Clara.

Son of a bitch!

I glare at Aiden, who isn't meeting my eye at the moment.

"Clarisse-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Now, I'm not quitting this job. Unless you can produce a restraining order." I say, folding my arms.

He glared at me.

"I have freedom of choice, I don't need therapy."

Is he serious?

"Your attitude tells me that you are hiding something from me."

I wasn't lying when I said that.

Since he got back, I've been observing him.

Every time we speak, he watches his words around me, as if I'm some child.

Is it because I'm a woman?

"No, it's not because you're a woman. Nor is it because you're African Clarisse, I'm not like Linda." he says.

I rolled my eyes.

The mere mention of that woman pisses me off.

"So why are you getting me fired?" I asked.

"Because I'm dangerous for you." he whispered, though I heard him.

I laughed.

"So you're the crack that I may become addicted to?" I joked.

He smiled coldly.

"Maybe, maybe not."

With that he turned to walk away.

I smirked.

He didn't tell me if I was fired or not.

Which means, my job shall continue.

I will just have to speak to the people he contacts on a daily basis.

I already know I can't talk to a certain trio.

But I can talk to Rosa.

Aiden Martin, what the fuck are you hiding?
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The next day, I approached Rosa.

She was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

"Mind if I help?" I asked.

She gave me a tired smile.

"It's okay, you don't have to-"

"I insist." I said, taking the spatula from her and flipping the pancakes.

She sighed in defeat.

"Thanks." was all she said before turning away.

I studied her carefully.

She looked sad, dark circles were under her eyes. Her body language spoke of sadness, along with a bit of fear.

Maybe Aiden was right, he wasn't in need of therapy.

I need to distract myself for now.

So, I'll try to help Rosa.

"Is something wrong Rosa?" I asked

She shook her head quickly, wiping a tear from her cheek.

Okay, something is definitely wrong.

"No. Nothing is wrong I-"

She stopped speaking as Melvin entered the kitchen, wrapping an arm around her.

"Good morning beautiful." he said, spinning her around.

She gave a small smile and he pulled her closer.

She gasped and struggled against his grip, her face reddening.

I don't know what to say.

I really dislike PDAs, no offence to the couples that love it.

But Melvin's display seemed rehearsed.

He leaned and whispered something in her ear.

I watched as Rosa's reddened face became pale.

She nodded repeatedly and then he let her go.

"I'll be back, I have some- er- clothes in the bathroom I'll be back!" she said, running out of the kitchen.

Melvin stayed back.

He eyed me up and down, a look of utter distaste on his face.

Sorry perv.

I decided to wear something modest, opting for a sweatshirt and track pants.

Which meant no peeks for him.

He crossed his arms and muttered something.

Then he looked at me.

"Stay your nosey ghetto ass away from my wife."

Excuse me?

I crossed my arms and stepped closer to him.

Then I laughed.

"Mr. Rhodes, that may work on her, but you forget, every woman is different. I don't know what the fuck you told her, but thank you for making me alert."

His hand reached for my hair but I wrung his arm.

Now I was the one whispering in his ear.

"I don't fear you asshole, but you ought to fear me." I say, twisting his arm back.

"You bitch!" he yelled.

I laughed even louder and then pushed him to the floor, feeling no sympathy as he fell to the floor.

He was about to get up but I put my foot on his chest and bent down.

"I hate being interrupted. Anyway, back to what I was saying. Four simple rules you need to observe with me, cause imma be here for a long time. Rule number one, no ogling at any part of my body. Rule number two, no mistreating of Rosa or any other woman."

He pushed my foot off and glared at me.

"Do you know who I am?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Yes I do. You are an opportunistic brat who has failed in all of his fast money schemes. You marry for more wealth and when you can't gain from her, you blame her for your shortcomings. Honestly, you are a cliche."

He pointed his finger in my face, his face red with anger.

"You-"

I pushed his finger away and glanced at my watch.

8 am.

I have to meet with Aiden.

Even though he has made it clear that he doesn't need therapy, I have to find out what he's hiding.

Cause one time he's sweet and another insensitive, though the latter seems to hurt him more.

But still, why does his voice seem so familiar?

I focus my attention to Melvin who was yelling at me.

"You're threatening me in my own house. I'll have your medical license called and have you sent to a brothel like the whore you-"

I cut him off by punching him on his cheek.

He fell to the ground, clutching his cheek.

"You punched me!" he yelled.

I looked down at him.

"Yeah, no shit." I said, glancing at my watch, "Rule number three, no snitching and last but not least rule number four, don't you ever take god out of your thoughts to touch my hair."

With that, I walked away, leaving him howling in the kitchen.

I turned around.

The pancakes were burnt.

All that good food gone to waste, I thought.
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-Safiello