I Hate You But I Love You More

Chapter 8

The sun is up.

The sun is up and it's streaming right into my eyes. I pull the sheets over my head and snuggle into my sheets with a groan.

My alarm starts going off and I toss in the sheets for a couple seconds before my hands finally free itself from the tangled sheets. Why is this alarm so annoying? The shopkeeper told me it had an ethereal sound. Was he perhaps being sarcastic? My hands clamp down on the alarm three times before it can shut up.

Ahhh. Silence.

The sound of a drill going off almost send me over the edge. And I'm speaking literally and mentally here. It's six in the morning. Who the hell dares to?

I groan even louder while kicking the sheets off me. The heavy thud of my footsteps as I stomp my way to the mind butchering sound cannot be heard. That's how loud this thing is.

I push Darson's office door open while crossing my hands over my chest. He is stooping near a cupboard door with a protective wear over his eyes and a drill in his hands. What is he even doing? I expected a drill but not Darson holding that drill. I thought all he can hold was a pen and paper.

"Hey!" He continues drilling a screw into the cupboard door. I know he can hear me. "Darson!" The drill immediately stops and he turns to look at me. Why was that in slow motion? Is my brain deteriorating or something? Even when he stands, everything seems slowed. Who looks this good in the morning? Who looks even the slightest bit attractive wearing a protective wear over their eyes? Is Darson blessed with good looks just to piss me off?

"How can I help you, miss Meldeev?" Ew. Blinks slowly then proceeds to draw a smile that slowly climbs its way up his cheeks.

"Would you stop that? This isn't a television show." I snap at him.

"Stop what?" Why is he so happy? It frightens me. When does Darson ever smile? It's odd and creepy. Especially when including the fact that just yesterday he was demanding that I get out of his face then proceeded to stay out of sight for the rest of the time being. He tilts his head to the side. "Is this how you're going to greet me every morning?" I look down at my oversized t-shirt and cotton shorts. His eyes are staring right into mine and I can't place what it means. He gives me a once over, takes a shaky breath then opens his mouth. "If so I'm not impressed." Why am I not surprise that he has nothing good to say?

"Like I care." I tell him and he crosses his hand over his chest. I'm fairly at a good height for my age but seeing Darson with cross arms and an arch eyebrow makes him look tall with two extra L's. "I forgot to do my laundry and had to opt for this and you're obviously delusional if you think I'll be modeling around your penthouse in an over-sized T-shirt for you."

"So then why are you here? Are you looking for attention?" I snort. This guy can't be any more arrogant.

"Are you high on table dust?" I asked and he glowers at me. "I'm here because you decided to play the role of a construction worker at six in the morning."

"So you decided to come check me out as I do my job. I get it." Darson grins and I feel like drilling his teeth off.

"Is the lack of sleep catching up to you?" I mean, he never came home last night. My take is that he spent his entire night working his butt off at the office because he missed one day. Such a big deal for people like Darson. God forbid he misses a day. Either way, it's that or he probably slept at his office. That's the brighter side. The other side is a road I do not wish to think of. "Or was your little room quarantine more fun than I thought." The little smile slips from his face. What? Is me hinting that he probably smoked a joint in his room that out of line? He seems upset.