"Hey Damien".
He looked down at my bags then up at me."Olwethu, what do you want?".
"You can't ask that question like that, seriously that's rude".This guy is rude.
"Olwethu, what...".
"My apartment is being renovated, I need a place to stay for a couple of days, I figured I could sleep with you".That sounded way better in my head.
"You want to sleep with me?".
"Yes, not sleep with you, sleep with you but sleep with you, fuck, I mean sleep here".
He moved forward and out the door his arms crossed over his chest forcing me to move back, leaving my bag, he's gigantic compared to me, his arm alone looks like both my arms combined and he is good looking when closer, why doesn't he have a girlfriend? Gay? Probably.
"You can't sleep here, go over at Kyle's".
"His girlfriend is coming over for the weekend and she hates me".
"It's still Tuesday".
"She might come sooner".
"Go to your other friends house just not here, why did you even choose me?".
"We're friends, friends help each other and you are single and I don't have other friends".
"We're not friends".
"Yes we are".
"No, we are not".
"You come to the club to check up on me everyday".
"I don't go there for you".
"For who then if not me?".
Damien held his waist."None of your business, you can stay here but only till the weekend, after that you're gone".
I stretched out my hand with a smile, he just looked down at my hand, he is rude, he moved out of the way and I got in pulling my suitcase in. He closed the door behind him and he walked past me to the bedroom, he's never had guests over, at all, clearly. He can't just leave me here, the least he can do is pretend to be happy I'm here, I am happy to be here, obviously, I like him, he's nothing like any man I've met. I pushed the door and he raised his head up.
"Hi, sorry, I'm your new housemate, you probably don't know this but when you have a guest over you show them around, you know house tour, where they'll be sleeping etc".
"You'll be sleeping on the couch, I'll be sleeping in my bed, there's a kitchen, bathroom, toilet and the attic, you're not allowed up there, one slip, one fall, you're dead".
I frowned at that, not a thrilling picture, I looked up at the ceiling thinking my fall, it won't be great."Right about the sleeping arrangements...".
"You take the couch, I don't care about you being a woman".
"It's not about being a woman or not, it's about manners".
"Get out and close the door behind you".
I just stood there, standing my ground, holding my waist, he turned over sleeping on his stomach, I watched him and I'm sleeping on the couch. I pulled my bags in his bedroom, he turned over again, watching me, I left them there and took off my shoes and hoodie.
"What do you want me to cook?".I asked with a smile.
He frowned."Nothing, you are not cooking anything, we don't cook here".
"You don't cook but I do, so sit back and relax".
And he really did, he sat back on the bed and pulled the pillow over his face, this is going to be fun. I don't know why but I feel like I've known Damien my entire life and I've only known him for a week. A week ago I had a job, a week ago I had my own space, my own apartment, a week ago I had Anika. She's the only one I miss if I'm being honest, Sipho was nice and so was big boss's PA but I liked Anika more.
I knocked on his door, he will definitely kick me out first thing tomorrow morning, I can feel it and the fact that I keep nagging him isn't helping anyone really. The door opened and he pulled it closing it, pushing me back with his body, he has on sweatpants, a long sleeve t-shirt and barefooted, I looked down at our feet then smiled, I have socks on.
"Olwethu, we need to set some ground rules".
"Ground rules? Like what? A woman gets the bed and...?".
He lifted up his hand cutting me off."My house, my bed".
"You're a terrible host".
"And Olwethu, you can't just start cooking and...".
"Anything but food, look, I get it this is your space and all but I need to eat, I need food, I need to eat at least seven times a day".He just looked at me. I can't help it."Or I can reduce it to four, I'll have lunch and dinner at the bar".
"Great and stop knocking on my door".
"My clothes are in your bedroom, oh, you mean I should just barge in? Seeing as this is now also my house".
He sighed disappointed, he then shook his head and turned around pulling the door, getting in then closing it on my face. I shouldn't knock, I should not knock, don't do it. For some reasons I feel free when I'm around him, I can be myself around him which is weird for me because I never let my guard down, ever. I raised my fist, chuckled shaking my head and I walked away.
I unzipped my bag putting everything on the table, I really should have been a police officer, I looked at the map then the pictures of the dead doctor's houses then the doctors. How did he get in? The doors weren't busted, he just got in, the doctors must have known him, they probably just let him in or maybe he disguised himself as a delivery man or even as a police but that wasn't going to be that simple. They know the police badges.
So I guess, delivery man, this is driving me insane, the pictures are not as gruesome as they should be, this man is not a bad person, yes, I know how it makes me sound but I have seen far worse and this is not worse. Damien got out of the bedroom getting himself water, he watched me examining the pictures.
"What is wrong with you?".
"I need to understand this man".
He looked down at the pictures."I'm going out, want anything?".
I looked up at him, smiling."No, thank you".
He just nod and took the car keys, I watched him, he has a massive back, huge arms, broad shoulders, he's massive too. He pulled up his leg pants putting on his combat boots before tucking the lag pants in, he then checked himself looking for his wallet and he pulled open the door, he's a good looking man.
I went back to my examining and still nothing, there's nothing, my phone rang and I just looked at it, the board will start the hearing today and they'll call me to give my side of the story, which if you ask me, is a waste of my time, my side of the story is literally on the news.
