A New Day Starts Here by Mark Atley

Author:Mark Atley
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 4 Horsemen Publications, Inc.
Published: 2023-04-17T18:54:37+00:00

Chapter 12:

Kevin Alexander

Kevin Alexander sits with his left leg crossed over his right knee on a plush white couch, sipping coffee from a white mug.

This is Iris’s house, and Kevin is in her living room, where the furniture, like most of the house, is decked out in black, gold, and white: hard and impractical. It makes the whole room feel like it is pretending to be something it’s not.

Perhaps that’s the point.

Kevin, dressed in jeans and a baggy black sweatshirt, baseball hat low over his eyes, sits across from the fireplace, staring at the emptiness under the white marble mantle, as cold and black-hearted as Iris. He waits for Iris to come down the stairs and start her morning. She’s up there, awake, enjoying whoever was in her bed—Kevin knows who because he peeked.

The fireplace, like this house, like him, like Iris, is more than it seems and less than it wants to be.

He lifts the brim of his hat when she appears. She steps off the stairs, raising an eyebrow at his presence in her living room. She says, “How did you get in here?”

Kevin, sipping coffee, greets Iris. “Good morning.”

“How did you get in here?” she asks again, tightening the sheer blue kimono robe draped around her lithe body. She grips the edges of her robe. “Why are you here?”

Looks have always been important to her, and Kevin’s not blind. She possesses a certain attractiveness even if she isn’t his preference. Creamy skin, reddish-brown hair, delicate features that border on the feline, sharp bone structure: she’s a small and fragile thing of beauty that’s cursed several men. The one Kevin knows is upstairs now is no different, and his presence plays perfectly into Kevin’s plans.

Looking at her, Kevin slurps the coffee from the mug loudly just to be annoying. “I’ve proved it time and time again. I can get in anywhere. I can do anything. I haven’t found anywhere I can’t access. Homes are no problem.”

“Why are you here?”

Kevin sets the mug down on the white saucer resting in his lap, cradled and supported with his other hand. He isn’t an animal, and this isn’t the first time he’s made a morning surprise appearance in Iris’s home—she has rules.

It makes him wonder why she hasn’t increased her security or at least improved it. The least she can do is try to make it challenging for him.

The first time he got into her house, the urge hit him, and he laid a stinky bomb in her downstairs powder room, that’s what she called it, which stunk up the house something awful. It nearly gave him away before he was ready because Iris came to investigate the smell. When he walked out of the bathroom, zipping up his fly, she confronted him and asked if he used the powder room. He said no, there wasn’t any powder.

She looked at him and said, “The bathroom under the stairs.”

Kevin said, “Oh yeah—figured you didn’t need a steaming pile of shit on that nice fluffy white rug over there.

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