Chapter 6

KIM'S POV

"One, two, twee..." She paused and tapped her chin for the next number. "Um...five?" She asks lowly, putting up four fingers as she giggles. 

I shook my head. "No, it's one, two, three, four...

"Ah! Four!" She squealed and I nodded. I helped her adjust her bucket hat and turned my attention to Paris who has her attention buried in my phone in her hands. She loves playing these number games. 

"Paris, up." I said and him put the phone away. I helped her up and she held my shoulders for support as I wore her shorts. I placed her back to lie down and wore her dress. 

"Come on, London, you just wore this dress." I uttered in frustration. She's spilled chocolate all over it. "I told you not to take the chocolate, didn't I?" I said as I collected the remains from her. 

"I'm sorry, mama." 

I sighed. It's impossible getting mad at her. The moment she says I'm sorry with those puppy eyes of hers, every anger is melted. She knows this so she uses it well. "When I tell you not to take something, you leave it there, okay?" She nodded. "Now I gotta change your clothes. Again!" 

I picked another gown from the closet and wore it to fit her. I sat  both of them in front of the mirror as I did their hair while they sang rhymes all the while. 

"Where's aunty Sandra?" Paris asked. 

"She's gone to school with aunty Xena. Why? You wanna give her something?" 

She shook her head. I smiled and pecked her head. "She'll be back, hm?" She nodded enthusiastically and I shook my head. I'm starting to think she likes those two more than me. 

Just joking. 

I helped them strap their backpacks and we exited the room. I offered to carry them but they skipped away faster than the speed of light. They walked hand-in-hand or rather, London took Paris's hands as we exited. 

"A car." Paris says as he points to the car parked in front of the house. Exactly my thoughts, who owns this car? The window wined down and I was surprised when I saw who it was. 

"Collins?" 

"Uncle Collins!" London squealed, making little cute jumps. Collins got out of the car and Ash ran to him. 

"Hey, baby. Missed me?" 

London nodded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around his neck. He bent down to pick up Paris. "What's up, Princess?"

"Where have you been?" Paris asks, knocking Collins's head softly.

"Ouch!" Collins feigned hurt, rubbing his head. " I went somewhere." 

"Where?" London demanded. "Well...a nice place. Look, I bought a car." 

I laughed at his clumsy attempt to change the subject. If he doesn't, they won't let him go until he tells them where he went. 

"It's so cool~~" they chorused, gawking at the vehicle. 

"Wanna see the inside?" 

They nodded and he let them down. He opened the door and they ran excitedly into the car. 

"Be careful!" I yelled after them. 

"Calm down, mum." Collins teased. "What could possibly happen to them in the car?" 

"A lot! You know them and their intrusive thoughts." 

"They'll be fine. They are in the back seat. Nothing can happen to them." 

I nodded, though that didn't make me feel at rest. "So where did you go?" I ask, not taking my eyes off the twins. 

"My dad had business so he told me to follow him." 

"Ooh, preparing to take over the business, I see." I teased, poking his arm. He grinned and nodded, "probably. Get ready, Kimberly, your friend is about to be a CEO." He says smugly and I rolled my eyes playfully. 

"Your car is nice. What model?"

"A BMW. Custom made." He says proudly and I nodded impressively. "It's beautiful. Must have cost a life." 

He guffawed, "it's not that expensive."

I raised my brow, clearly unconvinced. 

"Let's get the kids to school. We don't want them to be late." 

I nodded. He helped me open the door to the passenger's side and I murmured a thank you. 

"Please fasten their seatbelts." I said and he nodded. He helped the twins with their seatbelts before getting in. 

"Ready?" He asks and the twins chorused, "yes!!"  He ignited the car and off we went. On the way, Collins told me about the fun things he did and learned on the business trip with his dad. Honestly, it was nice listening to him. I felt like I was listening to Ben tell me about the interesting cartoon he watched. 

"We're here." He announced and the twins groaned disappointedly. 

"Don't worry, tomorrow is Saturday. I'll come and take both of you on a drive." 

"Promise?" Paris said and Collins nodded. 

"Here." Collins fisted his hands for a fist bump. Paris fist bumped him first before London. I alighted the car and went to the back seat to help them out. 

"Bye, mama. Bye, uncle Collins!' They waved at us as their teacher ushered them in. 

"They're so cute." Collins says and I nodded. They really are. 

Collins drove me to my workplace before he went his own way. I paused when I reached the entrance. I looked around for the lunatic who kisses a stranger. I breathed out in relief when I couldn't find him anywhere. I went in and began my day. I changed into my uniform and began serving. 

