“I know.”
“How well do you do in school?”
“Genius level. Other kids can’t keep up with me.”
Daniel raises a brow. “I see arrogance runs in the family.”
My brother crosses his arms over his chest after releasing a fussy Lolli. “How well did you do in school?”
“Not well, but that doesn’t matter since I became a partner at twenty-nine. You just have to use the system to your advantage and fuck it over.”
“And how do you do that?”
“By continuing to be smart about it. You have the brain; just direct it toward the right path.”
I stand there in awe about the conversation between them. They’re even sitting down now, on the shabby sofa that seems so small with Daniel occupying it.
Lolli hops between them and, surprisingly, Daniel pets her. No clue why I thought he’d be indifferent to animals. Probably because he never had pets.
Jay laughs when our cat flips over, showing her belly to Daniel, which is a sign that she not only trusts him, but she also likes him.
Someone is entranced after their first meeting.
A shiver goes through me at the view.
Is he mine?
Daniel’s question from earlier strikes me again, and although Jay is neither his nor my son, I don’t know why a twisted part of me is wishing for that.
It’s the same part that I’ve been trying to purge from my life since I was young.
Stinging moisture gathers in my lids and I quickly whirl around and dab at my eyes with the back of my sleeves.
What the hell am I doing?
It took me years to tuck away those unrequited feelings and all the pain that came with them.
Years. Damn years. And it still feels as if I’m stuck at the same point.
I get busy making dinner, opting for fish today since it’s Jay’s favorite. I also make white rice balls and sprinkle them with a mixture of Indian spices.
Every now and then, I slide my attention to the living area to find Daniel engrossed in my brother’s homework. It seems he’s struggling, too, judging by the deep frown on his forehead.
He was always a slacker in class with a complete “fuck the world” attitude. He probably only passed them because he thought falling behind was a nuisance.
And yes, I shouldn’t know this much about him, but it’s a disease.
I’ve come down with the Daniel flu, and apparently, it’s chronic.
Every time we make eye contact, a weird frisson goes through my body, as if it’s about to possess me.
And I always break it first, desperate to escape his pull in any way possible.
“Dinner’s ready,” I shout once I’m done.
Jay shoots up from the sofa like a lithe tiger, followed by Lolli, who’s mewing her head off.
I put some fish in her bowl and she gets busy eating and ignoring everyone else.
My brother and I transport the dishes to the living area, where Daniel is still sitting, legs crossed as if he’s a king and we’re his servants.
Twat.
I move to sit opposite him on the floor, but Jay snatches the position and I’m forced to take a seat beside Daniel on the sofa.
I try not to get sucked into his warmth or look at him as I reach for my utensils.
The keyword being try.
The air is always sucked up from my surroundings whenever he’s in the room, the building, the school, city, country, world.
Sometimes, just the thought of him existing somewhere on earth is enough to steal my damn oxygen.
“It’s so good, Nikki!” Jay exclaims, stuffing his face with rice.
I reach over and remove the rice grains that are stuck to his lip. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I don’t like it, I love it.” My brother glares at Daniel, who’s eating in an eerily silent manner. It’s like he’s afraid to make any motion or make any sound. “What about you, Daniel? Any comments?”
My boss swallows with difficulty. “It’s food.”
“It’s not just any food. It’s Nikki’s and it’s the best you’ve ever had. Admit it.”
“It’s good,” he manages to say.
Lolli, who finishes her serving in record time, strolls into the room with the grace of a lioness and rubs herself against Daniel’s leg.
I see the exact moment when his face scrunches up as if he’s about to get sick.
And I see now why he never talks or moves and doesn’t like to be interrupted while he eats. It’s like he considers meals a battle he has to go through alone and with no external stimuli.
“Good isn’t even a compliment,” my brother grumbles.
Daniel starts to get up, probably to go throw up what he ate. I quickly pull a lollipop from my bag, open the wrapper, and stuff it between his lips when he opens them.
He stares at me for a beat, the lollipop still frozen in his mouth. And then for a moment, a brief moment in time, his expression softens.
For a brief moment, I see the stars in his shiny, bright eyes. The same eyes that looked at me and didn’t hate me.
But it’s gone when he crunches on the lollipop, not bothering to suck on it first. When he swallows, he throws the stick to Lolli who runs after it.
“Peaches.”
My heart flips and falls to my stomach. I can’t stop looking at him, at the dip in his chin and the small teases of those gorgeous dimples. Or what’s between them, his glistening lips.
“The lollipops always have a peach flavor.” He cocks his head to the discarded stick.
“I know right?” Jay says after chewing a mouthful of fish, seeming to have forgotten about the earlier subject. “She only ever buys those. Nikki is weird.”
Daniel’s gaze rakes over me with so much heat that it feels like he’s melting my clothes while they’re on me. “She is.”
Then he goes back to eating, leaving me heaving.
Jeez.
He finishes the entire dish despite Jay’s chatter. I try to talk to my brother instead of Daniel to not distract him from eating, but he’s a very demanding rascal who doesn’t like being ignored by our guest.
“Go take a shower, Nikki. Daniel and I will do the dishes.”
“That’s okay.” I spring to my feet. “I’ll do them.”
“No. You prepared the food. It’s only right that Daniel and I do the dishes.”
“I paid for this food,” Daniel says in his haughty tone. “I don’t do dishes at a restaurant.”
“Yes, but you also don’t visit a chef’s house, so this is a compromise,” Jay counters and pushes me in the direction of the bathroom before Daniel or I can protest.
Suppressing a smile at my boss’s knitted brows and narrowed eyes, I get some clothes and head to the bathroom.
Since the walls in this building are so thin, I can hear them bickering over soap and whatnot.
I catch myself grinning as the water sprays over me and I grasp my white gold necklace. It has a pendant the exact color of my eyes. It has a dainty oval shape and is emerald-colored enamel over gold. This is the most valuable item I own, or more like, the only thing I kept from my previous life, along with the box it came in.
And while I’ve been wearing the necklace since I first got it, I begrudgingly remove it and carefully hide it in a towel. I will put it in a box later.