Daddy’s Hot Sauce

Emily heard the loudest thumped of her heart and when she was turning the knob and saw a pair of shoes that was now in front of her. She pressed her eyes as she was caught inside the room. Slowly she looked at the person in front of her and was surprised by it.

“I just burrowed a shirt,” Emily said in defensed to herself.

An old woman was standing in front of her now, wearing an A-Line Dress with printed brown stripes and paired with a black leather belt on the waistline. Emily was stunned by her looks, although her skin could tell her age the way she dressed up was enough for her to look young. The woman was also wearing a simple heirloom necklace with a green stone on it.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Who are you?” the woman sarcastically asked and looked at her from head to toe.

“Uh… I’m Emily Smith.” she smiled and kissed her hand as a sign of respect to elders.

But the woman just looked at Emily from head to toe and trying to see if she was just one of his son’s flirty women. She shook her head and crossed both of her arms as she was staring at her wearing her son’s tee shirt.

It looked like a dress to her as Emily got a petite type of body. She looked around and stepped forward to get inside the closet room with Emily wherein she checked every drawer in it and even looked at the wardrobe just to make sure something.

Emily was surprised as the woman didn’t accept her paying respect and just stepped forward to get inside the room. She wondered why this woman was being so cold towards her. Stepping beside the door and waited for the woman to ask some questions to her instead the woman did not even bother herself to look at Emily.

“Ma’am, would you like something to drink?”

The woman looked at Emily with a serious face. “You make yourself at home, huh. Let me ask you this, Is this even your house?” pointing her fingers around the house, then raised her brows to Emily.

“Sorry Ma’am,” she said in a low tone of voice and lightly bowed her head.

Emily felt embarrassed as the woman spoke the truth about it. She was just looking at the woman who was checking everything inside the room. Emily shut her mouth and just followed the woman’s every movement.

Where are you, Mr. Winston!

“Now tell me, Where is my son?”

Her guess was right, she is the mother. No wonder because they had the same personality and attitude toward another person.

The woman snapped her finger as Emily was just staring at her. “Are you deaf?” she asked and raised her brows.

Emily lightly shook her head and smiled at the woman. “Uh… I don’t know where he is. I was taking a shower a while ago and when I was done, he’s not here.”

She explained and felt the nervousness as she was staring at the woman’s eyes. She held both of her hands behind and trying to make herself calm in this situation.

The woman shook her head in disbelief at what Emily said to her so walked towards Emily’s stuff and threw it on the floor. Anger can be seen on her face as she was looking at Emily and said.

“You seriously… My God! I could not believe this!’ the woman raised her voice while her hands were making gestures and then looked at Emily and pointed her finger at the door.

“Get out of here! or I’ll call the police.” she said emphatically in her high tone of her voice.

Emily was shocked and her brows were now furrowed. She looked at the woman who was now angry at her. After picking up all her stuff on the floor she immediately stood up and said.

“Police? Do I look like a burglar to you Ma’am?” she asked in a high tone of her voice and pointed out herself so the woman would look at her. “This is absurd!” she said while putting her things in her bag.

“In the first place I shouldn’t be here but your son brought me up here!” She continued with an emphatic tone on it and raise both of her arms in front of the woman.

Emily left the woman at the penthouse with annoyance in her. She couldn’t believe that the woman was accusing her of burglar or anything. It was her first time that someone treated her like this.

Emily pressed the button of the elevator and waited for it to open.

Like mother, like son! she mumbled while walking toward the door.

After a while, the elevator opened up and she stepped in and pressed the button so it would immediately closed it. She heaved out a sigh and tried to dial the number of her friend. After a couple of rings, her friend answered it.

“Hello? Jane, please help me.” her voice was cracking at the moment and was trying not to cry.

“Here we go again, dear Emily.” Jane’s giggles can be heard over the phone.

“Stop laughing at me and fetch me here,” Emily said annoyingly to her friend. “I’ll send you my location.” She continued and cut the line and she lift her head while wiping the tears rolled down on her cheeks.

Argh! I want to be disrespectful to that woman! But God forgives me for that. She’s like Mr. Winston, Gosh! I hope our path won’t crossed again, because if that happens I won’t stop myself to voice out whatever I have in here.

She stepped out of the elevator and walked straight to the parking lot to wait for Jane. She crossed her arms as she felt the coldness of the air blowing on her legs. She only wore the shirt that she borrowed from Mr. Winston’s closet and did not even had a chance to grab her clothes.

Then, she saw three men were walking on the other side of the parking lot and one of them looked at Emily.

“Oh! Great, now I caught their attention.” She murmured.

She saw the three men were staring at her down through her legs who were exposed as her shirt is quite short for her to cover at least half of it.

The men were now in front of her. They were all laughing and others were now putting one arm on Emily’s shoulders.

“Hey, Sweetie. Need a ride?” he said confidently and smiled at her.

“My friend will come here soon so if you excuse me.” Emily was about to step out but one of them step in front of him and smirked at the others.

She stepped forward to Emily and said “Don’t go, sweetie. Were gentlemen and we’re not going to hurt you.”

Emily stepped backward and that made her slipped and fell on the arms of the other man behind her.

“Yeah and we’re just here to make friends with you.” the man said and was touching her waistline.