Chapter 17-Sasha
Andrea has already left for work when Sasha arrives at the house. I was working on a few business deals and personal plans when she started pounding on the door.
"Sasha, what do you need now?" I said, looking at one of the most ungrateful people in the world.
My parents had offered to give her everything, but she wanted to do everything on her own. Why is she here at my home?
"So I found out you bought the apartment building where Bella and I live. Then you sold it, and now everyone has to move out at the end of the month. Did your mom put you up to this? Or did you think it was funny to make your niece homeless?"
"So you live at Willow Creek too? Honestly, sis, I didn't know you stayed there. I thought you lived at your real brother's house."
"I did until his girlfriend Carol moved in. I guess I will be moving back in now," she said frustrated.
"You could go back home to New York. Mom would look after Bella while you finish medical school. You are almost done and definitely have better pay than a cop," I suggested.
"Or you can be a good brother and let me move into one of the rental houses I know you have until I can find my own place," she suggested.
"I sold most of them. But there's one left. Here, take the key, and I'll text you the address of the house. You'll have to pay rent. Unlike my parents, I don't give freebies." I said, ready for her to go.
" I'll pay what my rent was at the apartment. I will find a new apartment anyway. I don't want my adoptive parents telling me how to live my life. Did you buy these apartments for your new girlfriend? Let me guess, you wanted to force her to move in and marry you, so you used your money and power to make her lose her apartment? Leaving her homeless and at your mercy for help."
"You know me too well," I said, still annoyed that she just showed up. She has a million dollars in a trust fund. She could use that to buy a house.
"I should find this poor girl and warn her what a jerk you are," she says, rolling her brown eyes. Sasha is a beautiful African American woman, and if I were single and my parents hadn't adopted her, I would be interested in her. There is no denying her natural beauty.
But now I just want her to go.
"Do that and I'll give mom your new address. You know that she wants to help raise Bella. Once she finds you, she'll be begging you to come back," I said, ready to close the door in her face.
"Fine, I won't say anything. But stop playing games with this girl. Act like a grown-up." She said, walking off quickly.
As she left, I picked up the phone to call my mom and let her know that Sasha was in Atlanta and seemed to be fine.