Samuel West has everything he wanted, a loving family that would do anything for him to be happy, a three year old son whom he loves the most, Ceo of the largest company, a drama free life, everything was perfect until She happened, Zara Kingsley wa...
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"What the heck?!!" I asked him bewildered.
"What!! I just want to plug this on your side of the socket, because I don't have any on my side" I noticed him holding a charger "and my phone is about to die"
I cursed at my mind for always being in the gutter when it comes to him, if he knows this, he'd call me pervert and tease me forever.
I've to stay away from him, before he finds out about the impure thoughts I'm having about him.
"Move!! You're invading my space," I pushed him away "and have the whole bed for yourself, I'll sleep on the couch"
I hurriedly pick up my pillow and blanket, and rushed over to the couch flustered.
I'm in a huge trouble, how I'm gonna sleep in the same room as him.
I let out a muffled scream into the pillow, kicking my legs.
Sure, I did sleep in his room with him, but that was in my drunken state not sober.
It led to tossing and turning for hours until I fell asleep.
**** I creep inside Alan's room to see his sleeping figure on the bed, well... what I'm going to do is purely evil, but he deserves it for ruining my hair.
It's 6 Am in the morning, curtains in the room were closed which made it look darker... it took me a minute to adjust my eyes to the darkness, without making any noise I slowly walked over with the small bag filled with the supplies for my revenge which was mouse traps, a duct tape and a pair of scissors, I bought in the store yesterday.
I set the bag down and saw his peaceful face, which definitely was gonna become a cherry tomato and steam coming out of his ear like those angry cartoons in a few minutes or so.
He stirred in his sleep, which made my instinct kick in, making me dodge down, lying on the carpet legs and hands spread out like a starfish, god! Don't wake him, please, please, pretty please praying, I sneak a peek to make sure he's still sleeping.
"Phew" I let out an exaggerated sigh of relief and stood to see he wasn't waking. I removed his blanket to see him in shorts as usual, and he's a heavy sleeper so I don't have to worry about waking him.
Getting into work I wrapped his right leg first with duct tape till the knee, then left leg, and placed ten mouse traps on the bed. After finishing I got up to admire my work, "aww, Zara you did a great job," I patted myself on the back, then tiptoed out of his room, closing the door behind me silently "hahahahaha it's going to be a very painful morning Alan" I rubbed my hands wickedly.
"Morning mom" I greeted as I saw her giving instructions to the cook.
It's been an hour since, I still haven't heard anything from his room.
