𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑦.

#34

Tee hee🤭

-D.F

The ring of the doorbell knocks me out of a humming daze. I stare at the pile of laundry that was displayed along the coffee table in confusion. I laid the shirt that was on my lap on top of one of the piles. Stumbling through my crowded living room, I somehow make it to the door without breaking my neck.

I huff a large piece of hair that fell from my bun away from my forehead as I fix myself from mildly crashing into the door.

I compose myself for a moment, open the door, and smile. Only it drops not a second later from my lips when I see Emilio standing in front of me. He's smiling smugly which is a rare sight. It always took him a while to smile. He's also dressed in more casual attire. I had gotten so used to him in classy suits that this was also a sight to see.

"How'd you get my address again?" I cross my arms over my chest. His eyes dart to my chest for two seconds before they shoot back to my eyes. My eyebrows raise at the change of colour, they look at least two shades darker.

I look down and immediately drop my arms, I was practically suffocating my bare cleavage his way with this thin tank top and no bra. The moment my arms dropped I suddenly regret it as my boobs now sit smaller. I couldn't help but feel insecure.

I turn around and grab a sweater from the pile of laundry a few steps into my house. The door is left open which allows Emilio to walk in after me and shut the door behind him.

"Get ready," he demands and stands closely behind me.

I turn around towards him and finish zipping up my sweater. I then cross my arms; which causes the space between us to become smaller, and sigh.

"For what?" I ask naturally out of reflex, but I know now that my intention of going was slim to none.

"We're going somewhere," he shrugs his shoulders while circling me and going to sit down on the couch.

"Well as you can see I have laundry to do and a kitchen waiting to be cleaned." I gesture to my messy house. Usually, I'd feel embarrassed by this but since it was a useful reason for me to stay home I emphasize my situation. It shocked me how casually I was letting him into my house, but I couldn't help but remain calm in his presence.

"Do it later," I raise my brows at his forwardness and scoff. "Or I'll help you so we finish quickly" he stands and grabs a rag from the pile of towels to his right.

My mouth drops open and before I know it he's whipping the rag my way, it slaps against my leg lightly before he yanks it back his way.

"Hey," I call out and grab a rag of my own to defend myself. I whip it against his shoulder and chuckle at his pretend shock. "I'm busy" I whack him between words.

"You have all today and all tomorrow, and since you didn't take my wonderful offer about the job you are always going to be free," he sheepishly smiles and then circles me, applying a few whacks of his rag on my body every few seconds. Before he gets a chance to do another whip, I yank the rag from his hold which causes him to still face me.

"If this is you trying to convince me by bothering me, you're doing a shitty job" I roll my eyes and whack him a few times, he raises his arms in defence.

"I mean you seem pretty bothered so I'd say I'm doing a pretty good job," I smack him harder than my previous attempts, he hissed and grips his shoulder before chuckling at me.

"You know, I liked you better when you didn't talk," I throw the rags down on the couch dramatically.

"So you like me?" He smirks at me and then looks around the house, "Where's your mom?" He asks me suddenly. Any form of amusement drops from my face.