Again. I saw him again. The shirtless, muscular man in front of me was Hayden, and the funniest thing was I came to deliver flowers to him.
“Care to explain what you are doing here?” He asked in his usual serious tone. “You are taking pictures. Who the hell are you? Are you spying on me?”
I let out a sigh after hearing him. There we go again, him and his narcissistic self.
“Instead of helping me, you are posing questions. Do you think so highly of yourself? I’m not here to spy on you, I’m not your fan girl.” I rolled my eyes. “I came here to deliver your black roses.”
“And, where is my bouquet?” he asked, crouching down.
I bent my head down and mumbled “It fell into the pool.”
Through the corner of my eyes, I saw him extending his hand. “Come out of the pool.”
“No!”
“Why? Do you like my swimming pool this much?”
“I am drenched,” I shouted, frustrated.
Then I noticed him walk towards the sun lounger and took the towel that was on the seat. He put it on the ground and turned back, saying “You can come out now.”
I came out of the swimming pool, taking the stairs. I covered myself with the towel and crouched down to take my cell phone.
“The screen is cracked,” I mumbled while I swallowed my sadness.
As I kept staring at my cell phone, I felt a warm touch on my cheek. I raised my head to see Hayden looking at me and then he tucked the strands of my hair behind my ear that nearly gave me goosebumps.
“W-what…”
He removed his hand. “Come inside. You cannot stay here like this.”
Many doubts started to revolve around my head as I couldn’t get inside someone’s house just like that. That too, in wet clothes.
“I don’t ask you to trust me. But, do you think I need to trick a girl to come inside my house? I can get any girl at my fingertips.”
Seriously, other than Hayden, no one would be much obsessed with oneself.
“Coming? Or leaving?” He snapped me out of my thoughts.
Without arguing, I walked along with him. Trust does not only come with sweet words. Sometimes it comes the other way.
He lead me to his room, which almost looked like a mini house; The king-sized bed covered with black silk sheets, a big wardrobe, and the attached balcony. While I waited, he quickly took two t-shirts; one for me and the other for him and locked his cupboard as if I would steal his things. Without looking at me, he threw it at me and walked out.
I changed my dress, dried my hair, and sat on the couch not knowing what to do. To my luck, my cell phone was turned on. As I heard the knock on the door, I stood from the couch and shouted “I’m done.”
He entered in and looked at me from top to toe while standing at a distance. Then he scoffed and said, “No one used my clothes until today.”
“I'm so sorry for not delivering your bouquet on time but please tell me the OTP. I'll buy you flowers the next time.” I said, looking at my cell phone.
After he said it, I sent the delivered message which relieved me, a little. When I raised my head, I saw him standing so close to me that made me flinch.
“W-what…”
He pushed me by my shoulder, walked past behind me, and sat on the bed while having fries.
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Kiss and Vengeance
Romance"Hayden, don't." I said. My legs wouldn't stop trembling as he started to come forward. I shook my head as my tears started to roll down my cheeks and the way he looked at me sent chills down my spine. "Please." He put his palm on the wall as he mo...
