Lies, Lies And More Lies✔️

31: Tee Tee, Do You Love Me?

"Hi, Derrek!" I called out to Derrek with half a bucket full of water in hand. He was grabbing a towel from the cupboard beside his bathroom sink and had his back facing me. He had no idea what was coming next.

"Huh—" I emptied the water on him the moment he turned around and his expression was priceless. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

"You should see your face! Hi-la-rious!" I laughed as I set the bucket down. Derrek flicked off the water dripping down his hair, away from his face.

"We called a truce. What the hell are you doing?"

"I had to have the last laugh." I simply shrugged in my soaking wet hoodie and sweatpants. Derrek had made sure that every inch of my body was covered in dripping wet as soon as our water fight began and in the process the living room and kitchen floor had been covered in water. I hadn't played this much since I was a little kid. Derrek had drenched me in water before calling for a truce on the count of 'we were going to ruin the couches if we continued'. He didn't think of that when he surprise attacked me with a bowl of water the first time.

"Honestly, Tiara." Derrek shook his head in disappointment before proceeding to reach for the towel. He tossed one at me and grabbed another, then, he dried his hair and body. His sweatpants was still dripping with water when he walked out into his bedroom and I walked out behind him with the towel draped over my shoulders. I needed to get out of the wet clothes before drying myself.

"It's been fun, Cady." I patted Derrek on my way out and tried not to think of the feel of his smooth skin on my palm. Why had I done that? And why was his back so smooth?

"I'm glad that my apartment and I could entertain you." Derrek said sarcastically and I cheered, yelling 'encore' but he promised to kick me out if I made any other messes.

After I grabbed my dry clothes that I had washed earlier on, I went on to change in the guest room and by the time I had returned, Derrek was already mopping up the water in the living room. He was in dry sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Do you need any help with that?" I asked as I tiptoed into the living room.

"It's alright. You can just sit here and be a good girl." He said and I narrowed my eyes at him. How could he dare to order me around?

"I most definitely will not sit here and be a good girl." I disagreed.

"Tiara, please." He sounded a bit frustrated as he set the mop down in the bucket. He brushed his palms over his hair before giving a heavy sigh.

"I don't want to sit here. I want to help." I insisted and as Derrek parted his lips to speak, I held a hand up and circled around the couches to get to the kitchen, so, I didn't step on the wet slippery floor.

I grabbed another mop bucket and mop and began mopping up the water in the kitchen. We had made such a mess. I couldn't help but laugh as I recalled our epic water fight. I hadn't had this much fun in a long time.

A few minutes had passed when the familiar tune of Loading by Olamide ft Badboy Timz came on from Derek's stereo system. I couldn't help but move to the catchy song as I mopped the floor. By the time I was done with the kitchen, a couple of other bangers had played and I was still in the mood of dancing. It seemed Derrek had been in the same mood as he had been dancing with the mop as I walked out into the living room. He was dancing some salsa routine to Nakupenda by Chike.

"What? You've never seen a man and a mopstick dance before?" Derrek said as I sat on the couch, laughing at him. "You can laugh all you want but Miss Mops is a fantastic dancer."