Page 36 of Eyes Like Angel

At least Mom’s enjoying herself, despite the food they’ve brought in set her off.

I tried the meal they ate and swallowed its tender contents in my hungry mouth.

This one is real chicken. This one is real beef and pork.

Thank god for beef!

And thank god for the real meal!

“Did you hear? Sister Joanne is getting a gift from her husband again,” Mrs. Curtis began, digging into her food.

Playing with her food, more like.

“What was it?”

“Another souvenir from Italy,” Mrs. Curtis answered with a hinted jealousy, “my, you’re quite a shopaholic.”

Mom visibly shrugged. “Anyone could buy that. It’s not a big deal.”

“So about the collaboration,” Mr. Curtis began, “I hope you’re still thinking about it, Hendrix.”

Hendrix is my father’s name, a slight variation to my grandfather’s name Henry, but he’d prefer to be called as Mr. Rivers, to maintain his CEO reputation.

Dad sliced the steak. “I’m still considering the offer. You must be quite passionate about this project.”

“Yes, I am!” Mr. Curtis chirped. “One minute I was bored, and the next, I was thinking about a collaboration that benefit for the both of us. I like to wonder where it’s heading and wander around. I can’t sit still, you know?”

“Speaking of wandering, where were you this morning, Michael?” Mom intervened at the conversation that has nothing to do with official business.

“Just roaming around,” I said to her, poking the steak and ate the piece whole.

“Oh, he saved someone’s life today!” Miss Curtis chimed in voluntarily, chirped in her seat. “He’s so heroic and charming!”

“Really?” Mom was intrigued. “Well, that’s my son! Anyway, how did you like your visit here so far?” Mom asked Miss Curtis in a sickly nice voice.

“Oh, it’s great. I already like it here,” Miss Curtis answered cheerily.

“Good, I’m glad!” Mom perked up at the young woman’s energetic response.

“I like it a lot,” Miss Curtis said, eyeing me as if I was a piece of juicy steak, licking her lips.

Her little sister, Annie, curled her lips into disgust, her large bow on her back head was lopsided, playing her food with a plastic fork, still upset she didn’t have her favorite meal for tonight since the Curtis family was entertaining us, for the benefit, I couldn’t tell. They’re too cordial, or maybe their smiles had covered up something so secretive I find myself impressed with their convincing.

Under the table, I felt a pointed shoe trailed onto my leg and up to my thigh. I looked up and saw Miss Curtis giving me a playful wink while our parents were in deep discussion regarding to collaborations and other things I can’t comprehend. I was busy deeming about how I saved the girl with her eyes from falling at the church this morning, her green eyes whispered confessions the cross couldn’t silence.

Where can I meet her again? How will I meet her? Does fate and destiny decide for us?

A kick caught me off guard when I spotted Miss Curtis was trying to catch my attention.

She cleared her throat. “I’m so sorry; I have to use the bathroom.”

Mom insisted with, “Oh, no worries, sweetie. Just take upstairs, and go to your right.”

“I don’t want to get lost, so I might need some help,” Miss Curtis hinted by having her eyes on me once more, indicating I should assist her.

And when I do, she went upstairs willingly, like she wasn’t in a hurry.

As we ascended to the staircases, she led me into one of the rooms and shoved her kiss against mine. The kiss exchange was brief and directed on her part. Not wanting to kiss her, I shoved her down on her knees as I watched her unzipped my pants and taking my enlarged cock into her mouth, after making out with me with eagerness, making a basic excuse about how she’ll get lost in the house, so Mom requested me to escort Amelia…is that her name? Or was it Emily? Ah, I’m not too sure; my memory is hazy and unreliable. I’ll just call her Miss Curtis.