Little Miss Valentine

Chapter VII: Release Your Anger, Release Your Mind

Little Miss Valentine | Chapter 7 |  Release Your Anger, Release Your Mind

"I don't start shit but I can tell you how it ends." - Taylor Swift.

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I stood up from the stool and made a beeline for the roll of paper towels sitting on the side of the counter, ripping four sheets off one by one.

"So, what can I do for you, then?" I asked Kian, putting on the most monotone, disinterested voice I could muster, hoping my tone of voice would be enough to tell him to leave me the fuck alone without actually saying the words myself.

"I came in for a drink, saw you were sitting there by yourself and figured you could use a little company. Couldn't have you feeling lonely." he said with a grin, flashing his abnormally white veneers at me. He leaned over on the side of the counter, gently resting his elbow on the white top.

"I was honestly enjoying being alone, but I appreciate it nonetheless." I responded with a small smile, though I didn't look at him for very long. Right now, I was too busy wiping a mixture of beer and spit off the marble countertops with a handful of paper towels.

"Fair enough. Just thought I'd check in. You're a pretty girl sitting alone at a party and you really should be more careful, there's a lot of assholes around here tonight." he said smoothly, picking up a cup from the table and taking a sip.

Yeah, the call's coming from inside the house, Kian.

"Mhm." I ended up switching to non-verbal responses, too focused on drying off the counter to bother holding a conversation. I didn't need the knight in shining armour speech from the man who's been through more girls than Beyoncé's won Grammys.

"You know, I've always thought you were seriously fucking sexy, Aja." he said in a low whisper as he moved closer to me, I could feel the heat radiating off his chest against my exposed shoulder.

Oh, God, here we go. "Just thought I'd check in" my ass.

"Thanks." I replied unceremoniously, keeping it short and sweet. I shuffled away from Kian, my nostrils were being assaulted by the smell of far too much Dior Sauvage Eau de Parfum, it's like the boy bathed in a vat of it before he came over here tonight, it was smothering me. Advice for men who wear cologne, you gotta know when it's too much.

I wasn't exactly flattered by his comment. Not only does this man flirt with every girl who looks in his direction, but he also has a girlfriend. A girlfriend that I'd rather not get on the wrong side of.

Not because she intimidates me, but because she's annoying and I don't have enough room in my life for more things that annoy me, I'm already at capacity.

I'd dried up the countertop and I crumbled up the paper towels into a little ball, dumping them into the silver bin next to the counter. At this point, I was working around Kian in total silence. He was still standing there though, his hip firmly joined to the side of the counter, his gaze still completely fixed on me as he watched me meander around the kitchen, the best thing I could do was just pretend he wasn't there. I ran a cloth under the hot tap for a few seconds and walked back over to the counter.

"Sorry, could you scooch over a little bit?" I asked Kian. I'd rather he scooched out of the room entirely, but I had a feeling that wasn't gonna happen. 

Kian held his hands up and backed up a little, allowing me to run the warm damp cloth along the surface. I bent right over the counter, trying to make sure I scrubbed down every inch.