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Chapter Seven : The Trouble Cometh

BENTON HOME

The next morning, in the living room, after our passionate intimacy together last night, Jonny and I are laying on the three seat sofa with a blanket gently half covering us both.

He's shirtless with tattoos, wearing his boxer briefs, with the blanket covering the lower half of his body.

And Me, I'm half naked, wearing my Special Agent shirt, baring my thighs and legs.

Jonny is laying behind me, gently spooning me from behind. And I'm gently laying in front of him.

Jonny's phone buzzes on the arm of the three seat sofa, which causes us both to stir awake.

He gently takes his phone and looks at it as he sits up straight. It's a text message from Leo Reynolds. The boss at the Arrington Auto-shop.


"Oh, crap." Jonny said, setting his phone down on the coffee table and sits on the side of the sofa, putting his auto-shop uniform pants back on, along with his auto-shop uniform jacket, short sleeve shirt, and sneakers.

"Be sure to take a short shower when you get home." I said, getting up to my feet.

"Will do." Jonny said, getting up to his feet.

Now, that he's fully dressed, Jonny and I exchange looks at each other. Suddenly, he and I just playfully chuckles with each other.

"I'll see you around or whenever." I said to him.

"You too, Vinny." Jonny said.

Jonny and I shares a kiss and he walks away and closes the door behind him on the way out.

I gently lays back on the three seat sofa and just lays there.

*~*~*

JENSON HOME

I'm visiting Cherry and her grandmother, Jeana Jenson, in the living room.


Jeana has been doing well since she was resurrected by Christine Avery's wizard magical powers. Cherry and I both talked to Christine to be sure that there wasn't any side effects to Jeana's resurrection.

And there isn't any. Thank goodness.

So, anyhoo, I'm sitting next to Jeana Jenson at the table, gently popping some bubbles on some bubble wraps.

Jeana and I exchange small smiles at each other. I made it into a bubble wrap contest to see who can pop the most bubbles. Me or Jeana.

Cherry slowly walks inside. "Popping bubbles on a bubble wrap?"

"It's fun, Cherry." I said to her with a glance up at her. "There's many more bubble wraps."

"Violet has talked me into joining her with the bubble wrap popping." Jeana said.

Cherry sits down at the table across from us, becoming interested.

"And also, popping bubbles on bubble wraps relieves emotions." I said to Cherry.

Jeana chuckled softly to herself.

Cherry gently takes a bubble wrap and gently pops the bubbles on it with her fingers.

"I figured you were gonna join in on it." I said to her with a small smile.

Cherry looks at me with a small smile. Me, Jeana and Cherry gently pops the bubbles on the bubble wraps.

*~*~*

SPECIAL AGENT OPS FIELD OFFICE

Later that day, Cherry and I gently walks down the stairs and into the main room of the special agent office.

"So, this is where you Special Agent four figures out the investigations to your special agent tasks?" Cherry said, putting her hand on her hip. "It's very . . . interesting."

"Yeah, it is." I said, gently leaning backwards against the table. "Can I asks you a question, Cherry?"

"Surely you can." Cherry replied, looking around at the special agent office itself.

"What did I do to make you so grumpy to me back in high school?" I asked her.

Cherry looks at me and I look at her.

"I was so grumpy to you back in high school was because I admired you." Cherry told me. "And also, I was a little bit jealous of you."

"There's nothing about me to be jealous of, Cherry." I said to her.

Cherry rolls her eyes and folds her arms. "I know that, Violetquinn. But it was wrong of me to spill the beans about Jonny's and Monica's relationship to you. I was a grumpy bitch to you, and when you defended me to my estranged deadbeat Momzy, and you used your amateur sleuthing skills to unravel my Momzy's little scheme for the beneficiaries, I knew I could trust you and you're a cool person to get along with."

"Cherry? Underneath your grumpiness, you're a pretty cool person too. And I will always be there for you whenever you need me as your best friend." I told her.

"I know, and I appreciate our friendship." Cherry said.

Cherry and I exchange small smiles at each other.

"Okay, enough of this heart-to-heart convo, I'm getting hungry. How about Jen's?" Cherry suggested.

"Sure." I said. "And please, get something else other than your usual grilled chicken salad."

Cherry scoffs, annoyed, unfolding her arms and walks away. "Violetquinn."

And I walks after her. "I know you, Cherrypoo. I know you very well like you know me."

*~*~*

JEN'S DINER

Later that late afternoon, Cherry and I are sitting at the diner counter with our paper food trays of tater tots with forks.

"Thank you for visiting me and my Granny Jeana." Cherry thanked me with a small smile.

"You're welcome." I said to her. "Do you and your grandma still makes your honey-making business?"

"We do." Cherry replied. "And our honey-making business is something else that my Granny Jeana does other than her usual sewing machine hobby."

"That's good." I said, eating a tater tot.

"Spencer visits by the Jenson Home and helps as well." Cherry said.

I playfully small smile at Cherry and playful teases her. "Does he?"

Cherry rolls her eyes at my playful teasing. "Oh my gosh."

"Relax, Cherry. I'm just playful teasing." I said to her with a small smile.

"I know." Cherry said.

Cherry and I exchange playful chuckles with each other and we continues eating our tater tots.

*~*~*

BENTON HOME

That night, I slowly walks inside my house and gently closes the door behind me.

I slowly walks inside the living room, but stops upon seeing Gabe Asher standing in front of the lit fireplace.

Gabe turns around and looks at me with his wicked demonic black eyes.

"Hello, Violet." Gabe Asher greeted me in his British accent.

I look at him, annoyed, but prepared for anything. And he grins, slyly, at me.

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