Last journey with a new beginning || scaramouche x y/n

- Chapter 31

There was no way that this man could be so dumb.

"What...? No! We buy it now, we consume until the next month."

Scaramouche argued, as he picked up a loaf of bread.

"All of this produce is going to go bad by the end of this week and we won't be able to consume it,"

You exclaimed, as you placed your hands on your hips and shook your head.

"Ah shut up already,"

Scaramouche frowned, as he placed the baskets on the counter.

"Sir, you have gone way past your limit, ten items per person policy,"

The lady behind the register sighed as she pointed towards the sign: ten items per person. He looked down at her, as he folded his arms.

"Do you know who I am..?!"

"Are you going to purchase your ten items of choice or will I have to call security? Be wise, young man,"

She warned, as she looked away from him. Scaramouche sneered and began picking out ten items from the baskets. He recounted everything he had picked about four times, before finally making his selection. While you had been waiting for him you had selected a few items for yourself, including some hard candy and iced tea. You were ready to pay when Scaramouche grabbed hold of the cash box and pulled it out of your reach. He counted out his money and paid for you. He had purchased all the food and even bought you some treats and drinks as well. Come to think of it, Scaramouche had been oddly generous to you recently...but you shouldn't be fooled since this was probably just the beginning of his some sort of scheme.

"Hurry."

He said, as he led you down the street again. You looked over the goods that were in your basket; they were a lot heavier than they appeared to be. When you got to the front door of your home, Scaramouche unlocked it and ushered you inside.

"I want you upstairs in my room,"

"Why...?"

You asked, as you looked back at him.

"Because I said so. Go!"

It was clear to see that his mood wasn't one you wanted to rile right now. Instead, you went into the kitchen to drop off the food, then went upstairs to his room. You waited for a good five minutes before Scaramouche joined you. He closed the door behind him, as he leaned against the wall. His eyes were cold as he looked at you standing there, as if he was sizing you up. You felt like you were on display. He moved closer to you leaning his face towards your and then placed his hand on your arm.

"Fuck you,"

He whispered. You couldn't help but laugh and slap his hand away from yours. Then you pushed him hard enough to knock him back onto the bed. He lay on the bed with his legs stretched out, as he watched you with amusement.

"How dare you...!"

Your words came out in a low growl, as he chuckled under his breath. His low chuckle sent a shiver down your spine as you looked down into his eyes. The air was thick with anticipation as he waited for your response. You moved closer to him, your eyes narrowed in defiance as you held his gaze.

"What is it that you want, Scaramouche?"

you asked, almost daring him to answer. He leaned further forward and looked into your eyes as he spoke,