THE JOURNALIST'S POV (2 Weeks Later)
"Friend, I have been trying to get in since the last time they kicked me out. I can't," I complained.
"Then keep on calling," she advised.
"How? The receptionist refuses to transfer me to him. She simply just blocks me," I explained.
"Are you sure you did all that I told you to do?" she asked.
"Yes, with no mistake," I confirmed.
"But instead of being attracted to you, he just got you kicked out?" she questioned.
"Mhm..." I sighed.
"Sigh This means he might be playing hard to get," she concluded.
"Huh?" I questioned.
"I mean, think of it. This guy hardly speaks to women; he hardly entertains women. So maybe he doesn't know how to. So maybe you did catch his attention, but now he is struggling to react because he doesn't know how to react," she theorized.
"You are right," I agreed.
"Of course, I am. And one thing I know about cold men, they never fall in love with women in their league. They always fall in love with innocent girls who seem to not have an interest in them," she explained.
"Huh?" I asked.
"The last step is to pretend like you don't want him. Pretend like he is not your type. That way, he will be afraid to lose you and will act," she instructed.
"And chase after me," I finished.
"Yep," she confirmed.
"Ohh, you are such a great friend. I knew I made a good decision by coming to you," I gushed.
"I am the love doctor," she boasted.
"But you are still single," I pointed out.
"Not because I can't get a boyfriend, only because I don't want one," she claimed.
"Right," I conceded.
We laughed.
Hi, my name is Tumi, and I am a journalist at the Youth Magazine. I am still a junior; I just started this job six months ago. I have done some articles and all that, but this interview would be my biggest hit in my career. The reason I wanted to take this challenge was not because I needed the big pickup in my career, but because when I saw Mr. Wolf's pictures on the internet, I immediately fell in love with him. So I personally made it my task to actually get an interview with him. That's why I keep trying to make encounters with him. And already, I know my next step.
BEAUTY'S POV
I woke up early and told myself that since it's my free day, I will go and spend some time with the guys. I was making some bread when Bricks came back from wherever he went.
"Don't tell me you just woke up?" he asked.
"That's true," I confirmed.
"Haibo, I woke up early to go do my rounds so that you can bath and finish. Why have you slept till this time?" he complained.
"Hey, today is my free day. I have every right to wake up whatever time that suits me," I argued.
"Hahahaha, hey. Anyway, I am sorry to cramp your free day, but I need you to do something for me," he said.
"Nope," I declined.
"What?" he asked.
"I will not do any duties on my free day. I will go and have fun with Scar and the guys," I insisted.
"I will pay you cash," Bricks offered.
"Huh?" I questioned.
"R200," he specified.
"You are not kidding me, right?" I asked.
"Nope, I am not," he confirmed.
I started thinking about the things I could do with a R200 note. Damn, I am down.
"I am down. What duty is it? Selling more packs?" I asked.
"No, I need you to deliver the packs," he clarified.
"Where?" I asked.
"In town, next to Bree Flats," he said.
"It's in the flats?" I asked.
"Yes. This is the street name and floor number as well as the room number," he said, handing me a note.
"Ahhh, easy peasy, I know the street. I just have to look for the flat, then the rest is easy," I said.
"I would send someone else, but you're the only one I trust," Bricks admitted.
"Trust me, I will do a clean job," I promised.
"I know you will," he said.
I took the paper.
"May you please leave again? I have to bath," I asked.
"Okay. I will go get us some bunny chows," he offered.
"Ohh, is this my lucky day or what?" I exclaimed.
"I think it is," he said.
He laughed as he left. I was so happy.
I put the kettle on and went to get my bath stuff in my bag. Don't laugh, but I wear men's jockeys. I know I shouldn't, but since I live with a man, I had to be a man, or else, things would happen. So I feel more comfortable having men's jockeys as my underwear than having a lady's underwear because when it comes to hanging it after bathing, it doesn't look awkward. Plus, it also sells the idea that I am really lesbian to all Bricks's "wives."
Well, I get my bathing stuff. Everything I use is for men. I guess the only thing differentiating me from men is my private area and my chest area, because even my clothing are men's clothing.
Don't get me wrong, when my parents were alive, I used to be the girl; I wore skirts, shorts, and dresses. It's only when I started living with Bricks that I had to adjust to being a man. I also never keep my hair long.
What about "that time of the month?" Well, I try by all means to keep it a secret. I mostly ask the woman next door to sweep her yard just for her to buy me pads. She never gives me money, but she just buys them for me. Then I use her bathroom to change and throw them away.
According to her, Bricks and me are siblings and our parents passed away, so I am uncomfortable having to ask these things from him and also act like a girl around him. That's how she feels pity for me. She tried to tell me that I can use her room to hang my undergarments and private stuff, but I told her that I use men's things so Bricks won't even little think of me as a woman.
Well, I bathed and got finished. Then I changed and hung my things appropriately.
After a long while, Bricks came back. He knocked. I went to open, and he came inside.
"Done?" he asked.
"Mhm, now I am hungry," I replied.
"Here, it's still hot," he said.
"I like it hot. Can't I eat it while going?" I asked.
"No, you won't enjoy it that way. Besides, you still have time. You have to be there at 3 pm," he explained.
"Oh, okay. I see you even bought a drink," I noticed.
"Mhm," he confirmed.
"Did you buy it, or did one of your 'wives' buy them?" I teased.
"Hahahaha, I bought them," he claimed.
"Really?" I pressed.
"Yeah. Why?" he asked.
"Hey, nothing," I said.
I sat down as I unwrapped my bunny. Bricks got us glasses and poured us some drink. I ate and drank and was filled with deliciousness.
"Ahhhhhh! 15 days to go, and I will be eating like this again," I exclaimed.
"You can eat like this every week," Bricks offered.
"Hahahah, as if," I laughed.
"I am serious," he insisted.