The Fight Club by P.A. Jones Page B

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Chapter 15
    Noah
    "Good evening, sir.” My butler opened the car door for me. I stepped outside and threw the key to him. Before he got in, he stopped for a second, "Sir, I forgot to mention we have a guest."
    "A guest? Why did you let him in?" This irked me. No one was supposed to know my home address and enter my house without my permission. No one invaded my privacy.
    "She came with Mr. Rich," he answered politely.
    "Uncle Sam brought a woman in the house?" That was something...unexpected. I had better check it out myself.
    "Yes sir," he replied.
    "Okay, fine. Just don't inform him I'm already here." I walked quickly towards the house. My curiosity was peaked already.
    When I entered, I heard two familiar voices. One was Uncle Sam, and the other was Julie’s.
    Am I hallucinating? She can't be here. Yet to my surprise, Julie was sitting on the couch, talking with Uncle Sam.
    "Julie, you..."
    "Noah! What are you doing here?" Her eyes grazed me up and down.
    "It's my home. I should ask that same question to you."
    "You two seem to know each other very well." Uncle Sam stared at us.
    "I work at the club where Noah is a client," Julie replied, her eyes still focused on me.
    "Didn't I tell you about the fight club, Uncle Sam?" I fixed my eyes on him. I was afraid that he would talk about Tonya by mistake. And Julie was the last person I would want to know about Tonya.
    "I should probably go, Uncle Sam. Thanks for the tea." Julie smiled and stood up. Seeing her ready to leave broke a cord in my heart. What the fuck was happening to me? Why I was getting all hyped up about her? She was just a normal girl. But whenever I saw her, something happened inside me. I was a bee, and she was the sweetest flower in all the world. And it wasn't just her smile, I liked the way she dealt with me. Girl's don't fool around me for respect, they want my money or my body. But this girl, wanted respect and she fought for it.
    "No no, I invited you to dinner. You should stay. Don't worry, Noah won’t mention this to your employer. Would you, Noah?" Uncle Sam was burning a hole in my body with his eyes now. He seemed to like her.
    "Of course not, Julie. It's none of my business what you do outside of your working hours,” I stammered.
    "Are you sure, Noah? I hope this isn’t too awkward for you," she replied.
    "It’s fine. Yes, you should stay for dinner. I shall take leave from you."
    "If you aren’t staying for dinner in your own home I would feel embarrassed," Julie added.
    I looked at her. I wondered if she really meant that, after how I behaved with her. But her eyes sparkled with innocence. There was nothing dark within them.
    "Okay, I'll join you for dinner,” I relented. “How do you know each other? Sam never talked about you before."
    "It's a funny story, actually. And we met not only once, but twice in the last few days. Both the times this girl saved me from falling on my ass." Uncle Sam chuckled.
    "Falling where?" After the incident with Tonya, I didn't visit Uncle Sam regularly, but he was my superhero from childhood and I couldn't loath him for his decision to support Tonya’s choice to leave. He was the only family I had left.
    "I nearly crashed into a bush a few days back, when I was shopping, and she caught me mid-fall. When I visited the Peter's Orphanage today, one small kid smacked into me accidentally. I was about to take a tumble. But thanks to Julie, I’m okay.”
    Uncle Sam smiled at her. I knew he regularly visited orphanages for charity purposes. But what was Julie doing there?
    "I know, it sounds stupid. But she literally held me in her arms when I fell down," Uncle Sam replied in a shameful voice.
    We all laughed and headed straight for the dining room. During dinner, we were smiling and laughing. I felt good because it was like having dinner with a real family. Julie added a nice touch to the dinner. When the dinner was over, she picked up the dishes.
    "Leave them there. We have waiters for that,” Sam