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I emerged from the bath wearing a black, slightly lacy robe. It had a triangle-cut neck and stopped at mid-thigh.
I couldn't believe someone would come to another person's house uninvited during their holiday. It was incredibly rude.
As I approached the door, I saw Whites standing there, soaking wet. His bad boy looks were still apparent, despite his dripping clothes.
His shirt clung to his well-defined muscles, revealing more than I would have preferred.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, leaning against the door frame. It was clear that I wasn't in the mood for guests, though truth be told, I never really was.
"Well, thanks for the amazing welcome," he rasped, pushing past me to enter the house. Initially, I had no intention of letting him in, but I decided to make an exception.
I just hoped it wasn't a mistake because now the cocky guy was practically half-naked in my living room.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I snapped, lacking any patience in my tone.
"Seducing you," he said with a grin. How pathetic, right?
"What?" I exclaimed, taken aback.
"My clothes were wet, in case you didn't notice, which I know you did. You just have a dirty mind," he explained, hand on his waist as if it were some new trend (which it definitely wasn't). "And by the way, do you have any male clothes I could borrow?"
I sighed, realizing he had a point. "I think I do. Just wait here." I walked to my room and found Hayden's sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt.
"Here, you can wear these. Just make sure to bring them back. Hayden is going to be furious if he finds out I gave them away," I warned, confessing my fear of Hayden's anger. I didn't like to admit it, but I was genuinely terrified of him when he was upset.
"Who's Hayden?" he asked, putting on the pants.
"Non of your business" I answered.
"Wow chill, I was just asking"
"Good" I said.
"Do you mind putting on your clothes somewhere else?" I demanded, exasperated.
"And do you mind wearing something other than a blindingly lustful robe?" he retorted. Damn, he was right.
"Crap," I muttered, realizing I hadn't even noticed how scantily clad I was.
Ten minutes later, I descended the stairs, I noticed that the guy had made himself at home. He was sitting on my couch, drinking coffee, holding my TV remote. I couldn't help but feel annoyed by his audacity.
"I see you've made yourself at home," I remarked sarcastically.
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind, but you need a new coffee machine," he responded casually.
"No, I definitely don't mind. I don't mind my coffee machine being broken by someone who has no apparent reason to be in my house, sitting on my couch, and wearing my friend's clothes. It's totally fine. You can even start living here, and I won't mind," I retorted with heavy sarcasm in my voice.
"Seriously, I can stay here?" he asked, sounding surprisingly cheerful, as if he hadn't noticed my obvious disdain for his presence.
"NO, of course not. And what are you doing here in the first place?"
"To court you,"
"What?" I exclaimed, taken aback.
"Just kidding. I just wanted to let you know that we're going to Miami together for the meeting," he stated in a serious tone, still occupying my couch. Get off my couch, you pervert!
"Why didn't you just call?" I questioned, irritated.
"Because someone gave their phone to their secretary," he explained.
"Okay, you can leave now," I said firmly, looking him directly in the eye.
"Rude much?" he commented.
"Am not," I stuck my tongue out childishly.
"Are too," he retorted.
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too," he continued to argue.
We were sounding like children. I knew I had to find a way to get him off my couch and out of my house. So, I resorted to using the "crazy religious wife trick."
"I'm a married woman. I can't have a man who's not my husband on my couch," I declared.
"What?" he questioned, confused.
"You heard me. Get out. I'm married," I shouted, pushing him out of my house and slamming the door behind him. _
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"There is nothing known as perfect it's only those imperfections we choose not to see"
~Albert einstein
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A/N:
Hello there, how's your day going? What do you think of the chapter? Have you fallen for me yet? Mind telling me about your weekend?
