Page 19 of Peep
He’s really going to regret this.
Chapter 10
Anders
Imust be lost in a fever dream because there’s no way I slammed to my knees and let Jahmar unload all over my face while he pegged himself.
What the fuck is my life?
This has well and truly got out of hand. I’m in so deep I need an oxygen tank to survive this shit.
He finally admitted he has secrets, secrets I’m almost terrified to unveil. This is what I wanted, though…right? I planted that camera to expose him.
My stomach churns like I’ve been driving along winding mountain roads now that I’m mere hours away from Jahmar’s big reveal.
My eyes grow hazy as I stare at the computer screen, nibbling at my blunt nails and jiggling my knee. I force myself to stop, but within thirty seconds, it’s bouncing again.
A gentle hand lands on my shoulder, making me flinch and scramble to keep my arse on the office chair.
Femi’s usually soft features scrunch up with concern. “Anders, wah gwaan? Yuh twitchy.”
“I’m fine; stop pestering me.” I take a deep breath through my nose, willing my accelerated heartbeat to calm down.
She kisses her teeth and hits me upside the head.
“Oi!” To be honest, I probably deserved that; I was a little short, but how am I supposed to function when the shit I’ve done in the last week should have me locked up in an asylum?
“Sorry, I’m just tired. Need me to do anything?”
Femi’s jaw drops, her chocolate eyes popping at my offer. “Now mi know seh someting wrong coz yuh neva’ offa’ tuh wuk.”
I dramatically gasp, placing a hand on my chest in fake offence. She’s partially right. I get on with my required tasks. I’m not one to go above and beyond for the posh pricks who live here.
“Bore off, grandma,” I tease, swinging my chair back around to face the desk. Monumental fuck up. Seconds later, Femi is pinching my ear between her thumb and forefinger in a death grip.
“Ouch,” I whine. “I could get you sacked for abuse in the workplace, you know?”
I make a weak attempt at escaping her grasp; she’s deceivingly strong. Femi’s rumbustious laughter warms my cold heart, and I can’t stop the side of my mouth from twitching with the urge to smile. She loosens her grip on my ear but only slightly. Tiltingmy head back to look up at her, I plaster on a butter-wouldn’t-melt smile and pull out the puppy eyes.
“Rule numba one, rispek yuh elda,” she scorns with humour shining behind her eyes.
“Ok, ok, fine. I’m sorry. Now, will you let go, you tyrant, so I can make us a cup of tea?”
After one more stern look, she releases me, and I sigh in relief. “Check mi bag.”
“Oooh, did you bring the good biscuits?”
Femi winks at me. I jump up from my seat, giving her a half-hug and a light kiss on the cheek. “You’re the best.”
God, I love this woman, even if she does reprimand me every chance she gets; it’s our thing. She keeps me in check while adding light to these miserable night shifts.
As I make our teas, strong and milky, just how she likes it, an undercurrent of guilt simmering in my stomach. What would she think if she knew I stalked and fraternised with a tenant? She’d probably put me over her knee and give me that beltin’ she keeps threatening me with.
Despite my present fear of disappointing her, I already know it isn’t going to stop me from logging onto the feed tonight. Two hours and twenty-three minutes to go—not that I’m counting.
Hiding in the small changing room next to the swimming pool seems like my best bet. I doubt Femi will come looking for me here as I told her I’m doing my evening walk around.
Sitting on an uncomfortable wooden bench, my thumb trembles as it hovers over Jay’s video feed. One tiny click, that’sall I have to do, and I can put all these wild theories spinning around my head to rest.
