DAMN. THE GREEN! I can't. Who knew so much green could look so good.
Zayn's POV
I hold the phone closer to my ear. It's a little difficult to hear what Jack's saying, since everyone and their God damned mothers want to be in M&M's World on this glorious Monday afternoon...which means every single kid is screaming at the top of his or her lungs. (And also because Jack has this low, Darth Vader- type voice). But nonetheless, I move to where there are even fewer people and listen, trying to make out what I can.
"Mr. Malik?" This would be the only thing I hear from his whole shpeal.
"Yeah, I'm here. Sorry. I'm having a bit of trouble hearing you."
"That's alright, I wasn't saying anything important. Here- how about this? Can you meet up with me tomorrow at your office? I'd actually like to go over what I found in person."
"Yeah, no problem. How about ten o'clock?" Fuck any meetings I may have tomorrow about Dubai; this trumps anything and everything at this point.
"Fine. I'll see you then." And with that, he hangs up the phone.
"Everything alright?" I hear before I feel a hand at the base of my back. I quickly meet Charlie's concerned gaze. My babe worries about me, yeah? Love her.
"Yeah, I'm good." For some reason, I don't want to tell Charlie that my PI finally found something on Genevieve. At least not until I find out exactly what he found. Will this more than likely come back to bite me in the ass? Yes.
But I don't need anymore of my skeletons fucking up what we have. Not yet- not until I'm sure I know what we're dealing with. And then she'll be the first person I go to.
*
"Daddy, up." I peer down at Li as I stand outside of the car, smoking my cigarette. We just got home and Charlie's currently taking the kids out of the car. I'll get the bags after I finish up out here.
"Daddy!" Li's not having any part of me taking a minute to myself though, as she stands here with her arms up in the air. She looks adorable all sleepy and whatnot; her brown M&M's t shirt that she insisted on wearing out of the store hangs a little bit long on her. I butt out my smoke and tuck it away.
She's pouting at me now, so I'll let it slide since she looks wiped out. It's not even late- only about seven- I guess fucking shit up at M&M's World for an afternoon will do that to you. I scoop her up with one hand; she immediately plants her head against my shoulder. "Come on, beti. Sleepy?"
She yawns, as if on cue, and throws her arms around my neck. I release the trunk from where I'm standing before going over to grab most of the bags. Charlie's already heading up the steps, holding a sleeping Adrian in one arm with Marley's hand grasped firmly in her free hand. And because it's Marley, he's got a bag in his hand, yapping Charlie's ear off.
Before I go inside, I check the mail like I usually do (fine, most days). And it's bills and the usual shit that goes directly in the trash, though there is one thing that catches my eye.
And why the fuck do I even open it; I should know by now. I really should. But I guess curiosity gets the best of me.
I open the letter, already annoyed.
Kudos to you.
I didn't think you'd have the balls to do it, since you only seem to be full of empty threats. But you sure showed me, bossman babe! Now I'm in big bad prison.
Anyway, I didn't write to simply congratulate you, since I suppose now you think you have a chance of taking Adrian from me. Well, that's what my lawyer tells me, anyway. Came with some BS papers last week after they dragged me in here, explaining that you're going after full custody of my son- of which you're not the father. So good luck with that. And speaking of you and I, I think it's a good time to tell you that we never even slept together...like ever. But maybe you knew that already.
