"What in the actual hell, Tyson?" I dropped my luggage from my grip. Walking into the place I called a home only a few days ago, I didn't expect the drastic change that my brother failed to communicate.
"You told me they'd barely started." Dust settled disgracefully on my boots as I felt my lungs begin to develop asthma.
"They have! Considering the fact that it's the majority of the house that's going to be done." Tyson explained as he walked towards me. Overalls which were covered in magnolia coloured paint covered his body.
"Why are you in overalls like you're doing anything?" I inspected his attire noticing that he had purposely swiped paint on himself. "Fake ass Bob the Builder."
"You need to appreciate all that I'm doing for you."
"Doing for me? Tyson, you did all this planning behind my back and you want me to say 'thank you'. This house is in my name too and not by choice. You decided to put my name on the papers." Tyson rolled his eyes and began to move some boxes from the hallway. I followed him as he made his way into the only room that wasn't being demolished; the kitchen.
"You're sounding really ungrateful right now, Nyla." He carelessly threw the boxes in the side closet.
"I'm not ungrateful. All I'm saying is that you can't make major changes without talking to me about it first. You don't even have a good eye when it comes to interior design. Remember your old car?" I raised my eyebrows at him and waited for him to recall that atrocious time.
As soon as Tyson passed his driving test at 18, he had picked out a Honda and immediately paid a custom car designer to change up the whole car. I felt like he wanted to reenact an episode of Pimp My Ride and we all know how awful those cars turned out. What was a simple black exterior, grey interior, sophisticated mode of transport, turned into a chrome and metallic green disaster. The car looked as if Shrek had spewed it up from his gut. I refused to allow him to drive me anywhere. The only reason why he had a decent car now is because his reputation with the ladies became almost non-existent. It's funny how some females get turned off by an ugly car but not by bad personalities.
All about the money.
I felt weight being placed on my shoulder and I turned slightly to see Ace's head propped up on it; his chin compressed making him look like a miserable child.
"Did you know about this?"
"Mmhmm." He didn't hesitate in his response. I shrugged my shoulders causing him to leap away and I turned to face him.
"Why did you think that I was so persistent in you coming with me?" Ace asked, tilting his head dramatically to the side.
"Because I'm your manager? I didn't think you would plot behind my back like 'BooBoo the Fool' over there."
"How about everyone leaves and you put the house back to how it was all by yourself?" I heard Tyson shout from the hallway. I wasn't sure whether he was purposely trying to wind me up. Either way, it damn sure was working.
"You better watch your attitude before I murder you and bury you under this house. I'm sure the workers that you've hired wouldn't mind an extra tip." Ace chuckled and shook his head whilst he leant up against the doorless doorway. I didn't hear Tyson as he randomly appeared next to Ace.
"Your mum."
Oh! He wants to go there? Finish him!
"You're ugly like your daddy. No wonder he left this house to you." Tyson let out an exaggerated grunt and walked right up to me.
"I already told you that -."
"You see. It's not nice being wound up is it?" I interrupted him with a smile on my face. "Don't piss me off then I won't do the same. Capisce?" Tyson dramatically knocked his shoulder against mine as he walked past me, leaving the room.
"You two are something else." Ace said whilst he walked up to me.
"I wanted to come home and relax. That's all."
"You will relax. Just not here." Ace replied in a low tone. His hands found their way to my jacket and he pulled me towards him.
"What are you doing?!" I asked, making sure that my level was at a whisper. My heart rate began speeding up. Tyson was only in the next room and he could walk in and put two and two together.
"Shh." His lips grazed my jawline and he began nibbling his way up towards the back of my ear. There was already a sore spot there from when he had been attacking it multiple times. How he knew that was my exact sensitive spot, I have no clue. It was like a button that you press to activate a water fountain and I, for sure, was dripping.
"You want me to stop?" His lips hovered over mine as lust radiated from him.
When I heard Tyson's heavy footsteps, I immediately pushed Ace away from me and attempted to hide my automatic smile.
"I thought that I was supposed to be the bipolar one." Tyson stated in a hushed voice noticing my change in mood.
Tyson knew that I hated it when he made jokes about his health but I wasn't going to allow him to get a rise out of me. In one way, it was good that he could make light out of a serious topic because it made it easier for him to deal with. The other side of it was that I knew the events which took place that got his disorder to almost destroy his life. So, it wasn't a hilarious topic for me and I wanted to make sure that nothing could cause a relapse.
"Tyson, before you go and find some breast milk, where are we staying? Really and truly, you should put me in at least a 5-star hotel." I folded my arms waiting for an acceptable answer. I hoped that he didn't think that I would be living out of my office.
"Ace's place. He's got his spare rooms." Tyson replied.
I peered over at Ace who was investigating his favourite place; the fridge. He discreetly caught my eyes and a barely noticeable smirk laid on his lips.
"How long will it take for the renovations to complete?" I asked without looking away from Ace.
"Four months maximum. We're still waiting for some things to be made and delivered."
Four months?
With Ace?
Everyday?
I needed to pray so that my upcoming sins would be forgiven. Knowing Tyson, he wasn't going to be around much and I knew that he would probably have 'sleepovers' at random women's homes. Ace and I alone in his apartment would definitely equal us crossing many more boundaries.
Bitch, there's no more left to be crossed. The next step is taking a dump in the bathroom together.
Tyson interrupted my line of vision as he crossed in front of me to get a drink. Ace was now sitting on the countertop eating an apple.
"Your clothes and everyday things are in the hallway. Everything else is going in the attic." Tyson declared.
"What if I had things that I didn't want you to see?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Like what?" Tyson frowned. I waited until he had taken a gulp of his drink.
"My dildos." I shot back as I tried to contain my laughter.