"Collins stop staying there idly by and go take table six's order!" My annoying boss, Rachel, yelled.

Idly? I'm literally carrying trays of foods to a table. Is she blind? 

"On it!" I yelled back, doing my best to hide my annoyance.

I took my notepad and pen and went to the table. I looked at the occupants of the table and  oh boy, two rich old men with potbellies. This is not going to go well. 

"What can I get for you?" 

"You can get me a plate of pasta." The bald one with the glasses said, his eyes not leaving my chest. Just endure it, Collins. 

"What about you, sir." I ask the tanned one. 

"Are you on the menu?" He grinned flirtatiously, wiggling his brows.

What the fuck! What the heck is happening to me?

This asshole seem like he was enjoying it. Even his friends laughed horrendously, patting their friend's back like he just said something to be proud of.  

I gulped and put on a fake smile, "No, sir but if you order something else I can get it for you." 

Gosh! I wanted to strangle him.

They didn't hide their displeasure. The bald one hissed. "Come on, beautiful. We'll pay you, how about that?" He says, rubbing my arm. I stepped back uncomfortably.

"um... I...

I blinked back the tears and did the fakest smile I had ever imagined.

"I'll... I'll get you your pasta." I said and turned to leave but then I felt a disgusting hand on my buttocks. I turned to them with widened eyes. 

"I'm sorry, I thought I saw a fly." The tanned one said, grinning. I fisted my hand, trying to stop myself from lashing out. 

"Wait, are you glaring at me?" He asks, pointing at his chest. 

"I think you should leave, sir." I say, my anger lingering in my voice. 

"Is this bitch chasing us out?" I gulped. An angered pervert is the worst. And besides, they look like influential people and I'm sure Rachel wouldn't want to lose them. I might lose my job if they stop coming because of me. 

"No, sir." 

His sickening smile came back again as he placed his hand on my waist. "You shouldn't chase us out, beautiful. How about you leave with us, hm?" He asks, his hand making its way down. I yanked his hand away in anger. "I will have to call the police on you if you don't stop." 

"This bitch!" He snapped, standing up. He gained the attention of everyone. 

"S..sir, calm...

"What's going on here?" 

Oh oh, Rachel's here.

"How about you train your workers well! How dare she threaten to chase us out?!" The bald one fired, stumping his foot on the ground. Rachel turned to me with a deadly glare. "What did you do?" 

"I...I did nothing, they just...

"You think you're beautiful? How dare you push my hand away?" He yelled and I couldn't stop myself from letting out a scoff. 

"Calm down, Mr...

"I have the right to do that. How dare you touch me inappropriately?" I yelled back. 

"Kim!" Rachel snapped. "Apologize right now!" 

 She didn't just say that! Or she just did.

"But, ma, they are the one who grabbed my....they touched me. I have every right to stop them. The perverts should be the ones to apologize not me!" 

The bald one laughed hysterically. He took a cup of water and emptied it all on my head.

"You slut!" He fired and raised his hand to hit me.

I flinched, closing my eyes for the hit but I got nothing. I opened my eyes slowly, only to find the old man's hand held in the air. I turned slowly to the figure holding the hand. 

"Geo.. George." The bald man stuttered, fear in his eyes. 

"How dare you!" The man's hand cracked as George twisted it backward.

Garfield yelled in pain but George didn't let him go. He threw Garfield violently and he crashed on the table with full force. Garfield's friend was pissing his pants where he was standing. I stared at Garfield's unconscious body in shock. He's bleeding, is he dead? We were the center of attention, something I hate. George made to launch towards Garfield's friend but I quickly held him back. 

Oh my god! I just watched someone die! Oh no, his legs twitched. He look alive! Right?

Now I know he wasn't dead, I lean a bit close to George.

"All eyes are on us. Don't you care about your reputation?" I whispered, tightening my grip around his arm.

He turned to me. I gulped when I saw his rage filled face. I pleaded with my eyes and his eyes softened. Rage filled them again as he turned to Garfield's friend.

"You're both out of the project." He declared before he took my hand and pulled me out of the restaurant. 

"Wait, where are you taking me?" I ask as I tried to wiggle my hand free. 

"Out of here." 

Anger. Yes, that was all I could decipher from his voice. Why is he so angry? He helped me into his car and drove off. I sat in the passenger's side without a word, wondering where we were heading.

     My babies daddy is taking me somewhere!