plus it will really put me on the map.
I gather my electronic tablet and the pen, making sure both are charged up and drop them in my bag. I double-check my appearance in the mirror, making sure not a single strand of hair is out of place, my make-up is flawless, and my professional outfit. I jump in my car and head to my appointment at Mr. Morehouse’s home.
Pulling up, I have to take a breath to steady myself, the outside of the home is stunning, and I am dying to see what the inside looks like. I take one final look in the mirror before grabbing my bag, heading to the door, pushing the doorbell, and waiting. When the door opens, my breath literally gets caught in my throat, looking at the specimen standing before me.Get it together, please, Trin.
