The enemy

< Chapter 23 >

River's pov:

One bed. To share. Me and Kingston. Not a chance in fucking hell.

"I'm not doing it. Go find somewhere else to sleep." I demanded, standing my ground whilst crossing my arms over my chest.

What the fuck was Peter thinking?

Kingston turned to look at me and pointed towards the bed, "This is my fucking room and that's my fucking bed, so you can go find a different one to sleep in because I'm not going anywhere." Kingston isn't going to change his mind anytime soon so what the fuck do I do now?

I don't want to share a bed with him, I'd rather drink a full bottle of bleach before even thinking of sharing a bed with him. However, that bed looks too comfy to miss out on.

"I couldn't give a flying fuck if this is your room, I got here first and my bags are already on the bed, waiting to be unpacked." I shrugged my shoulders, glaring at the bastard stood infront of me.

I can't believe two grown ass adults are arguing over a goddamn bed.

"Fuck off, River. This is my room. Sleep on the floor if you must but you're not taking the fucking bed." He stated, making his way over to the kingsize bed.

"Excuse me? Bold of you to even assume I'd be fine with sleeping on the floor." I scoffed, glaring at him as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

I'm getting that bed. No matter what it fucking takes. That is the comfiest looking bed I've ever seen and I'm not fucking sleeping on the bastard floor. Who does he think I am?

"Don't sleep on the floor then but you're not getting the bed." He shrugged, demanding he gets the bed.

"I don't see what the problem is? You can find somewhere else to sleep. My shits already here in this room. Why don't you fucking sleep on the floor?" I offered, still glaring at him ad he gave me an unfazed look.

Motherfucker.

"Why am I going to sleep on the floor in my own room? I'm sleeping in this bed, River. I don't care what you choose to do but I'm not going anywhere. You can either grow up and share it with me, sleep on the floor or find another room. I'm not bothered what you choose to do." I rolled my eyes at all three suggestions as he gave me a sexy, but arrogant smirk.

God. Why does he always have to be so distractingly beautiful?

Not bothering to argue with him anymore, I glared at him before leaving the room and slamming the door shut behind me.

I have yet to explore this beautiful, large mansion but it was truly magnificent. It was so modern yet so ancient all at the same time.

It was truly a piece of art.

Ancient paintings littered the walls as I observed their beautiful designs whilst dragging myself down the corridor.

I heard familiar laughter as I neared one of the rooms.

As I entered the room where the laughter was coming from, I was instantly shocked but not surprised.

Sasha and Remington were sharing a room as they were unpacking their bags on a similar bed to mine and Kingstons, although I refuse to share a bed with him.