Broken Bad Boy novel Chapter 15

PERCIE

Eight months ago…

“Nothing, Percie. I thought maybe she’s tired in the flight, and she wanted to take a rest first,” Grandpa explained. 

I wasn’t entirely convinced. There was more to it than what these oldies were telling me.

“Grandma, since you’re done and ready, can you check on Emma while I’m in the shower. Please?”

“Of course, Percie. You go ahead. I’ll be with Emma. I’m also famished.” 

There was something odd going on that I couldn’t point my finger on it. I stared at both of them intently. Grandma took her purse and walked out of the door.

“What’s going on, Grandpa? Is there something you’re not telling me?” 

“Like what?” Grandpa asked back.

“Like secrets, you, Grandpa, and Emma are not sharing with me.”

“Go shower, Percie. I don’t have secrets to tell you.” 

Disappointed, I blew a huge breath before I walked into the bathroom.

Emma is okay, right? I talked to myself in the mirror after my shower. I put on my clothes quickly and joined them.

“Oh, did I take that long in the shower?” 

“Yeah. I thought you sleep in there.” Emma rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, Miss Sarcastic. Can we head out already? I’m starving.” I walked to Emma’s side to grab the back of her wheelchair.

“One purpose of EPW is to avoid the fatigue of pushing or man-handling like those manuals. Why are you pushing me?”

I smiled. “Why the bitchiness tonight, Emma? I just want to walk beside you, and I’m not pushing you, look?” I showed her my hands that I was not holding her wheelchair. “You look beautiful, by the way.” She applied light makeup on her face and curled her hair with her pastel maxi dress.

“Thank you, Perce. Now, I love you more. You complimented me.” Emma giggled with Grandma.

“She’s weird tonight.” I exchanged looks with Grandpa.

“Seriously, Em. You’re always beautiful, but I can compliment you every freaking day if that makes you giggle.”

“Hmph.” She hit me playfully on my arm. “And that makes you handsome too.”

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s true. If you believe you’re beautiful, then you have to believe I’m handsome too.”

“Shut up already,” Grandma said.

We choose the nearest restaurant to our hotel.

“Are you ready for tomorrow, Emma?” Grandpa asked.