Destined -Book 1

Chapter 8: Set Up

After I hung up the phone call with my dad, I went in the bathroom and took off my makeup and changed into a silk black cropped pajama top with matching shorts.

I didn't get nearly enough alcohol in my system as I wanted to but I'm thirsty really, really thirsty.

I decide to put on my ugg slides and head down stairs to grab a bottle of water and a snack. I actually wonder if the motherfucker actually ever eats I've been here for half a day and haven't seen him eat once not even on the plane.

I practically run down the stairs, cuz why not? I notice all the lights are dimmed I think he's asleep or something.

I stride into the kitchen looking around it because I'm paranoid as fuck. I obviously find nothing and no one so I head to the huge double door fridge and open it. This fridge is literally full of so much healthy shit it grosses me out. can I person really have all the fruits and vegetables in the world in one fridge? I grab a bottle of water before closing the fridge.

God now I feel like I'm being watched. like I said Paranoid. Suddenly I remember I'm living with an annoying ass fuck that probably gets up in the middle of the night.

I turn around slowly and finally see him standing there with all his glory. Just watching me, shirtless might I add. "Stop staring creep" I remark.

"I will when you stop sneaking around my kitchen" he answers back his voice huskier than usual. "I wasn't sneaking around I was grabbing water and something to eat because guess what I'm human and I have to fucking eat" I say back to him while rolling my eyes which he probably can't see me do because It is so damn dark in here.

"You know I might have a higher chance of dying from hunger here than from the Russians or Mexicans killing me" I add

"Noted, I'll keep that in mind" he says with a hint of humor in his tone

I might be a little hangry that's why I'm going off on him this way. Does he really have to be standing right Infront of the pantry ugh.

I ignore his stare and walk his direction and try to push past him to get into the pantry, but he's like a fucking stone wall so hard to move like he weighs a thousand pounds. He is definitely doing this on purpose just to piss me off.

"Can you fucking move" I grit out

He bends down so our faces are close to one another and brings his lips to my ear practically touching my earlobe with his lips, then he whispers "Why don't you make me princess".

Gross. Repulsing. Aggravating and very, very hot.

I feel heat flood through my body. Did the temperature just go up 100 degrees? I'm great at hiding my emotions so I decide I wanna play along I have nothing better to do anyway. "How bout you let me get what I want from in there and I'll show you something real special once I get out" I whisper in his ear making sure I'm as breathy as possible. I hear him muffle out a groan and move a little to the side to let me go through the door.

I go in the pantry and find a basket of my favorite snacks. Literally everything. I pick out a bag of chips and one of my favorite fig bars.

I walk out and notice him still standing in the spot I left him standing in. I go up to him and stand directly in front of him. I run my finger tracing around this tattoo of a heart with a knife directly over it right under where his heart is. I feel him suck in a breath under my finger.

"My parents are coming to New York tomorrow." I say to him while still tracing his heart tattoo

"Really? they couldn't last a day without their little princess" He lets out a chuckle and I see a small shadow of a smile on his face. His smile, his smile, his smile to bad he's a complete ass.