Page 6 of Forced Proximity
“What’s the plan, Stan?” I said to her as she lost him at a light.
I smiled when she turned right, then swung left and came out at the stoplight before taking a right back onto the road she’d been on.
I followed suit, staying behind her as she sped to catch back up to Eugene.
He turned left down a residential road and then pulled to a stop next to a gate where he inputted a code.
The woman didn’t follow him inside, which likely would’ve caught Eugene’s attention, and instead turned down a road where she immediately pulled off.
I took the opposite direction and swung around to the side street before pulling off myself.
I got out and shoved my phone into my pocket, sticking to the shadows as I made my way to the gate where I could now see my little cat burglar heading toward the keypad.
She stared at it with her teeth bit between her lip, and I couldn’t help myself from pulling my phone out and doing what I do best—hacking.
The gate was open seconds later, and she was staring at it like a divine miracle that’d just fallen into her lap.
She started running, keeping to the shadows, but it was quite comical because all I had to do to keep up with her was go from a slow walk to a regular walk.
I followed behind her, keeping to the shadows myself, until we got to what I knew to be Eugene’s house.
I hadn’t been there in person, but I did my research on the people that wanted something from me—and even those that didn’t.
I knew where she was headed, even though it took her a few times of looking into people’s windows before she finally settled on the one that belonged to Eugene.
That’s when she gasped and leaned forward, seeing a woman who looked a whole lot like her coming out of the house to meet Eugene in the driveway.
“Hello, baby,” the woman greeted Eugene.
“Hello, darling.” Eugene took the steps two at a time as he headed toward the older version of the woman. “I’ve missed you.”
“Oh, hell no,” the woman said as she started to stomp. “You. Fucking. Bitch!”
I moved closer so I could get a closer look at the show.
“What…” Eugene gasped. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
That’s when the woman picked her phone up and aimed it at the two people in front of her.
“Look, Daniella,” the woman whom Eugene had called darling screeched. “It’s not what it looks like!”
“I’m not Daniella!” my current obsession snapped. “I’m Dru, and you’d know that if you came home every once in a while. But oh, no. I’m sorry, I’m too busy. I have to visit the world. I can’t come see my dying father because I’m in Africa! Well, listen, asshole. This isn’t the world. And this certainly isn’t Africa. This is Washington, DC, and just to point out, you’re dating the same man as your niece!”
Well, this just got even more interesting.
“I don’t…” the aunt started to explain, but a fourth party entered the chat and the phone finally popped up with a person on the other end of the line. “No, I’m not!”
“Dru, I don’t have time to deal with your…” The woman, whom I assumed was Daniella, paused halfway through her dismissal. “What the hell is going on right now?”
“What’s going on is I just caught Aunt Jennifer, Eugene’s ‘baby,’ in a lip lock with Eugene. Oh, and she’s not in Africa. She’s in Washington, DC.”
There was a long moment of silence and then, “This is not happening.”
I looked to Eugene, who hadn’t said much of anything just yet, but I could see him inching his way down the length of his car, likely aiming to escape.
The aunt and both nieces noticed his escape attempt, though, and they all started yelling at him at once.
He froze, eyes huge as saucers, and stood there dumbly as he tried and failed to come up with a good enough excuse for his exit.
