Chapter 72 Cheap Seventy
KENDRA
The sound of my ringing phone snatched me from sleep, forcing me to attempt to move on the bed but I felt restrained.
I furrowed my brows, opening my eyes and looking down. An arm is on my duvet-covered body.
I looked to my left and I saw Antonio lying on his belly shirtless and facing the other side, letting out annoying snores.
I rolled my eyes, pushing his heavy arm off me.
I held the white duvet covering my naked body as I shifted my body to sit up and rest on the headboard.
I let out a sigh, staring at my spacious and luxurious room with my sleepy eyes.
The moron snored louder, taking my attention. He is still lying on his belly and facing the other side. His fluffy hair and skillful tongue are the only good things about him.
Apart from those two, nothing.
He literally doesn't know how to use his fucking dick right. Look at him lying here like he did all the work last night.
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.
He is lucky he eats right. If not, I would have kicked him out by now.
My phone rang again, taking my attention towards the nightstand next to me.
I reached for it and picked it up.
Mercedes is the dialer.
I took the call and placed the phone to my ear.
"Girl, why aren't you picking up?" her angry voice came through. I rubbed my eyes tiredly, yawning in the process.
"Other people sleep, Cedes. You know that right?" I asked, putting down my legs.
She scoffed. "At eight fucking AM?"
I picked up my black nightie from the floor and got on my feet.
"We have practice in an hour." she reminded.
I rolled my eyes, holding my phone with my shoulder as I put on my nightie.
"And Ms Peach is coming in two hours. You should be ready to leave by now, Kenzy."
I let out a sigh, holding my phone.
"I am not coming today," I said, heading towards the desk where the remaining wine from last night and two glasses are.
"What?"
"I am exhausted, Cedes. I need today off." I said, opening the bottle and pouring some amount into a glass.
"Exhausted? What did you do last night?"
I picked up the glass and took a gulp, ignoring her question.
"Kenzy!"
I flinched as her louder voice pierced my ear.
"What the fuck, Cedes? Are you trying to destroy my hearing ability?"
"Be serious, Kenzy."
"Geez," I poured myself more wine.
"We can't miss practicing with Ms Peach. You, of all people know that icon barely visits studios. It takes a lot to invite her."
I rolled my eyes, sipping my drink.
"Now she is coming to us, we can't afford to miss it."
"I am not in the mood today, Cedes. How else do you want me to spell that out for you?"
"No!"
I furrowed my brows.
"You have been acting weirdly for days now and I don't understand why. I literally told you your mom has been blowing up my line but you haven't said anything about it," she said,
"I don't want to talk about my mom." I blurted.
"What the...."
"Keep ignoring her calls as much as you fucking can, you hear me?" I asked, walking towards the double glass doors leading to my balcony with the beach view.
"Why is that?" She asked.
I didn't respond but opened the doors and walked towards my balcony rail, sipping my drink.
"It is your mother we are talking about here?"
"I don't give a fuck." I snapped, sipping again as the refreshing wind hit my skin and the beach enticed my eyes.
"What happened, Girl? You have never given this type of energy when it comes to your mom."
"Well, things change, Cedes. Let's just drop it." I said, sipping my drink again.
"Come on, tell me."
"I said drop it." I retorted.
She scoffed. "OKAY. Fine. Whatever. Bottle it up."
I rolled my eyes.
"Get ready and come to the studio right away."
"I just told you I am not fucking coming today. Weren't you listening?!"
"What the heck is with you?"
"Nothing. Just leave me alone!" I hung up, gulping my entire drink.
My mother and grandfather kissing in that fucking pool filled my head, making my blood boil as I clenched my phone and the glass in my other hand.
Xavier came to my mind as well, adding to my anger.
"Ugh!" I threw the glass towards the beach and the glass landed on the sand.
My heavy breathing was beyond my control.
Everyone has gone nuts.
Mom and granddad?
You have got to be fucking kidding me.
And I am still in this damn house given to me by that fucking player!
You don't play Kenzy. No why.
Kenzy play people.
I fucking play people.
I don't get played.
You will regret treating me like that, Xavier.
I fucking promise you.
My phone beeped, taking my attention.
It was a text from Dad.
"Where are you? It has been two days, Kendra. You have an hour to get here right, young lady."
I rolled my eyes, clenching the balcony rail.
"I don't want to be here either." I headed back into the room, picking up pussy's snores as I walked closer to him.
I patted his back instantly.
"Get the fuck up,"
He furrowed his brows, moving and opening one of his eyes as he began to stretch.
"Get up, Antonio."
"Huh? Good morning, baby."
I scoffed. "Get up, get your things, and leave."
"What?"
"Get up and fucking leave. Are you deaf?" I said, heading towards my walk-in closet.
"But..."
"No buts. Just leave," I ordered without looking at him as I walked into my walk-in closet.
I grabbed my jeans, white crop top, and black leather jacket.
I walked towards the shoe area which had a black pair only and I grabbed it.
I haven't fully packed it yet.
I don't know if I will.
This house is getting fucking annoying.
Thanks to the giver.
I headed back to the room and I found the moron still dressing up.
Currently putting on his black T-shirt and looking my way.
"Kenzy, I...."
"You are still here?" I retorted.
"I am putting on my clothes."
"Well, hurry up and get the fuck out." I gestured at the door with my shoes in my hand.
"I can't believe you're being like this after the amazing time we had last night."
I scoffed, placing my hand on my hip.
"Amazing what?"
He opened his mouth to speak but I raised a finger, shutting him up.
