Alex

I groaned as I rolled over onto my side as sunlight filtered into my room. I opened my eyes, blinking blurrily; I yawned as I looked at my alarm—which read 9.35am. I moaned, rolled back over and pulled my pillow over my head. Today is Saturday, meaning that I have chores to do. Seeing as I couldn’t get back to sleep, I figured I might as well get up. Tossing the covers off, I slowly made my way to my bathroom. Without turning the lights on, I turned my shower on and got in.

                Once I finished showering, I brushed my teeth and ran a brush through my hair. After braiding it, I walked back into my room and got dressed. It was nothing fancy—a pair of peace sign shorts (Peace sign on the back pockets) and a Hello Kitty tank top. I made my way downstairs to find Shawn cleaning up from breakfast.

                “Save me any?” I asked as he motioned to the oven. Breakfast is usually around 8am, but during the school year, it’s at 7am. I opened the oven and took out my breakfast. He had made something simple—eggs and hash browns with a side of fruit. I grabbed glass of milk and sat at the kitchen table—enjoying the quietness.

                Chores are broken up by how many kids there are in the house. There’s cleaning the house/doing laundry, cleaning the stables/mowing the lawn (Front and back), weeding the garden, etc. (That’s for summer time. In the Winter, it’s shoveling the sidewalks, etc). Seeing as its only me and Liam doing chores, we switch off every weekend. This weekend, it’s my turn to clean the house and do the laundry.

                If you’ve seen our house, its frickin HUGE! I don’t have to clean every room unless asked, but I have to clean the hall bathrooms, the guest bedrooms (just tidy up), vacuum the carpeted areas of the house, Swiffer the hardwood floors, wash windows, etc. With the laundry, there are baskets with people’s names and whatever’s in there, I wash. It gives me something do do—at least I’m not outside in the heat like Liam.

                Half-way into the afternoon, Liam came in all sweaty, shirt off, and smelling of fresh cut grass, and stable.

                “I’m finally DONE!” he declared, plopping onto one of the kitchen stools, downing the water I sat in front of him.

                By the time 2 o’clock rolled around, I was officially done with my chores. I wasn’t all sweaty like Liam. I wasn’t really sweaty at all. Liam was upstairs taking a nap after a very long shower.

                “I’m going to the grocery store… Do you want anything?” Shawn asked, standing in the threshold of the living room. I shook my head; then thought about it.

                “You going to Costco?” I asked as he nodded. I stood up;

                “I’ll go with you”

I went and gathered my bag from my room and we took his truck. We made our way to Costco as we grabbed two carts. He handed me a list and smiled.

                “You see something you like, don’t hesitate to grab it” He said as we split up.

At Costco, you can buy things in bulk—seeing as our family is so darn HUGE, we HAVE to buy in bulk. I looked at the list Shawn gave me as I went down the different isles, grabbing this and that. I went and grabbed a few gallons of milk—(We have another extra duty fridge out in the garage)—and yogurt, cream cheese, and a huge tub of ice cream—Getting one of everybody’s favorite flavor. I was making room for more groceries when I heard my name, so I looked up.

                “Hello, Frost!” It was my soccer coach, James Brooks.

                “Hello, Mr. Brooks” I greeted. His daughter, Ally was with him and she’s in the same grade I am and she’s popular.

                “How are you today?” He asked.

                “Good. Yourself?”

                “Can’t complain. I hear you’re skipping 5^th grade for 6^th?” Chuckling, I nodded. Ally watched me, playing with one of the necklaces I made.

                “I’ll see you at practice today then? Weather permitting? If it rains, then don’t bother to show up…” He chuckled as I nodded.

I watched them walk off and finished shopping. I’m not going to tell you how much groceries were, but let’s just say they filled the entire bed of the truck as well as the backseat. When we got home, we hauled in the groceries. When Shawn’s back started to hurt, I told him I’d take care of putting away the groceries and making dinner. When I was putting away groceries, I heard a loud explosion of thunder and then the rain came down. Guess I won’t be going to soccer practice today I dryly thought.

                I finished putting away the groceries as I opened the freezer, eyes grazing the contents. What to make for dinner… I asked myself as I found 2 packages of Stoffer’s lasagna. I took them out, turned the oven on 400 degrees, put them on cookie sheets and shoved them in the oven. It wasn’t a home cooked meal, but it was easy. I busied myself with setting the table. I made sure that the bread, butter, and apple sauce was out on the table. The only one’s home were Mark, Shawn, Glenn, Liam, Jay, Shannon, Az, Cherry, Criss, Kura, and myself. Everybody else was on the road.

                Honestly, I don’t see what the big deal is about doing chores and stuff. Personally, I find them relaxing and it gives me something to do. I mean, I get paid an allowance of $10—sometimes $20 if I do a good job on my chores. I don’t have a cell phone, I don’t have a debt/credit card, I don’t have an email, I do, however, have a Mac computer. I don’t have my navel, tongue, eyebrow, nose, or lip pierced. I have my ears pierced, though. Just twice. The lobe and above; I’m only 10—I still go outside and “play”. I don’t whine about having to babysit my younger siblings or when something doesn’t go my way. I don’t spend hours on the phone!

                Just because my parents are famous (especially my mom), doesn’t mean I’m spoiled rotten. The only reason I have a Mac computer is because I spent too much time on the main “Community” one in the man cave drawing and such. Now, I have my new tablet hooked up to it and I’m happily drawing away! I use my computer for playing RP games and for playing Diablo a lot. Yes. I’m a nerd!

