(Hangs up)

"Sir, I-"

I frustrated with all her rubbish, cuts the call.

"Twack!" I angrily threw the phone against the wall.

Guess what? It fell into a bucket of water.

"What the fuc!-" My beautiful Hazel eyes caught fire as I raged.

"Holy shit!" I roared and punched the wall really hard that my hands started bleeding.

"Fuck you! Fuck you, yahoo!!" I grit my teeth, folding my palms and holding my wrist, enduring all the pains that rushed through it.

"I never knew this water was here! Who on earth does this?! Jane must have done this on purpose!" I bowed my head in defeat and quickly removed my yahoo from the bucket of water.

"Only Jane knows what the Fuck this is doing here, pretty sure everyone must be asleep now but who fucking care!" I snapped out of my thoughts, trying to get the water out of my yahoo. I threw the door open and and downstairs.

"Don't fucking ask me why or what for 'cause am freaking gonna fuck that whore of a Jane out of this world! Oh... I mean I'm freaking gonna teach her a lesson she's never gonna forget in her fucking, miserable life!!" I corrected the stupid thought that flowed in my fucking mind.

Tisha' snore really scared me.

Seeing Tisha lying on the floor didn't freaking touch me! She deserves that and even worse more. Perhaps, she's nothing to me than my cook's daughter." I spat within myself even if I wasn't sure of what was going on in my stupid mind that moment. Now, am starting to feel somewhat guilty and foolish but I'm sure I wasn't. I mean... Maggie is more than a cook to me but a mother instead. Seeing Tisha made me remember all what happened hours ago so I went back into my room, unsettled. Banging the stupid door made my headache even worse.

I grabbed the general phone and called Jane...

"Hello sir. " Her sleepy voice muttered.

"I need you in my room, immediately!" I stormed and hanged up.

Jane's P.O.V

"Oh, My!" She finally opened her weak eyes and carried her lazy body out of bed.

"Why did my Terry called this late?" She asked asked herself as she looked at the wall clock saying 2:00 pm.

"Maybe he wants me since Tisha disappointed him. No, no, no... Maybe he needs someone to hug and sympathize with him since his grandfather is dead." 

"Shut up, holly cow! What am I thinking? Sir Terry is never sad, he's always angry. He's definitely, looking for someone to argue with." She thought as she finally stands up, twirling the edge of her ponytail and rushed to my room.

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Just as she swung the door wide open, a shiver ran through her spine as her heart started beating a billion times within a second. She glanced at me looking like hell or should I say a 'terror king'.

"W...What's wrong s... Sir, Y...you called m...me." She stammered as tears pricked in her lazy, blue eyes.

"Close the door behind you and get the fuck here!" I  commanded, facing my back to her and looking into the bucket of water next to the wall.

Her tiny, shaky legs moved closer as confusion blistered her face.

"Can you explain what this bucket of water was doing here?" I frowned at the bucket of water as I muttered.

Jane tried to understand my emotionless face but she couldn't. She becomes scared of what he will do next. She never expected any of these to happen.

I didn't even take a look at her.

"All thanks to that witch, Tisha." Jane though in her heavy heart.

"S.. Sir, I k.. Kept it for your night shower." She swallowed, clinching her jaws.

"You what?! When there's shower in the bathroom? Why on earth are you thinking with your teeth, smart-ass?" I fired.

" I'm so sor-"

"Get out!" I signaled her out.

Tears fell down Jane's cheek as she wiped them away and sadly leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

I locked the door and finally heads to the bathroom. Took a warm shower and went to bed.

***

Days Later...

In A Bar.

"OMG girls and their problems." Donald bursted.

"You can say that again..." I smiled, gulping down a bottle of chilled vodka.

"Why don't you tell me about Tisha. I think you should give her a chance, you know..." Mark brought up.

"Like really? Are you telling me this right now, Markie?"

"Well, we're your friends and Tisha is not that bad. At least, she's better than that slutty rose except for the face that she's sexier" He suggested.

"Don! Don! Which do you prefer, attitude or sexiness?" I asked, staring at their funny faces.

"Whatever, I think Tisha fits you better. So after last night, what happened this morning?"

"Hmmm... She was tempting but trust your guy. I wouldn't beg. I wouldn't beg even if I felt heavy and pity for her. She feels like a sister to me, not a woman, I don't know if you get?"

"We would never get because none of us have two women to ourselves the way you do..."

"As if guys get award for begin in a stupid relationship. I dont fucking care about what Tisha or Rosy feels, Love is when you love someone and that person loves you in return. To me, Tisha is a sister while Rosy is a friend. I surely cant propose not to to talk of marrying any of them."

"Well this morning, when I walked out of my room. She prepared breakfast and served it, already waiting for me on the dinning table." The thoughts ofher alone makes me weak.

"Our eyes met and immediately, she smiled. Her lips shieverd to say some words, probably to apologise and in my head, I thought she was going to but... she didn't do that!"

"And?"

"She gently walked up to me and knelt down. Crying about being ugly, not as good and as classy as Rosy."

"What?! Who the hell does that?" Mark asked quirking an eyebrow. "You mean Tisha actually knows?"

"Yeah! Tisha knows Rosy. They were even highschool mate but not friends really. Tisha is that close to me, like, she knows my every move. She knows Rosy before I did and infact, better than I do."

"You're crazy, TY. How could you?"

"I think its destiny playing me crazy here dude, I never knew until recently. I took Rosy on a date, and Tisha was there all alone."

"Why was she there all alone? Don't tell me you..." Donald mimicked and Mark fell for it. They both let out an annoying laughter that kind of vexed me.

"No, of course not! Wait Don? What do you take me for? A dog, a stupid player? I'll never do that to Tisha, never!"

"Calm down Ty, so what was she there for?" Mark pleaded with a smile.

"Tisha was there with a friend. A girl-friend but her attention was with me. She concluded the meeting and greeted Rosy. Tisha spoilt the date, claming she was sick and I should take her home."

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