It Started with a BET

Chapter Thirty-three

Bryson's POV ;-)

I left home twenty minutes to eleven for Mateo's cafe.

I walked in with a smile, she was behind the counter Mrs Mateo was leaning on the counter, she's one strong old woman.

"Look who's here" she smiled at me, I can brag that old people love me.
"Hi" I smiled hugging her.
"It's my handsome boy" she told Zemela pulling my cheek.
"Of course it is" Zemela faked a high pitched voice.
"Oh don't be jealous hon" Mrs Mateo said.

"Uhmm... I'd like to_"
"Take your girlfriend out? Yes, yes you can" she cut me shut.
"I'm NOT his girlfriend" Zemela disagreed
"You young people are always like that. Whatever, girlfriend, no girlfriend you have my blessings to have babies" she winked at me, "make me a grandmother before I die" she whispered to me.
I chuckled, "I'll take your blessings for sure"

Zemela changed into her black cargo pants and green t-shirt.

"Sooo...where are we going?" She clicked her tongue
"Uhmm.. it's a surprise" I said starting the ignition.
"Or you're trying to kidnap me?" She playfully narrowed her eyes at me.
"I was planning on doing that but...Mrs Mateo knows we're together already..so mission failed" I frowned.

The rest of the ride was cool, filled with Zemela singing along to the songs from the Westlife track that played.

"Wait! All these cars" she gestured as I pulled up into the parking space, "belong you your family?" She asked.
"Yeah" I shrugged getting out of the car.
"Wow! You're really rich!" She said.
"My dad and I just love cars, nothing big" something we have in common.
"Niceeeee" she nodded as if noting something.

"Come on" I led her inside.
"Wow!" She let out, "nice interior"
"Thanks" I laughed, "my mom got the best interior designer in the states to remodel last year"
I laughed at her facial expression.
"Why are you laughing?" She said.
"You're expression is one in a million" I laughed.

"Good morning sir" the butler greeted.
"Morning"
"Good morning ma'am" he greeted Zemela.
"My name is Zemela, call me that" she smiled.
"Yes ma'am, what would you like?"

"Zemela" she corrected him
He nodded, "Yes Zemela, what would you like?"

She looked at me before answering, "anything would be fine as long as it's cold and not strong" she shrugged looking around.
"Ice cream for her, pineapple juice for me" I told him.

"I now know why you're so Bryson Griffin" she said as we made our way up the stairs.
"You're the only child of billionaire couple"

"Sometimes I wish to be you" she said following me into my room.
"Wow!" She let out, "you're room is as huge as my entire house!" She said.
"Isn't this space too big for only you?"

"Don't you feel watched, like the horror movie type of watched? If I owned a room like this I'd feel watched"

The butler came in with my glass of pineapple juice and Zemela's ice cream.

"Thank you" she smiled.
"Would that be all, sir?"
I nodded, "yes"

She went on and on about stuffs, I lost track at a point.

"Jeez, you talk alot" I said cutting her shut.

She exhaled, relaxing on the couch she took a spoonful of ice cream.
One minute passed, she said nothing.

"Hey, I didn't say you shouldn't talk.. let's have a conversation" I chuckled, she finished her ice cream in silence.

"Of course you did" she spoke.
"I didn't mean it...just" I sighed, "come here" I tapped the spot beside me, she stubbornly moved closer.
"I didn't mean to upset you" I said.
"Liar" she accused.