Blonde And Brunette

Chapter 11

Yad (English version)

Two words, 10 letters.

Hunter King.

I felt so small compared to him. Not that I'm good at measuring heights. Also, I believe I've already started digging my grave. He stood at least 6 feet, long arms, lean muscles, broad shoulders, flat chest.

He leaned against the door, locked it behind him, legs crossed at the ankles and stared at me like I'm a specimen about to magnified under a microscope.

Alone. We're alone in the room.

Hazel eyes met my black ones. "It's you".

"What about me?" The second those words flew right out of my mouth, I realised I should've been second guessing about what he'll ask instead of being stubborn.

He chuckled lowly. "Did you really think I was the dumb kid with rich bad boy vibes with his head high up in the clouds when girls flaunt their asses?"

"Nope, you're just arrogant, prideful and selfish," I replied with a roll of my eyes. Why am I even talking back? And without stuttering? Little shy omega challenging the big bad alpha male to a fight? His brows raised and he sighed. "Please jump. I don't have all night for your interrogative crap".

"Mikaela, Mikaela, Mikaela...," he tsked-tsked. "You owe me big time. First, wrecking my car, paint job wasted. The hood is bent, scratched and marked with your prints. I imagine that costs around a million. Second," he stalked towards me. My back meets the wall again. Obviously pressed when he leans in, "—second, you stole my sister".

"I did not," I moved to push him back but he held my hand against his chest, while the other caged me. "What are you doing?".

"Punishing you," he stated. "Two months enslavement to me. Anything I say, you listen and act. Argue and you're dead. Am. I. Clear. Mika?"

"E-excuse me?". Did this mother cracker just say enslavement? This *itch! And why is he using my middle name? Not even my mother calls me that which means no one gets special treatment. Also, his closeness is making me dizzy—not in a sexual kinda way but a the whiff of his cologne is so strong it can kill a fly.

"Unless you have the money. I suggest you shut that innocent mouth of yours".

"It was an accident. You saw it right?" I pulled my hand from his grasp. "The dog came running–"

"And?" He taunted

"Look, enslavement is absolutely rid–"

"Excuse, excuses, excuses," he shakes his head with an inward inhale of air through his mouth. He steps back, his hand clasped behind him. "Enjoy your birthday well, Mika". With that, he rendered me speechless. With stupidity of course.

Two months enslavement to Lily's brother, the guy who's never noticed me, ever, until I wrecked his car...is crazy and nerve-wrecking ridiculous. If only I could turn back time and rerouted than go through with it.

I stayed in the room, pulled out my physics textbook from my hoodie and settled into the bed. Noises wafted from the outside as I tried to tune it out and concentrate. But Hunter's words kept laughing in my head.

At this point, bleach would be a better option. Biting into the large piece of cake brought not to long ago, I studied. Better safe than sorry.

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