"You forget how hard it is to ignore someone who looks the way you do," He replied smoothly, taking advantage of the close proximity between the two of us.
Running his large hands slowly down my arms before looping them around my waist possessively...
The next morning, I woke up to absolute silence. No clanging of dishes. No voices. Nothing.
Was Matío right about me not even noticing him here? Or did he say he wouldn't notice me? Honestly, I couldn't remember.
Yawning, I stretched out in the massive California king bed, realizing again just how ridiculous it was for me to have a bed this big. What was the point? It's not like I ever had company.
Reaching for my phone, I winced at the sudden brightness of the screen. My notifications list was underwhelming: a text from Ez, one from Renai, and one from my dad. I ignored them all, deciding to reply once I was awake enough to handle conversation.
Walking out of the room, I wandered the sprawling house, finally finding the kitchen. Empty, of course. I opened the fridge, spotting a gallon of grape juice.
A smirk crossed my face. He'd lose his mind if he saw me drinking this.
Grabbing a glass, I poured the juice and took a satisfying sip before pulling out my phone to respond to Renai. Predictably, she replied almost immediately.
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𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝙍𝙀𝙉𝘼𝙄
𝗬𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟲:𝟯𝟯𝗽𝗺
I want to die. (Read 8:49 AM)
𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝟴:𝟱𝟮𝗮𝗺 Good morning, I just saw your text from yesterday. Sorry I didn't respond. Anyway, how's it going with Hottie?
I hate it here already.
Oh, come on, girl, it can't be that bad.
Oh, you don't even know. He may seem different, but he's still throwing shade. You should've seen him yesterday.
What happened yesterday???
He gave me grape juice.
Grape juice is good, though. Why is that a bad thing?
No, Renai. He gave me grape juice after calling me a teenager.