Page 23 of The Heir
"Aw."She turns her face up to me and smiles. "I like that, that's nice."
I nod. I like it too because she's the one who makes me feel content. "Ready to go?"
Isobel nods and we say goodbye to Fabian and the kitchen staff, parting ways outside.
When I get home an hour later, I go straight to the kitchen, open my pack of noodles, sprinkle the seasoning packet on top and take a bite, traumatizing myself.
One thing's for sure, my baby will never have to eat another noodle ever in life. I'm personally seeing to that.
Chapter five
Running
Iawake with a start to my phone ringing the next morning with a text. I moan, cracking my eye open, seeing it's five in the morning on a Saturday. Christopher is already gone, nothing new. He always goes in around this time on Saturdays to get work done so his business isn't inundated with work, then home by two where we usually try to find something to get into.
Tonight we're supposed to attend an art showing at a new galleria. And I can't wait.
Me, Christopher, Brittany, Tiffany, their husbands and Anna are all going to be going together, then this fancy dinner afterwards.
I've been waiting roughly three months for this. I have my dress picked out, a deep green jeweled dress with a side cape, and I splurged on a beautiful pair of Louboutins. My feet are going to be suffering but it'll be worth it. Fashion is worth it.
I open my text, seeing it's a group text from my mother and Melody wanting me to meet them at a park nearby for a run.
Sis, get up! Mom and I are running at the park near you. Meet us there. I want to catch up with you about school!-Mel
Why so freaking early? I want to sleep in!-Izzy
I'm not a morning person, especially on a weekend.
Come on Isobel, you pay for the school, give her a chance to tell you about it. Besides, she wants to show off her skills, you know she just made the track team! And she always gets up at five to run.-Mommy
I smile and swing my legs over the side of the bed, getting up to pad my way over to the master shower and to sensa.
Ok, I'll be there in forty-five minutes. Love you!-Izzy
YAY! Oh my gosh you're the best sister ever!-Mel
I laugh, pulling off my pajamas.
I know., see you soon.-Izzy
I step into the shower and grab my loofah. Seeing a new body wash there, I open the cap and take a wiff. It's the same one on the bedsheets. I shake my head, not really caring for it and grab my jasmine body wash, hurriedly cleaning then treating myself to a nice orgasm in the shower before I hop out and hightail it as fast as I can to the parknear me.
I know they only picked it because if they chose a park by their house then I probably wouldn't have drug myself out of bed for it as they live over half an hour away.
I'm dressed in a green racerback tank, matching leggings, with a sweater tied around my waist and have my hair pulled up in a high bun, walking to my mother and Melody who are doing warm ups on the sandbar of the lake. I keep my feet firmly on the blacktop trail, not caring.
"You're gunna get sand in your shoes!" I call out to them, beginning to stretch out my arms.
I'm dreading, positivelydreadingthis run. Because I don't run. I'd rather squat a thousand pounds before I kill myself with cardio. Plus, I have my hair to think about. At least I have a blow out scheduled for later this morning so I don't have to worry about sweating it out ahead of the event tonight, but me and cardio don't mix due to my hair alone.
"God, you're already complaining?" Melody calls out to me.
I eye her frumpy school track suit, wishing I could buy her something different, more mature. Mom won't let her wear the type of work out outfits I wear, as she's only sixteen. However, even so, her body is amazing and the school uniform does nothing to hide it honestly. My sister, though she doesn't have as big of breasts as I do, has almost the same hips, and small waist. Except lucky for her she doesn't have to get her clothes tailored.
I must have my bottom set of ribs missing or something. I've been asked too many times to count if I had a booty butt lift and the answer is no. I just look like it, and wish I didn't.
I'd love to look like Anna, damnit.
