Dollface

Part 19

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That night I was in pain from running around while Simon kept yelling at me to keep going, at some point he obviously gave up on me and said we'd save the melee tomorrow.

I dreaded the fact that we would do this again tomorrow.

S: Isa.

Simon said, catching my attention. I was sitting on the kitchen island with a hot coffee after a very long and relaxing shower. Simon had stressed me out so much that all I could look forward to was a shower. Somewhere I wouldn't have his eyes on me all the time, somewhere he would give me space to breathe.

I sighed to myself.

I: What do you want now?

I didn't bother to look at him, I was too busy admiring the marble surface of the island I was sitting on, I could feel his deadly gaze pointed in my direction.

S: Get me a cup from the shelf.

He ordered me, causing a scoff to leave my mouth.

I: Am I your slave now?
S: Before I throw your damn coffee on the floor, could you get me the cup? It wouldn't kill you to do something for me for once.

When I finally met his brown eyes, I got a feeling of karma for being rude. His wet hair was brushed back from his face after a recent shower, giving me a clear view of the frustration in his eyes. I noticed he had soft dark circles under them, and although he looked exhausted, he looked hot, the pair of sweatshirts he had on slipped down and I could see the white Calvin Klein band of his boxers.

I swallowed quite loudly as he walked and sat down on a stool next to me. The next thing I knew, he was reaching for my cup and taking it for himself, I watched with parted lips as he drained the hot coffee carelessly.

I: Simon, that's my damn coffee!
S: Great, thanks for letting me know.
I: Wow, I didn't think I could hate you more.
S: Make me another one, would you?

I watched his muscular, tattooed arm bob up and down and angrily hopped off the counter, I soon saw that the only cups left were on the top shelf and I stared at it in annoyance.

With my arm outstretched and my feet on tiptoes, I reached for the mug. Just as I felt my fingertips touch the glass, I felt Simon's presence behind me, one of his hands resting around my right hip while the other effortlessly reached for the mug.

I turned in his grasp and glared at him with mild annoyance, Simon glared back with much less annoyance and handed me the mug.

S: Aside from being very fragile, you're also tiny.
I: I'm pretty average height for your information.

I defended myself, barely noticing our distance.

S: Not tall enough to get that mug.
I: So?
S: So nothing.
I: Okay, now get out of my way.

Simon's eyes narrowed as they followed me.

S: Why do you always like to fight me?
I: Can I just make you your damn coffee?!

Unintentionally, of course, my voice rises, his jaw clenches and his hands touch my hips.

S: Stop raising your voice at me.
I: Stop being such an ass.
S: See! You fight me all the time, no matter what I say, you find a way to disagree.
I: Maybe you really are frustrating.

I spit and poured the water into the cup.

S: Frustrating? Oh yeah, just because you can't stop blushing every time I touch you. It's like I could put my hands in your hair and you'd instantly turn all red.

Please do it, I think mischievously to myself.

I: You're being unfair, because if I took off my shirt right now, you'd probably do everything you could to not react if you know you want to. It's not like I want to blush!
S: Let's not talk about taking your shirt off, because I really regret what I was about to say.
I: What were you going to say huh? Hm?

I poke his chest, provoking him.

S: If I wanted to, if I really wanted to, I'd take your damn shirt off! I must be the one controlling my desires because you always throw yourself at me!

I was angry at his words, he's right, I did it but I wish I hadn't.

I: That was a mistake! I never should have done it, you're an asshole and-
S: And you should have listened to me. I told you I'm an asshole, okay? I'm not going to stand here and tell you I'm a guy who intends to sweep you off your feet like you're a little fucking princess!

I shove him with my ankles and walk around him.

I: Why are we even talking about this?!
S: You're right. I don't know why either, it's our first night here and you're already irritating me.
I: Oh, I started it?!
S: I'm not saying I did!
I: Oh!

I groan in anger and throw my hands in the air.

I: Whatever, dislike, I hate you!! You wouldn't just let me make your damn coffee in the first place!
S: Hiking is unattractive and very irritable.

I giggle bitterly.

I: Does it look like I'm trying to impress you?!
S: Not anymore, anyway. I do remember you taking off your robe the other night though.

I was totally embarrassed but refused to show it.

I: Make your own damn coffee!!!

I screamed and threw the cup in the sink.

It doesn't matter if it cracks or breaks. I barely made it to the stairs before he spun me around and pressed his hand to my lower back. I swear I've never been so angry in my entire life and I wanted to kiss someone so badly.

S: I didn't say you could walk away from me.

He croaked softly, narrowing his eyes at me.

I: You didn't say I couldn't either.

Simon snorted angrily.

S: Okay, you little smartass. Could you get the cup from the sink and make me my coffee now?
I: You're a determined man, can't you just do it yourself? Why are you so determined to let me do it?!
S: Because you think you can fight me and walk away, that's not how it works, you're listening to me.
I: Shut. Your. Mouth.

I hissed slowly.

I: Is that clear enough for you?

His nostrils flare in anger.

S: I said make me the coffee or I'll drag you to the sink myself.
I: No. Chance.
S: Okay, your choice.

I shriek as he throws me over his shoulder in a second and walks back to the sink where he sets me down, seriously, I didn't think he would actually do it.

S: Now make my damn coffee darling, I don't have all day.

I mutter angrily to myself, grabbing the cup and putting it on the counter.

S: Good girl, baby.

He whispers in my ear, sending shivers through my body. Baby... I've never heard him say the word baby before, it made my insides feel weird. My heart felt a hundred times lighter and just as I was enjoying his presence, he walked away.

S: Make me my coffee now, okay?