To Color Your Life

"We need to talk," the girl began as she and Kevin were in the kitchen, away from prying eyes and ears.

"About what?" the man put the champagne bottle on the kitchen table and folded his arms over his chest.

He was clearly pleased with himself.

No, objectively Kevin Claren was not that bad. Tall, broad-shouldered. A promising player in the national rugby team. Hot fantasy for teenage girls.

To Emily, he looked like a huge grizzly bear. So fragile and small she was next to him. He could totally crush her.

"I suggest we stop all this game with matchmaking. You and I are different people. But our grandmothers don't seem to see it. Talk to Mrs. Claren. Tell her that it is not gonna work . Tell her you do not like me, or whatever you come up with."

"What for?"

What? What for? Who keeps the conversation going like that?!

Emily took four glasses out of the cupboard and began to work on the bottle. The "assistant" was clearly in no hurry to help. Well, to hell with him.

"I like to eat a lot of delicious food. Your grandmother cooks great," the guy leaned against the countertop and watched the girl wrestle with the metal wrapper around the cork.

"Have you tried to get a girlfriend?" Emily flared up. What a smart ass! To come to her grandmother to eat deliciously! Yeah, found yourself a cook!

"Well, actually I do have one. She doesn't know how to cook. But she is good in bed," the guy added and winked.

What the hell was that now?!

Emily could hardly resist hitting Kevin over the head with the bottle.

He has a girlfriend and goes on dates with others?! Yes, and eats for free!

After the situation with Peter and his betrayal, this point was especially poignant for Emily. She realized that she could forgive a man a lot, but not adultery.

And guys like Kevin disgusted her.

In appearance, he is so gallant and well-mannered, just an example of nobility. But in fact, a wormy apple!

"Listen, you always seemed so shy to me. Well, like a gray mouse. But it turns out, that you are such a hot stuff," the man in one step overcame the distance between them, "My girlfriend is not even close."

Whoa whoa! Boy, slow down!

Emily was momentarily confused. A second, and Kevin was behind her. His hands rested on the table on either side of the girl.

"You're so hot," the man whispered in her ear, "How about getting off two old nags and hanging out somewhere, huh? Nobody will know. Show me how to use adult toys correctly. In fact, I have a couple of them."

The guy moved even closer, and Emily felt his horny groin on her ass.

Someone clearly wanted to say goodbye to his life.

The dragon inside the girl rose on four legs and twitched its tail. His chest turned red and he opened his mouth.

A scream, like the screech of a cat with its tail crushed, flew from the kitchen to the living room. The man doubled over, clasping his palms between his legs. His face was red with pain.

"What the fuc-"

Before he could finish, the champagne cork flew out of the bottle right into the guy's eye. He lost his balance and fell to the floor, not knowing what to grab - a bruised groin or a bruised eye.

"Cool down," Emily turned the bottle over, and a sizzling liquid poured over the man's head, spreading over his shoulders and chest.

"Bitch! Do you even know how much this suit costs! It's Armani!" Kevin strained through his teeth, howling in pain.

Looks like she hit him really hard on the spot where the sun doesn't shine. Ok, it was a forbidden trick, so be it. For a couple of days he will at least start thinking with his head. Maybe the brain will start working.

"Boy, you're not grown up yet to wear Armani," Emily chuckled. Her boss had Armani. She could tell a fake from a real one.

"God, what's going on here?!" Mrs. Claren's dazed gaze moved between the girl and her grandson.

"I will never come to this house again!" Kevin got up with difficulty from the floor, "Grandma, let's get out of here!"

He flew out of the room with a quick step (as best he could), forgetting about his precious "old nag" that hurried after.

The front door slammed somewhere.

There was silence in the kitchen.

Damn, granny is a freak of cleanliness! Emily began to realize what she had done. In the next hour, she was sure to have the floors washed. And that scene with Kevin too!

"Hmmm, judging by the smell, the champagne was good. That's a pity we won't drink it." Mrs. Hayes tapped her chin with her forefinger thoughtfully. "Anyway!" she clapped her hands and smiled, "How about red wine? I have a wonderful bottle open."

Ha? Wine?

Emily blinked. Granny didn't look upset. On the contrary, it felt like the woman had recently left the spa.

"Yes... Wine is good," the girl replied in confusion.

"That's great," the old lady showed her thumbs up and turned to leave the kitchen.

What was it? Where are the interrogation questions? Comments?

"Ah, before we get down to wine," Mrs. Hayes turned around. Her gaze resembled an adult tigress watching the pranks of an unreasonable kitten,

"Wipe the floor dear. And for God's sake, change this disgusting outfit, otherwise, my eyes will soon bleed from the sight of you. But for the bedroom, your look is quite something," the woman winked and, singing one of her favorite tunes, left.

Looks like Emily has jumped to conclusions again.

The girl sighed and went into the back room for a rag.