                The lasagna was done as I called everybody to dinner. It was an early one—but I didn’t care.

                “Wow, sis! Enough to feed a small army!” Liam complemented, grinning.

I laughed.

                “Bro, you could eat all this by yourself!” I teased as he stuck his tongue out. Everybody dished up as my dad walked in, plopped next to me and made himself a plate.

                “Did you make dessert?” Liam asked as I shook my head.

To be honest, I really don’t mind my parents being on the road. They’re out doing what they love to do, and I know that they miss me—I miss them too.

                “Your turn to wash dishes, Liam” Mark reminded him as he nodded, mouth full of food. Liam had work at 5pm until 2am. He works at Buffalo Wild Wings and he loves it.

                Dinner was chatty—not as loud as it usually is, but it was enough. Once dinner was over—nothing was left in the lasagna containers. So once Liam and I finished clearing the table and wiping it off, I threw them away.

                “Shit! I have to work at 5!”

                “Go.”

                “I owe you”

He kissed my head before leaving—already changed into his work clothes. I shook my head and started rinsing the dishes so I could put them in the dishwasher.  

                “Liam had to work at 5. He’ll owe me” I informed Mark as he sighed, nodding.

                Once I finished with the dishes, I put them away and went up to my room. I was only 4.58pm; once in my room, I found Jay in my huge bean bag chair, the TV on.

                “Did your dad turn it on?” I asked as he nodded. It was on some cartoon movie. I needed to get to work on the orders for the jewelry, so I sat at my new desk and got started.

                A few hours later, my head snapped up when a loud knock came from my door. I looked over and found Jay under my blanket—he didn’t even wake up. I got up and opened my door, finding my father standing on the other end.

                “What?” I asked, kind of annoyed that I was interrupted. I was almost done, too.

                “Were you showering?” My dad asked as I shook my head.

                “No. I was making jewelry and got absorbed. What’s wrong?” I asked

                “Wanted to know if you wanted to go see a movie?” He asked as I shrugged.

                “Not really”

                “Alex is here!” Cherry’s voice rang out as we made our way downstairs.

               Alex is in his mid-30’s, short black hair, sharp blue eyes and a deep, rough, southern accent. He used to work construction (Owned his own company) before he owned his company now. He’s not married and has a drool worthy body. Oh yeah; he also has that bad boy smile. He is most definitely straight. He’s also a tiger were.

                “Ms. Frost, Paul” He greeted as they shook hands, I nodded my head.

                “What can I do for you, Alex?” I murmured, eyes watching him. His lips tipped into a smile.

                “Let’s talk” I nodded, leading him into Mark’s office. He set his brief case next to him as he said. I sat on the edge of his desk.

                “One of my clients saw the rug you did and was wondering if you’d make another one—only bigger”

                “How much bigger?”

                “Two times bigger”

                “Oh Alex!”

He liked how that sounded. He shook his head and focused on her.

                “You can do it, Frost. I believe in you” He smiled, stroking her cheek.

Frost shivered faintly.

                “When do you need it?”

                “First of August. Sooner the better”

                “Alex…”

He got up and tipped her head up.

                “Frost, you’ll be fine. Relax. I’ll pay for any material you need.”

I nodded and relaxed. Alex and I talked some more as I walked him to the front door. We shook hands as he left.

                I gave out a frustrated growl a few days later and threw my pen across the room. Damn these rich people! Damn Alex! But Alex isn’t to blame. I sighed softly. I know… I’m only 10!!

                A few weeks later, I was finally done with the project Alex asked of me. I was so done with this thing. I walked into Alex’s office as he grinned at me.            

“Save it” I snarked, carefully handing him the object of my hatred. He raised an eyebrow, taking it.

                “Someone’s snarky” He mentioned as a growl tore from me.

                “It was hard, Alex.” I said, my shoulder’s slumping. For weeks I had been a wreck. Constantly reminding myself that I could do it. Alex smiled and watched her. Her face was flush, eyes a shade darker, her—Alex shook his head. He should be disgusted with himself.

                “You’ll get paid, Frost” He assured her.

                “You think this is about money?!” She practically screamed at him. Before she could utter another word, Alex covered her mouth with his hand.

                “Calm down, Kitten. I’m sorry for putting you through this” He apologized, Frost staring at him in shock.

Alex never apologized—but here he was. She just merely nodded as he removed his hand. Clearing her throat, Frost looked at him square in the eyes.

                “My behavior earlier was inappropriate and I…apologize. Make no mistake, Mr. Sinclair. I AM a 10 year old girl.” She snapped, eyes flashing amber.

Alex smirked and backed her into the wall, leaning close.

                “Human laws do not apply to us, Kitten. Next time you think of challenging me, I’ll put you over me knee and paddle your ass.” With that said, Alex backed off, watching her reaction.

                “Intimidation doesn’t work on me, Alex. Don’t make petty threats you can’t dish out. I’ll be waiting for my check. Goodbye”

With that, she left. Alex breathed out roughly. Jesus Christ. He raked a hand through his hair and sat at his desk, looking at the carpet. It was indeed beautiful. The golden and red gave it a warm look, beads hung off the end, drawing attention. One way or another, She will be mine… Until then, I’ll wait. Alex mused. He had quiet the reputation with the ladies—He even owned his own private room at the BDSM club. The forbidden pleasures… He thrived on them, but for Frost… He’d give up that lifestyle. Maybe even introduce her too it.