"No need to answer cause you will only make it worse. That wasn't an amazing night at all. Actually, in all twenty-one years of my fucking life, I have never had such a terrible night."
He stared at me.
"It was terrible, Antonio. Got it?"
"You said I feel good while you were riding me."
I heaved a sigh, closing my eyes and rubbing my temples.
"You said it, Kenzy. Your moaning face also did the same."
"I was riding you, dummy. Of course, it felt good,"
He furrowed his brows.
"I was doing all the fucking work while you just lay there like a fucking star fish."
His shoulder fell.
I raised my brows.
He took steps towards me. "But you didn't let me...."
"That's because you can't use your fucking dick right."
His face twitched as he stopped in his tracks.
"The last time I had a real dick fuck me, my fucking legs shook," I said as Xavier came to my mind. "If he wasn't a fucking asshole, you wouldn't even be here."
"You have someone else?"
I scoffed. "Just get the fuck out."
"Kenzy...."
"Out." I retorted, scowling at him.
He sighed, taking steps back while staring at me. He picked up his leather jacket from the floor and headed out.
"Fucking moron," I tossed my clothes on the bed, tied up my hair in a messy bun, and headed towards the bathroom for a shower.
HOURS LATER.......
AT STERLINGS' MANSION.....
Getting out of my car, I closed the door lazily and headed towards the entrance of our mansion.
I pressed my key button, making my car beep AA I got closer to the door.
I opened it and walked in. Sighing, I closed the door and headed forward.
My heels clicked on the marble floors as I approached the living room. I found Dad seated in his favorite couch with his magazine on his lap and a maid walking towards him with a glass of wine on a tray in her hands.
I heaved a sigh, heading towards the stairs.
"Hey, Dad," I said, attempting to climb the stairs but that can't happen, can it?
"Kendra Lucia Sterling."
I let out another sigh, closing my eyes and opening them.
I turned to him.
He is sipping his drink and staring at me.
I took steps closer to the sofa opposite him.
"Where have you been, young lady?"
"Out," I said, flipping my hair.
"What was that?"
I sighed. "I was at Mercedes', Dad. As always."
"I called her multiple times." Mom's familiar voice chipped in as her footwear made sounds on the stairs while she descended.
I did not look her way but clenched my purse in my hands.
"She said you were not with her," she added.
I tilted my head, looking everywhere but at my dad.
"So tell us where you have been for two days, Kendra," she said and I sensed her standing next to me.
I looked at her.
All I could see was my granddad's lips all over her face.
She raised her brows.
I scoffed, making her face twitch. I averted my eyes from her and looked at Dad.
"I was at my place."
His face twitched.
"Your place?" Mom asked, making me look at her.
"Yes. My place."
"Since when did you have a place that your father and I had no idea of?"
"Well a lot of us have some secrets of which others have no idea of, isn't it, Mom?"
Her face twitched.
I stared at her.
She moved her eyes nervously towards my dad momentarily, making me scoff internally as she returned her eyes to me.
"How did you get this place you are talking of, Kendra?" Dad asked, taking my attention.
I shrugged. "I work,"
"Hmm," he hummed.
"Yes, Dad. I work. And just because you hate my career doesn't mean it can't pay me good money. I am the star of that studio, in case you don't know. Soon, I will be moving out. I suggest you all get yourselves ready for that day," I said.
"The next time you want to stay out, you let us know," he said, making me fight the urge to roll my eyes.
"Well I am an adult but I heard you," I said, attempting to walk towards the stairs.
"I am being serious, young lady. Adult or not, we care about you and we don't want to get worried," he said
"Yeah whatever," I muttered, heading up the stairs.
"I believe you heard me, Kendra."
"Yes, Dad. I heard you." I said, still heading upstairs and ignoring my mother's stares.
I got to the hallway and my phone beeped, stopping me in my tracks as I began opening my purse.
I took out my phone and was about to unlock it when....
"Kendra," mom called, making me heave a sigh.
"We need to talk," she said as I turned to her. She has a mixture of guilt, fear, and remorse dancing on her face.
"Honey, what you saw was......"
"A huge disappointment, mom" I retorted. "A very dirty one."
She lowered her gaze slightly, as if she was bracing herself and looking at me.
"Listen, baby. It is not...."
"Oh, it is what I think it is. Like how could you, mom? Granddad? Really?"
"You can't know about this," she said nervously like a child who doesn't want to get punished.
I scoffed, shaking my head and turning to leave but....
"Honey, please...."
I turned to her. "You know dad might be uptight and fifty but he is one of the most handsome billionaires in this city and has women wishing to be his. You have him as a husband yet you chose to be a seventy-year old's cheap side whore."
I got a stinging slap instantly, forcing a whimper out of my lips as I held my cheeks
"Mom!" I heard Alex's voice from behind as I looked at Mom without withdrawing my hand from my cheek.
She is scowling at me.
My blood boiled as I stared at her while breathing heavily.
Her eyes softened.
"Honey..." she reached for me.
"Don't touch me," I retorted, taking fast steps towards my room.
"Kendra...." Alex called but I walked past him, got to my door, opened it, and entered.
I slammed my door and locked it before heading towards my bed.
I tossed my purse on the bed and sat on it as I felt my blood still boiling.
If she wasn't my fucking mother.....
Ugh!
I took off my shoes and tossed them away.
I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling as the way she kissed my granddad in that pool repeated in my head.
I closed my eyes, heaving a sigh.
My phone vibrated. I picked it up and unlocked it.
It was a text from the least expected person.
"Hey, little Chaos"
I scoffed.
Seriously?