We Didn’t See it Coming by Christine Young-Robinson Read Free Book Online

about their family. She prayed it wasn’t anything about Baron and her. “What’s on the news?”
    The eldest sister watched the masseurs diligently focusing on Kenley. “You’re dismissed,” she ordered. The masseurs marched out immediately.
    Milandra sat up and put on her robe. Noelle followed.
    â€œKenley, you must be careful how you speak around the help and others. We’re the Houstons. People feed off of gossip about us.”
    â€œWhat did you hear?” Noelle demanded to know.
    â€œOn the news it said, and I quote, ‘The question is, where is the fourth daughter?’ ”
    Milandra’s eyes lit up. “Fourth daughter? They’ll go to any length to make up such gossip about our family.”
    Noelle agreed. “Yes, that’s going too far.”
    Kenley busily dried off with a towel. “Well, we know they’re not talking about Mother. So they must be speaking of Father. Could it be true?”
    â€œKenley, I wonder about you sometimes. Are you loyal to this family?”
    â€œHow dare you, Milandra, think I’m not loyal to my family? But Father was a handsome and powerful man. He could have had any woman he wanted.”
    Milandra went up to Kenley. She snatched her by the arms and shook her. “Stop it! Stop talking that way about Father and he’s not even buried yet.”
    Noelle pulled Milandra away from their baby sister. “She has a right to her opinion,” she commented.
    â€œAre you turning against the family, too?” Milandra asked as she turned to face Noelle.
    â€œNever,” Noelle said. She knew that if her sister found out about Baron she would think she did.
    Kenley stormed out of the room and cried, “I want Mother and Father.”
    â€œSee what you’ve done. It’s only been one day since Mother and Father’s death. Please, I beg you, Milandra, let’s not grow apart.”
    The sisters hugged. “The media is cruel,” Milandra said.
    â€œYes, we won’t read nor watch any television to hear the vicious lies.”
    â€œWe need to call Mr. Chavis,” Milandra suggested. “He’ll handle such gossip.”
    Milandra called him but got no answer.
    Every chance Noelle got she tried to contact him and she, too, received no answer.

Chapter 7
    B aron woke up, covered with a sheet, but realized that he wasn’t in his house. His head throbbed from the after-effects of the rum. He felt as if he had a couple of paperweights on his forehead. Peeking under the cover, he discovered that he was stripped of his clothes.
    The Latin music playing didn’t help his aches and pains. He looked up to see Aniyah dancing. She twirled her nude body to the music. “You like?” she asked.
    â€œOh, no, Aniyah, tell me I didn’t.”
    She threw herself on top of him. He tried to push her away, but she swung her arms around his neck.
    â€œThis is a serious mistake. Whatever part I’ve played in this, I’m deeply sorry.”
    â€œYou were drunk. You thought I was my mother.”
    He recalled his old love, Tessa Sanchez. “Oh God, forgive me.”
    Baron grabbed Aniyah and tossed her off him. He got up and looked at his cell phone to see that he had numerous missed calls, one or two from Milandra, but most of them from Noelle. “I have to get out of here. I should be planning your father’s funeral. Shit!” Baron recalled who she really was. He slipped on his clothes.
    Aniyah laughed. “You called my papa a bastard last night.”
    Astonished, Baron wondered what else he had said while under the influence.
    â€œIt must have been the rum talking.” He looked over at her nude body. “You’ve got a bathrobe. Put it on.”
    She walked up behind him and put her arms around his waist. She licked his neck. “I want you to be my lover.” She pushed her hands down in his pants.
    Baron pushed her hands off of him.