When the charming multi-millionaire playboy Steve Cobs is in his favourite coffee shop, he doesn't expect to meet the love of his life.
tw: uuuuuh torture of objects 🥺🥺‼️‼️
this is satire btw i do not ship this god awful crap💀
a/n: this takes place about 3 days after chapter 1 because yes 😍 also just pretend that mephone4 has a small phone or something idk edceffoiheifvb
BUZZ!
BUZZ!
BUZZ!
Was all that I could hear as I awoke. Somebody was blowing up my phone.
"Who the hell is that?" I murmured, my brows furrowed as I picked up my phone. I unlocked it and, to my displeasure, I found out who the mystery phone blower upper was.
It was that idiot Steve Cobs.
He was just...spamming the word "hello".
I scowled at my phone. I wish I could slap Cobs so hard he turns into popcorn.
All I replied with was a simple, 'stop texting me you freak of nature, i will literally track you down and put you in a microwave for 20 minutes then eat you'.
Okay, maybe I went slightly overboard...
All he replied with was, 'check under your bed 😇'.
"Huh?" I gasped, my face turning from glunch (yes, that is a real word) to alarmed.
Placing my phone on my pillow, I stepped onto the floor and crouched down. I was horrified to see Steve Cobs actually under my bed, snickering, his eyes filled with mischief.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE? GET OUT RIGHT NOW!" I shrieked as Cobs climbed out from under my bed, a winning smile on his face.
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"Calm down," Cobs groaned, rolling his eyes. "Honestly, why does everyone react that way when I break into their homes and stay under their beds for a few nights?"
"MAYBE BECAUSE IT ISNT NORMAL!" I screamed, angry. How can he be so stupid!?
"Why are so you so mad?" he chuckled jokingly.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU LUNATIC, OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE!" I shout, pushing him to the ground with all my might.
Cobs' face darkened, and the gleam of 'fun' and mischief in his eye transformed into pure evil.
"You aren't calling anyone." Cobs said grimly, smiling threateningly. He lunged for me and I screamed.
