Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (ebook reader below 3000 .txt) 📖

Minnie waved at her as Mr. Masters shut the door behind him, threw the car keys on the messy coffee table and disappeared to one of the rooms adjacent to the living area. I scanned the surroundings; the apartment was large and impressive with the finest décor I had seen. The heavy drapes matched the stark black leather couch and the plush carpet.

Exquisite, but a lot of work in the cleaning department.

Ignoring the heap of toys sprawled on the floor; I couldn't bring myself to turn a blind eye to the mess that had been made out of the living area. Books and binders in a corner, the coffee table congested with papers and books of all shapes and sizes, and if that wasn't enough, a heap of freshly ironed clothes were waiting to be put away.

This is exactly how a house looks like when having sans woman.

My eyes traveled towards floor to ceiling glass sliding doors opening into a mini balcony turned into a garden which overlooked an equally impressive view. I wondered if the sunset was something he enjoyed watching on a daily basis.

I snapped out from my thoughts when I heard a tray clank on the coffee table. He had brought in a tall glass of flavored milk and raisin cookies. I hated raisin cookies, but guests can't be choosers just how beggars can't be. Minnie picked a cookie and began nibbling it; I took a bite of my own.

"Sorry about the mess. The cleaning lady comes in twice a week."

He walked to the dark four sitter dining table, shuffled a bunch of papers and a thick paperback and walked back to where I sat, "here."

"What's this?"

He passed me a perplexed look. "You said you needed the study guide."

"Oh. Yes." I took it from him feeling stupid. "Thank you, sir."

"And those are last year question papers," a pause later he continued, "most of the mid-term examinations get similar questions only framed in complicated ways. Look through; it'll be helpful in near future."

"Why don't you stay with us for dinner?" he sounded hopeful. "y'know we could use some company for a change. It's late anyway."

"Is it really fine?" I asked, "I mean. I wouldn't want to trouble you."

He chuckled. "I insist. Please join us."

"But what about the answers I was supposed to show you tomorrow?"

"Oh, uh...about that..." he shrugged, "you can show it to me the day after."

Jackpot! I wanted to throw a fist in the air. So much, for getting my charms worked on the professor.

"Really?" he seemed taken aback by my enthusiasm, he nodded once more "thank you so very much."

I retrieved the phone out of my pocket and texted Nina about the change, who texted me back within a nano second.

What the hell are you up to WOMAN? You're not already warming the professor's bed, are you? ;P

I almost laughed at the text. I typed and hit send.

Bitch please. Did Chez call?

Nope.

Good. I won't be long x.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything. Please make yourself comfortable." Mr. Masters called out to me.

"Can I help you with anything?"

"No." He replied, waving his hand, "you can keep Minnie company."

Minnie switched the Tv on and insisted I put on a cartoon channel and while she was busy staring at the screen, I decided to save my professor some work, and help him with a few house chores. I picked all the books, papers and files and stacked them carefully in a convenient order. Got rid of the old papers by putting them beneath the coffee table, and within a few minutes the place looked sparkly. Not unorganized, just overloaded with work.

A good twenty minutes later, Mr. Masters sauntered out from the kitchen carrying plates and a casserole. He set them on the table and froze when he noticed changes I had made. I was expecting to get burned in dragon lair, but instead he blushed slightly.

"Is it really so hard for you to obey my instructions?"

"I wanted to help."

"Well, next time you disobey, there'll be consequences." He teased.

I grinned from ear to ear, whatever that punishment was gonna be, it was melting my heart. "I'll look forward to it."

I helped him set two other dishes, and we settled on the table for the meal, my stomach growled with the amazing aroma that entered my nostrils. I never realized I was hungry. My plate looked delicious and ready to get gobbled up; he'd even prepared a salad as a side dish. I took a bite of the macaroni, the texture was so smooth, it melted in my mouth right away, and remembered how I used to force my mother into making me something out of cook books, that's an entirely different prospect that she didn't care at the least, eventually I'd learned how to cook a few things on my own.

"You like mac and cheese, right?"

"I do." I said with a mouthful, "tell you what, yours is the best I've eaten so far."

"Better than your mom's?"

To that I remained silent; he grimaced taking a hint, "sorry, that's a soft spot, huh?"

I nodded, not taking my eyes off the dish, the last thing I asked for, was sympathy.

Minnie on the other hand was indulged in her food, forking some into her mouth and feeding the rest to the floor.

"Alana, I'd like to ask you something, if you don't mind."

My heart did the oh-so-not-familiar-somersaults with the sudden flight of butterflies.

"Yes, sir?" I tried playing the very cool gal.

He shrugged. Scratch that. He seemed beyond nervous, probably because he was mentally preparing himself to whatever plagued his mind, but the thought of my negative reaction pained him.

Please don't take my theories seriously; I tend to imagine things in an excessive overdrive.

"Don't take it the wrong way," he strutted, swirled the fork in the plate and took a bite, "...or maybe I want you to take it the wrong way."