"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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Right at 8:09 AM, the man of the house and the king of my hell, comes striding in with a face like a magazine's cover.
Wet hair combed behind his ears nicely, with the first two buttons undone of his white shirt, which hugs his beastly shoulders elegantly.
Why so shiny? Did he shower for Vogue?
Dakota keeps the jacket of his navy blue suit along with a matching tie on the counter and sits in front of me with his multi-millionaire CEO demeanor.
So, he is going to the office today.
"Your omelette with toast." I lean on, sliding the porcelain plate towards him and a whiff of his fresh musky cologne hits my nose, which somehow pleases my lungs. They like it.
Dakota stares at his not-so-burnt omelette then looks up at me. I smile.
"And an expresso for the depresso." I purr while pushing a cup of de-cafed coffee under his dark circles.
Avocado eyes narrow at me and I hear his jaw clench. "Funny." He grits bitterly.
"Yeah.. Which you are not!" I smirk sarcastically then take a sip from my rich, milky and sweet coffee.
Dakota looks at me like a sharpener looks at a pencil, almost ready to razor-peel my ass. His keen eyes drop to the bedsheet on my body and he scowls away, before taking a bite.
"How's the omelette?" I ask him eagerly as he takes another loud gulp. His gaze doesn't budge from the tablet as he replies plainly, "Eatable."
I scoff. At least it is edible!
I squint my judge-y eyes and study the calm maniac in front of me. He woke up early to hide my clothes, showered and got ready in just ten minutes and now he is having breakfast while reading news from his iPad together to save time. How?
How can someone be a perfectionist and psychotic at the same time? It is scientifically impossible!
He is weird and unpredictable, like the weather of Seattle. Sunny in the morning and intense thunderstorm in the night.
You might never know what climate is surfing in his head, unless you test it!
"You know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day." I wait for him to react, but his spinach eyes stay glued to his iPad as he pretends to be deaf.
"Only if it is not poisoned.."
I whisper almost inaudibly and his eyes snap up, piercing through me like a sword. Oh boy! It's definitely not sunny.
Dakota stares at me darkly with his I-hide-dead-bodies-with-my-one-hand gaze.
"Emara. Come here."
Three words and I feel my soul leaving.
Oh shit!
Dakota keeps his iPad down and gives me his full predatory attention. And suddenly, everything in me wants to rebel. I want to run away to the other side, change my name, change my hair colour and get on a plane to Madagascar.
