After Dusk

Chapter 4

Three days after the drunk brother incident was the first time I saw Gvardiol again. It was around 8 I was in the kitchen eating breakfast thanking God I was finally alone after a week of hell. One more week that's it and then he is leaving.

Hearing the front door open my happiness was cut short. Talk about the devil.

Gvardiol came into the house covered in sweat and shorts and a shirt that was sticking to him giving everybody nothing to imagine. I mean everything was just out there.

"Morning sweetheart," said Gvardiol.

No no, absolutely not happening.

"What, do you have hearing problems? I told you not to call me that."

"That is not a nice way to wish someone a good morning."

"That's why I wish you were dead." After that comment, he stopped for a second. 'Ha, I got the asshole.'

"Damn, someone is on their days," said Gvardiol.

This bitch, can't even accept a loss no, he has to drag every woman's problem into this.

"I am not on my bloody period dipshit."

"I didn't say you were but I do have to agree that they are bloody."

"Yes yes, you did, you said: Someone is on their days. listen to yourself sometimes."

He looked at me and started laughing. That's it, I'm killing him.

"Did I hit the spot princess?"

Before he could react I took the closest thing to me which in this case was a spoon and hurled it at his head.

"Ow, what the hell I know you can get emotional on those days but that was a bitch move!"

"That was a bitch move!?? Fucking listen to yourself sometimes you moron! Fuck this I'm done." Putting my dishes in the sink I turned around with the wish to go back to my room before I do something I will regret. But with no luck, I didn't know when he managed to move that fast so I ended up bumping right into his chest. Looking up at him he held some kind of a predatory look in his eyes.

Taking a step forward towards me he started talking, "Now you're just acting like a brat you know." as he took another step forward I took a step back.

"I think someone should do something about it or even better I think I should."

I just kept staring at him and the growing bruise on his forehead.

"What cat got your tongue?"

"Fuck off Gvardiol." I managed to press out trying to circle aim but with no luck since he was following my every move so he just took my wrists and pinned me to the counter. What in the Wattpad is going the fuck on?

Neither of us said anything or moved just looking at each other and I swore I saw his eyes looking either at my lips or boobs still not sure. I was not sure how much time passed but we were startled by the front door.

We both jumped from each other turning towards the entrance of the kitchen where only a second later my mum entered.

"Oh, hi I didn't know anybody was home. What are you two doing?" said mum, not noticing the tension.

Still, in my trance, I quickly lied my way out while trying to defuse the tension. "We were talking about the World Cup and how the preparations are going."

"Yea how are they going?" asked mum, tuning towards Gvardiol which gave me the perfect time to slip out and to my room.

Closing the door to my room I leaned on the doors with my back trying to calm my heart down while still trying to decipher what just happened.

After a solid 15 minutes of leaning on the door, I decided to do something productive to occupy my mind so I decided to try to finish The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo.

As much as I was trying to focus I couldn't get Gvardiol out of my mind what has not happened once in my life of knowing him. I have never had a problem with him in that way. The only time he ever occupied my mind was in high school during our arguments.