A Second Chance

Chapter 10

Andre Harris POV

The alarm clock next to my bed goes off letting me know it's time to wake up. "It's time to wake up! Whoo Hoo!" The voice of Micky Mouse repeats until I manage to hit the right button to shit it off. Why do I have a colorful and annoying Micky Mouse alarm clock? Easy answer. Jasmine Andrea Harris.

My six year old niece. It was a birthday present from here two years ago. I remember hiding the alarm clock away only to be met with brown eyes filled with tears when she thought I didn't like my gift. I rather have an annoying alarm clock than have my niece think I hate her gifts. The struggles of being an Uncle.

Jasmine Andrea Harris, light brown eyes, mid-length straight black hair, a small button nose and the wisdoms of a 60 year old woman. She's the perfect mix of Joseph and my sister in law Tammy. But she has that sassy yet loving attitude of Tammy.

I lay in bed until I feel the rays from the sun slightly warming my dark skin. Looking to the left I see that I left the blinds and curtains up last night. Oh yea, I was looking at the stars while thinking about Her.

Hitting a button on the remote, the blinds and curtains close making my room darker. I slowly rise from my queen sized bed and flip the light switch on. My room's layout is modern yet simple. The walls are cobalt blue with light gray and white trimmings. A 68 inch flat screen is mounted on the wall in front of my bed. A few night stands here and there, with a sound sound system hooked up to pandora finishes off my room.

I take the three steps down and go into my bathroom. I look in the mirror as brush my teeth. My gray eyes are slightly cloudy from all the cases at work, while my hair is overgrown letting me know it's time to visit JR for my haircut. I run my fingers over the stubble on my chin before spitting toothpaste out my mouth. I look over my body seeing I'm only dressed in silk pajama bottoms.

Some things have changed since high school. I've bulked up more, grew four more inches and became a man. I strip my clothes and step into the shower. The tense muscles in my back loosen as soon as the warm water hits my body. Taking deep breaths, I feel the water running down my body before washing myself off.

After my hot shower, I wrap a blue towel around my waist before stepping in my room. As I make my way to my closet I feel the carpet underneath my feet. I flick the light on for my walk in closet. I choose a pair of loose fitted black jeans, a casual gray button down shirt and gray Nikes. Walking back into my room I put my clothes on my bed and start to get dress.

"Mmmm don't mind me." I hear as I'm about to drop my towel. Clutching the towel I turn around and see Nicole standing in my doorway.

"What the fuck Nicole?" I ask after securing my towel around my waist.

"What? You can get dressed. Just pretend I'm not here." Her eyes rake over my body before she bites her lip.

"Get the hell out of my room. Close the door on your way out." I tell her with a serious face.

"But..."

I cut her off. "But nothing. I'm trying to get dressed. Get the hell out." I let my voice get deeper so she knows I'm not playing game right now. She pouts before closing my door. I lock it before getting dressed and going down stairs to look for Nicole. I heard towards the Kitchen after hearing voices.

"Good Morning Mr. Harris." A sweet voice calls out.

"Ms. Gwen, I told you to call me Andre. You're older than me and my parents taught me respect, so just call me Andre." I give my maid a smile.

"Of course Mr. I mean Andre." She gives me a wide smile before returning to the stove to cook. Gwen Richmond is a kind forty-eight year old woman. Her skin is the color of caramel, With warm green eyes and black hair that's always in a puff. She's been my maid for almost three years, but I don't see her as a maid. To me she is just Gwen.