Dollface

Part 17

Brazil, I should have known. One of the most beautiful places of all, and I'm spending it with Simon. Not necessarily him, because he'll most likely be working or, on the other hand, yelling at me. I don't know whether to be relieved or paranoid.

It felt like restless hours on that plane while Simon slept across from me. If you take a second to really stare at him while he frowns, he looks kind of cute. My head rests on my hand as I admire the curls on his head, not a strand out of place.

S: I feel you staring, Isa.

He muttered with his eyes closed.

I: I-I thought you were sleeping?
S: Well, I'm not.

He noted in a hoarse voice, adjusting his position to a more comfortable angle.

I: Stop being an asshole, we're going to be stuck in the same house for god knows how long and I don't feel like putting up with your bullshit.
S: Yeah, I know, and you better watch out or I might actually end up shooting you.
I: Same here.

I growled quietly and crossed my arms childishly. He now opened both eyes and looked at me seriously with narrowed eyes.

S: What was that?
I: Nothing.
S: No.

He sat up straight.

S: Speak clearly, what did you say?
I: I didn't say anything.
S: Hmm, that's what I thought.

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Eventually we stopped at a beautiful white house, it wasn't that big but nice and cozy. Soon Simon impatiently ordered me to get out of the car.

The keys jiggled in his hands as he reached for the door to open it. I wrap my arms around myself as I inspect the rooms just as Simon threw all the luggage on the floor, careless as always.

I roll my eyes and decide to carry my luggage myself.

S: Good, you get the hint.

Simon walked past me as he said that and I glared at him angrily. I sigh heavily and drag my shit up the stairs as Simon was way too superior to even offer to help me.

S: Your room is on the right, mine is across the street on the left. Do you think you can handle it?

My eyes narrowed as I looked at him. He looks at me without emotion, seeming like I shouldn't be impressed with how particularly sarcastic and irritable he was today. I wanted to curse him, call him several things, which would only result in several other hurtful words overwhelming me.

It took a lot of strength to just throw my luggage into the room, I felt tired and the timing was off due to the different time zones. Fear was the first thing that hit me as I looked around the bedroom. Another room I have to get used to...

Just as I sit on my bed, Simon enters the room.

S: I have news. Fantastic news. Your father-

He folds his arms across his chest.

S: Deems it necessary for you to learn some self-defense techniques.

A frown formed on my lips, pulling the corners down to create a prominent look of displeasure on my face.

I: What?
S: Apparently I need to teach you those skills. Over the next few weeks I'm teaching you hand-to-hand combat, and he said you can shoot a gun, but we'll probably test that theory.
I: And are you okay with letting me handle a gun?
S: Well, yes, if you shoot me, I probably won't hesitate to shoot back. But you know, we can compromise. So you have to cooperate with me, you already know who's in charge.

I stood up and folded my arms across my chest as well.

I: Look-

I spat, feeling more angry and irritated in Simon's presence than I'd ever felt before. He raised his eyebrows, obviously surprised.

I: I'm not your child, okay? I appreciate it when you didn't talk to me like I couldn't understand syllables, Simon. I'm full and ready to do anything and everything to piss you off because you've put me through enough of your shit.

Simon barely took steps to reach me and I was whipped against his body within a second, the air stopped along with my heart, my cheeks heating up as I realized I was pressed against a wall, his body pressed against the surface, lips parted and eyes wide I stared into his beautiful eyes.

A shiver forced itself from my body at the distance between our faces. He rested his hands on either side of my head. The way he breathed heavily against my skin made my face heat up and my heart speed up with excitement and fear at the same time.

S: Listen. I'm tired of yelling at you, really, I can use my mouth better.

You are, I thought to myself, suppressing a grin.

S: Don't make me raise my voice at you again. You want to be treated like an adult? Start acting like one, Isabell. Let's make this as easy as possible, because I swear I'm going to lose my temper any minute. And I won't hesitate to show you.
I: Is that a threat?
S: Consider it a suggestion, you're the only person I've met that makes me almost lose my mind. I'm being cautious. This is not an appropriate sight for a little girl like you.
I: You're only three years older than me.
S: And three times smarter than you'll ever be. Now put on some comfortable clothes and then get your little ass downstairs to wait for me.

With my jaw clenched, I stare at him with nothing but an incredible amount of anger. I wanted to put my knee in his crotch so badly that this man is making me so angry.

S: Are we clear, dollface?
I: Clear as day.