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Melanie stare into space, standing across from Archie with the sketchbook in her hand. Her heart beat louder than a drum as Archie stare keenly at her face, pausing for an answer.
Melanie open her mouth to talk but to her utmost surprise, nothing came out of her mouth.
Archie stands still, with his hands crossed over his chest. “What do you think about the sketch, Mom?” he inquires, hiding his smirk with a cheerful smile that creeps up his face afterwards.
“It’s… It’s kinda… Cool.” Melanie stutter as her gaze drift to the sketch.
“Any idea who that little girl is? Think I’ve seen her somewhere but I can’t remember where, so I decided to sketch my illusion.” he chuckles loudly.
Melanie fondles the book in her hand, she stares at the sketch for a while, then shakes her head nervously. “I don’t think… I’m not sure if. Perhaps…”
The door creeps open, halting Melanie from completing her speech. Mr Gordon stepped in, smiling widely at the two. Melanie hides the sketch behind her back as she discerns Mr Gordon walking up to them.
Archie notices that, he smirks devilishly as he understands what she’s trying to hide; the sketch?!
“We will continue our discussion later,” Archie whispers to her, before taking his gaze to his father.
Upon getting to them, Mr Gordon glance around the room to see it has been packed up. “Hey, big boy.” He smiles, standing next to Melanie with his hand wrapped around her waist. “Packing already? You should be resting now, and do that later. Why in a rush?” he chuckles, seeing Archie all ready for the journey back home.
“I think it’s the opposite for me; packing now, and resting later.” He chimes in, brushing his hair to the back.
“That’s what makes us different.” Mr Gordon nods with a smile on his face. His hair dangles in the air as he does that.
Archie makes a disgruntled look, at having his father in his room at that important moment. “Why are you here?” He asks, eyeing his father for interrupting the moment.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Mr Gordon shrugs happily. “I’m here for my woman, the one that you held hostage.” he glare hard at Archie while pulling Melanie closer to his side. Letting it be known to his son with his gaze that, he is not sharing his woman.
Archie rolls his eyes dramatically. “You can take your woman now, I think we are done, and I need to sleep as you suggested.” he groans, falling on the bed with his eyes closed.
Melanie drops the sketchbook on the bed, without attracting any of the guys’ attention. Archie notice that but chose not to talk.
“Thank you!” Mr Gordon smiles, he releases his grip on Melanie’s waist and takes her hand instead.
He turns his gaze to her, capturing her stunning stare. “I have something to show you,” he says to her face. “Follow me,” he added, before pulling her with him as they journey back to his room.
Upon getting to his room, Mr Gordon let go of her hand and motioned for her to sit down on the sofa. Melanie reluctantly sits on the bed, staring at Mr Gordon’s face, wondering what he has to show her.
He stands straight in front of her, with his hands pressed on both sides of his waist. “There’s this tutorial that I was watching earlier on YouTube. It was a tutorial on how to style long hair, so I want to try it on you.” he gushes happily, running over to the dresser to fetch a hair brush.
“Why do you want to practice your newly discovered talent on my head?” She yells after him, and her voice travels all over the room.
Having picked up the necessary equipment, Mr Gordon turn around and started walking up to her with the hair brush and hair lotion. “You would thank me later. Let’s get it done with. Shall we?” he grins, the thought of being able to retrieve Melanie from his son brought a smile to his face.
Melanie notice the winsome grin on his face and wonder what was up with him. “Are you that happy that you’ll be working on my head?” she raised her head, sending him a deadly glare that lasted for a few seconds.
“Come on, how’s that matter when I’m so eager to have you around me?” he squealed, pinching her nose with a big smile plaster on her face.
Melanie smiles shyly. “Let’s see what you got.”
“With pleasure, ma’am.” he joke, which earns him a smack on his butt.
Mr Gordon groans lightly while weaving a thin line of her hair to the back.
“How will it feels if I smack your butt the same way you did to me?” He shove her head to the left side, peeking at her face.
“It will hurt my feelings. And I wouldn’t mind kicking your balls for being a jerk.” she stick out her tongue at him.
Mr Gordon smirked devilishly. “I would do anything to have your hands on my ball.” he winks at her.
“Oh, good look!” Melanie squealed, covering her both ears with her palms. “Can you stop talking about that?” she whines, her cries sounding so babyish which makes Mr Gordon double-check her face.
“How old are you again?” he asks seriously, he tilts his head to recall the day she was introducing herself to him. “Twenty-four right? If I’m not mistaken,” he demanded.
Melanie sighs, then rest her arms over her chest. “Why are you suddenly interested in my age, trying to point out our age difference?” she flares her gaze at him, with a disgruntled expression on her face
“No,” Mr Gordon smile charmingly. “I want to know beforehand so I wouldn’t be thinking of doing it with a minor,” he smirk, rounding up the hair.
Melanie gasp as she points out the taunt in his tone. “You weren’t looking down on me, were you?” she snapped at him.
“Of course not, Mine!” he clamps his mouth tight. “You might want to check your hair.” he gestures towards the mirror at the dresser for her.
With a roll of her eyes, Melanie walks up to the mirror and scream angrily. “What the hell did you do to my hair?” she huffed at the silly style he did on her head.