Mr. McLiam In His Suit (IN HIS SUIT SERIES) ✔

MR. MCLIAM IN HIS SUIT. 9

Chapter 9
The Family and The Lie

I knocked at her door thrice and again and again but there's no answer. Is she home? It's already quarter to five. Are doctors like this, always coming home late?

I'm wearing a Dolce and she just made me wait outside her door, it's okay though. I don't f*cking care anyway. What if she's not home? I'm busted.

I was about to knock again when the door finally bursted open, revealing a groggy and still sleepy Laura with her bed hair.

I pouted to stifle my laugh and greeted her. "Morning, sleepy head." I raised my hand and wave at her.

"Ha. Ha." She sarcastically laughed and opens her door widely. "Come in, Color." She muttered and leads the way inside her room.

So, she's giving me a nickname right now.

She's wearing her pajamas and sweater. Her hair are standing in their own way as she scratch her head.

I followed inside and closes the door. "May I sit?"

"Sure." Motioning her hand at the couch. "I'm sorry, I'll have to make you wait, but don't worry, I don't take too much time to get ready."

"I don't mind, take your time. I'm too early anyway." I replied as I flop myself at the couch. She smiled at me before turning her back and race upstairs. "D*mn, pretty woman." I muttered in the air.

I pulled my phone out to see that Mother flood me messages and phone calls.

"What the?" 12 missed calls and 23 messages. "She's not that eager to know Laura." I mumbled and open the last message.

Blue, do you know what does she prefer with the food? I don't know what to cook. Reply back. I've sent you enough message, you're not answering my calls!

"How do I f*cking know what kind of food she f*cking loves to eat?" I scratched my brow with my knuckle and exhaled audibly.

I frustratingly adjust myself at the couch and look around. There will be no clue around here, I should ask her later.

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I quickly pulled a loose green floral long sleeved dress that ends up to my knees and pair it with a 2-inch beige strapped wedge.

"This will do." I muttered and wear it as fast and careful as I can. I put a little blush on my cheeks, mascara and pink lipstick to hide my paleness. "Guess the trick is good." I smiled and let my hair loose.

I walked down stairs to see Blue still sitting stiffly at couch. His back is facing mine. His posture reminds me of someone, someone I just lose. Except for the hair and eye color.

All of Blue's features are brown aside from the color of his skin, Ethan has all his Brit character. But their posture, their height and their way of action are the same, almost like they are twin.

"Eth-- Blue." I called for his attention and I succeeded.

His brown eyes found me and curves his heart shaped lips. "Hey." He chuckled and checks me out nakedly. "You look stunning with that dress." He mumbled but enough for me to understand it clearly.

I felt a little shy by his words so I lower my gaze and smile at him. "Well thank you, you're not so bad yourself." He's wearing a casual clothe but that doesn't help him to turn everyone's head and follow him with their eyes.