These Hoes Are Irrefutable Girl Kissers

SEIZE MY LOVE (ENGLOT): 4

The next day, Charlotte wakes up to Engfa standing by her bed watching her like freaking Edward Cullen creepily staring at Bella Swan.

After screaming her lungs out and flinging her pillow at her, she finally calms down enough to settle on simply huffing and puffing and complaining to Engfa that it is absolutely creepy for her to be standing there like a damn stalker.

"I knocked several times, you didn't answer," the crime boss says monotonously, as if that justifies everything.

"I was fucking sleeping!" Charlotte whines, glaring at her annoying kidnapper. "It's seven in the morning, what the hell?"

"Did you want to sleep more? But breakfast is ready."

"Do you think I can go back to sleep after almost giving me a heart attack? How the hell did you even go in, I locked the door."

Engfa frowns. "I have a key to every room here, Ms. Austin. It's my house."

"Of course," she rolls her eyes.

"So?" Engfa crosses her arms, taps her foot impatiently, and stares at Charlotte's prone body without shame.

"So what?" Charlotte instinctively pulls up the blanket up to her chin, much to Engfa's displeasure.

Engfa glares at the feisty pink-haired woman, her patience running thin. "Are you going to have breakfast with me or not?"

"Do I have a choice, Ms. Waraha?"

It takes several seconds before Engfa replies with a smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "No."

"Then why did you even ask me?" Charlotte kicks at her blanket and grumbles the whole time she is following her kidnapper out of her bedroom, down the stairs, a couple of hallways, and out the patio.

"You didn't brush your teeth," Engfa points out, totally ignoring Charlotte's entire barrage of complaints.

"So? It's not like we're gonna kiss or anything." Charlotte huffs impatiently.

Engfa stops and turns around to face her, wanting to set the record straight that she could kiss her if she wants to, which results to Charlotte, who is busy flapping her mouth and complaining non-stop to pay attention to her surroundings, colliding against her. 

As someone with fast reflexes, Engfa grabs the girl's waist to prevent her from toppling backwards, which makes the latter gasp in surprise.

"Your breath stinks," Engfa scrunches up her nose, as the other girl literally gasped straight to her face. 

Charlotte covers her mouth in embarrassment, forgetting her temper tantrums.

"Whatever, Ms. Waraha, I didn't ask you to breathe in my air," she waits for Engfa to take her seat, then choosing the chair farthest from her. That earns a glare from the mob boss, but she pretends not to notice as she picks up a piece of toast and munches on it.

Short minutes later, they are served a variety of food that could feed ten starving people.

"Jeez, who's eating with us? An entire basketball team?"

"I wasn't sure what you'd like," Engfa shrugs, "so I asked the chef to cook everything from his breakfast menu."

Open-mouthed, Charlotte stares at the woman in front of her. Is she for real? That is actually so thoughtful that she almost thanked her, but then she remembers she's being held captive in here and Engfa doesn't deserve her gratitude or kindness, so she simply stares at her food and eats silently. Meanwhile, Engfa shrugs as she also eats without initiating conversation, as she is used to eating alone unless Orm or her Quad friends were here to bug her.