Addiction (Relaunch)

Chapter Four : Playboy

***Ashlynn's POV***

I head back to the apartment. Luckily this time he is not doing something kinky with any other girls he brought home. I need to confront him. I need to ask him about everything that happened yesterday and at the cafeteria today. I want him out of my life. As I took a deep breath, I approached his door. Standing behind his door, I land a knock.

"Hello?", I asked. No reply. I knocked again, "We need to talk Alex.", I said. No reply either. He probably isn't home. As I retreated a few steps back, suddenly his door slammed open. I scanned him. Naked from the upperbody, wearing only trousers that is hanging from his waist line. Yesterday's story resurfaced. It feels like I'm hitting a replay button but this time with a more reality kind of way. 'At least he is wearing pants.', I thought.

"What is it?", he asked. "Can we talk?", I replied. "What about?", he asked again, curling one of his brow up. "About y-y-yyesterday...", I answered, stuttering as I speak. Crap. Why am I so nervous. 'He probably thinks I'm weird.' Little did I noticed, my head is facing the ground like a kid feeling guilty as my heartbeat quickens. Lifting my head up, peeking at him beneath my brows, I wait for his respond.

"What about yesterday?", he asked amused. I can feel him and his grinning lips. 'Is he mocking me!?' .

"I just want to clear the air between us. Alright?", I said. His expression turned from his cheeky attitude to a devious look. Suddenly, he stepped forward, catching me by surprise as I took a step back until I'm back against a wall. He slammed his palms hard on the wall. My head between his hands. Our eyes met as my heartbeat escalates. He leaned in closer, closing the space between us. I shifted my head away from him, avoiding his face from mine. I shut my eyes tight, afraid of what is beckon to come. I can feel him breathing close to my ears.

"Is this what you mean by nothing", he said in a very mischievous tone. My eyes popped open like a dead fish. I shot him deadly glare. 'Who does he think he is'

"We are nothing but strangers.", I snapped as I push him away from me. "People like you disgust me", I hissed. My eyes not leaving his. Tension was building in the air but his expression was still as mischievous as before. "Disgusting you say...", he said, mocking me. I shrugged my brows. "At least I'm not the one fucking every single stranger I first met. Especially cheating behind my girlfriend", I snarled. I even blurted out the 'F' word. "Girlfriend?", he replied looking bemused.

"Stop denying. People like you are disgusting. I definitely feel sorry for you. I doubt you even considered falling in love and every girls you meet are just your playmates. You better thank God for giving you such good looks to accomplish these dreams of your—-" 'Bang!', a loud thump made me stopped what I was about to continue. He punched the wall. He appears to be angry. I fell silent, afraid he might land a punch on my face. His eyes shut tight. He looks like he is swallowing all my harsh words. He opened them again. This time,he look dead angry. He leaned in closer to my ear. His fist supporting his weight. He whispered, "And you?What do you know about love?" He turned his back from me.

I watched him walk away, grabbing his keys as he opened the front door and left the apartment. I stood there for a good few seconds, still dumbfounded by his sudden reply. 'Was I too harsh?' His words haunted me. I can't even sleep the whole night.

'And you? What do you know about love?'

I probably went overboard. 'Ashlynn Gray...Why are you so dumb. You speak without going through your brain. You shouldn't have said those awful words.', my subconscious self scolded myself. I placed my palmed on my face. Crap. What should I do? I wasn't hoping things to be like this after I moved out. Well, I can't blame myself either, I wasn't expecting my housemate to not be girl. I was thinking we could be best friends. Great. Now I got myself another enemy. I hid myself under my blanket, trying to sleep. The sense of guilt kept me from sleeping. I got up.