Rage

♠SIXTEEN♠

After hundreds of hours of trying dresses and cloth and another hour of Sal teasing and smirking, i finally had enough, they were over 18 bags lying on the floor of the bedroom, i bought perfumes, body sprays, skincare, hair tools and random make up items with jewelries. At this point i felt like the billionaire.

Sal didnt show me how much we had spent at LAI's EMPIRE but i didnt need any genius to tell me it was over thousands. He said he had a business conference to attend so he called Lawrence to pick me up and only when lawrence had arrived and i got in the car did Sal leave.

I wonder what Sal would do when he sees there's no walking space in his room. Its not my fault anyways, he insisted we get everything i tried even the ones i didnt like. He said something about it being perfect and deserving perfection. If i didnt know him, i would be flattered, but boy is always messing with me.

When i got back home Dior had greeted me and handed me a bowl fruit salad, as if she knew i had eaten nothing earlier and just then i decide to break Sals cover "Sal ate the apples" i say and she chuckles "ofcourse he did" she says "he has something for apples" she says and i want to know other things about Sal, things he'll never tell me. "Red, green or yellow apples?" I ask and shes laughing. "I dont know if he has a certain colour distinqusion but i see him eat more of the red ones though" she says and i cant help but smile to that. Im siting in on the bed eating while Dior is at the door frame.

We've been talking about random things since and my bags are still littered everywhere, ive only fixed 6 bags somewhere, the remaining 12 are still unpacked, the carbon white bags have a floral logo and i cant imagine a man too be soo deeply inlove with flowers.

Not to be a sexist or anything but for someones who's Sals brother. Its just hard to believe.

After my last bite of fruit i discard of the bowl and wash my hands as Dior follows me, its almost like she wants to ask something but she's unsure how i would react.

"Spill" is all i say and she smiles softly "Sal is buying you cloths?" She asks. God i knew this topic would come up. "I asked him too" i say, trying to erase the possible thought she has of him doing something kind. "And he simply agreed?" She asked again.

Where the hell are we going with this conversation. I turn off the tab and stare at her face for a nuance of emotion, she's just smiling. "He already had plans to go there, he said it was his brothers company and he was only there to check the development, he did nothing for me" i said. Except rescheduling for you.

shut your mouth. Great now im talking to myself, i clean my hands with a paper towel and dispose of it. Im walking back upstairs. "He's tolerating you" she says. "Im tolerating him" i say walking up the stairs not looking back and i hear her laugh. "So your not going to admit it" she says and i glance back at her confused. "Admit what?" I say and she's even smiling more, shes acting like a dog with two tails.

"That he has a soft spot for you" she says and if i wasnt observant i would have missed a step and fell head first on the ground because what autumn of nonsense was she talking?

"He shot Tyler and yelled at you for no exit reason just to piss me off and make me realize i had no chances of escaping" i say "non of those concealed of any softness huh?" I say stoping at the top stair "he's a formidable, cruel man. The least he can do is tolerate someone like me" i stated. "I have anger issues, and im not going to endure his nonsense" This man is haunting me more than i had expected.

I grab a golden vase and stare at the amazing brick lines drawn on it, i should've taken moulding lessons when i had the chance. I grab the vase and walk into Sals room, freeing up a space on his desk and placing the vase on it.