Ollo awesome Earth dwellers ! Sorry for the long wait. I've just came bak from Johor and Singapore a few days ago and got only a day's rest before I had to rush to Kuala Lumpur to go to my grand-uncle's funeral ( Rest in Peace, Hin Koo Kong !! <3 )
So, there you have it - Chapter 14 ! I hope it's a good one...
•••CECILIA ƇᎾИИΛĿƐĪƓĤ•••
"Get a job, rent an apartment, get a life, anything ! Just .... Don't stay here !", I said, trying to stay calm. Vincent's pleas to let him stay at the house is burning the last corners of my patience.
"I'll pay you the rent, then.", he said.
"Rent ? What do you think I am ?", I scowled, "I'm not after your money, whoever you might be. I just need you to go away. So don't come back, and don't trouble me with your petty matters."
He grabbed my arm before I could fully turn away. "Please. I'll do all the housework, and there's no need to even pay me. Just allow me to stay, that's all."
"Letting you stay is a form of payment, smartass." I rolled my eyes. "Four days.", I firmly said. I pursed my lips into a straight line and heaved a big breath. "Four days, and you're out. Deal ?"
"Yes! Thank you ! Of course. Deal."
"No cleaning, cooking, washing or gardening services in the rest of the house needed. Just stay out of my way and take care of your own temporary property, got it ?" I narrowed my eyes at him. He grinned and gave me a salute.
"Yes, ma'am!" He rubber his palms together. "Now, which suite am I staying in ?" He scanned the room and looked up stairs.
"Suite?", I looked at him incredulously. "There's ain't no fudgin' suite in here, you bimbo spoilt brat ! Bet you aren't capable of washing, cleaning, cooking or gardening in the first place... Why did I even ask...", I muttered, trudging up the stairs and beckoning to him to follow me up to his so-called 'suite'.
I showed him to the guest room far from my own room. We had two master bedrooms, obviously already taken by myself and Jasmine, and we had three other guest rooms. The one I gave Vincent was the one furthest from me, at the end of the hallway. Hah! Wait till he sees the inside of the room.
~Сεϲιλιαƞƞα Βελλε Δβεʀƞετհψ~
( back in London )
"What do you mean he's not back yet ??", I shrieked. "He should be here by now !"
"Madame, I am sorry. I am sure 'ee vould veesit 'ou once 'ee 'as returned. Your mother said so." French maid, Alayna, said imidly and bowed her head down. I scowled and she immediately retreated from the room.
"ALAYNA !!!!!!!", I yelled.
Alayna scurried into the room and gave a small curtsey. "Madame?", she asked without making eye contact.
"Get my head of security. NOW."
"Yes, madame."
•••CECILIA ƇᎾИИΛĿƐĪƓĤ•••
Day 1 of Vincent's stay swooshed past rather quickly, and boy and I happy about that. Day 2 on the other hand was less productive and doesn't seem to be advancing at all.
I restricted Vincent from watching TV with me and after so many of his beggings, I managed to convince him that he had better things to do.
I sat comfortably on the couch watching the Ellen Degeneres show with Jasmine. We were having a blast while watching one of Ellen's people pretending to drop his potatoes while saying, "Ohhh my potatoes.... I hope I don't drop my tiramisu..". They were waiting to see if there were anybody who would sincerely help others. In this case, the guy who dropped all his potatoes. Ohhhh I laughed until I cried !
If you haven't watched the episode, go watch ot quick ! It will certainly make your day.
Oh oh oh ! And don't forget to watch the episode which shows Alex Pettyfer taking off his shirt ....
Ehumm.. Err.. Right ! You go do that !
There was a knock at the door and I dragged myself from the couch to get it. "Stupid door... Taking me put from my daydream...", I muttered. I opened the door and looked at the vositors with a sleepy face, "Whazzup, fellas? "
Three official guards in black suits like Men In Black stood in front of me while two thers were behind them with their backs to us. The tallest guy stepped orwards and asked in a gruffy Brittish accent, "Have you by any chance seen or met our lost Prince Vincent Delrough? "
My eyes widen at the sound of his name, and speak of the devil, he came bounding down the stairs. I shut the door slightly and looked at Jasmine, who had obviously overheard the conversation so far. She looked back at me with a worried expression and motioned me tyo go back. To the conversation with the suited men and act normal.
"Excuse me, miss.", another guy asked. "Are you a certain American Cecilia Connaleigh ?"
Ohno. They found me ! They're one of them superspy murderer body guards after me. Noooo !
"Crikey, no!", I hastily faked a heavy Australian accent. "I'm an Australian. 'Am here visiting me cousin and her fiance, I am." The guards looked at me with an unsure expression. Then I realised something.
"Miss, you don't sound Australian."
I mentally slapped myself on the forehead for my pathetic excuse for an Australian accent.
I prepared myself for a thicker accent and said, "Yea, coz I mostly live in Scotland. Picked up the accent from there, too. Haha."
I inwardly rolled my eyes. Great ! Not only have I involved the Aussies, but now the Scottish ?! Da heck is wrong with me?? And this is all just to cover up my identity.
Just that moment, I received a phone call from Jasmine. "Oh, elloh ! Yea yea !! Meena, baybeh!" Meena ?! Oh, Great... How the hell did I make up a Jersey accent ?!
Jasmine was on the other line and I could imagine the look on her face. "What's wrong with you?! Why are you talking like that?"
The guards exchanged looks and stared at me dumbfounded.
"Aye, that fine lass Nico put his baby in my house. Sleepin', he is. So yah bettah turn down your volume, aye?" I spund like a gruffy old Mexican, then a fake Jersey Australian Scot.
Jamine thankfully got the messge and whispered through the phone. "Okay. You can explain the accents to me layer, but now I need to give you updates on our location." She paused.
"Leapin' Kangroos ! Where are yeh fellas? Not lost, I hope. You gotta come back in time for dinner.", I looked at the guards who we patiently waiting. They obviously have no where else to go. Why can't they get that the 'American Cecilia Connaleigh' is not here ??
I held up a hand in appology while grinning appologetically and pointing to the phone. I even added the exaggerated rolling eyes and all they did was nod in understainding.
"Umm.. Yeah.. What?", Jasmine said.
"Hurry it up, will yeh? Where yeh at?"
"We're currently at my Aunt Jodi's house. We'll leave the place once we see any sign of threat. How's it going on your side?"
"Well, ehhh.. " I looked at the stone-like men. "The chewing gum on the door isn't budging.. May have'tah take a while."
"Oh.. What should I do until then? "
"I guess you can walk around, but don't let those mosquies get to yeh."
"Okaaaaay, I guess. So, just keep hidden, right?"
"Yeah. Oh, Kangaroos and Koalas ! Look at the time! Best get start'n dinner now. Tell Roger I wish him luck on his track race."
"Um... Thanks...? Bye. Call or text when the coast is clear, kay?"
"Sure thing ! Okay, cheerio ! Toodleedoo!", I ended the coded call cheerfully.
I looked at the guards. "Sorry 'bout that, mate. Would'jah wanna come in for some lizard tail tea ? Freshly caught and made, ya know." I hid my laugh when their stony expressions changed into disgusted ones. One guy almost vomitted. Aha ! Nice.
"N-no, miss. It's alright. We ..um.. Wouldn't want to intrude." The others backed him up and shook their heads.
One guy whispered to another guy, "It's way obvious that we got the wrong girl." They sent a freaked out glanced at me and said, "Yeah... Very very wrong."
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Ohnoooo! Now Jasmine and Vincent is on the run ! Whoa.. Plot twist !