Devil Or Angel?

Chapter 3

I'm sitting on my couch, angry.

That stupid dick still hasn't gotten me my damn Jeep.

I can only go places when I get a ride.

I exhale slowly and click on notes to make my grocery list.

I see a random address.

421 Saint Paul St, Burlington, VT 05401.

There is a winky face emoji next to it.

Frowning, I call a taxi company. I take a fast shower and put on a beige push-up, a matching thong, a loose black t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts, black converse, and a feather necklace. I grab my purse off the couch. I go outside just as the taxi pulls in. I get in the car.

I tell him the address.

He takes off.

I don't speak to him, I just sit silently.

It's ten in the morning.

When we get there, I pay the driver and get out.

I take a deep breath and march up the driveway, through the indoor porch, and right into the house.

It's a nice house. I look to the right and then the left.

My eyes rest on him.

I march over to him.

He's laying shirtless on the couch with ray sweats on. There's a beer on the table, along with a soggy bowl of lucky charms.

At least I think it's lucky charms.

It's moldy.

I resist the urge to gag.

The floor is disgusting and filled with dirt.

I shut off the Xbox while he is in mid-shoot.

"Motherfucker!" he snaps. "I didn't even save! What the hell are you doing in my house?"

"It's been three and a half weeks! What the hell are you waiting for?"

"What are you talking about?" he growls.

"I'm talking about the fact that you still haven't gotten me the damn Jeep!"

"I'm not getting you a jeep." he snorts, shaking his head. "I'm not giving you shit. You hit me remember?"

"You said you were getting me a jeep! You have to give me something! If you don't I'll call the police!"

He sighs loudly.

"I'll tell you what," he starts, his smirking widening. "You clean my house and I go out and get your Jeep. Today."

I narrow my eyes.

"No."

"Yes." he says.

"I'm not cleaning your fucking house!" I snap. "That wasn't the deal!"

"I don't care what the deal was. Either you clean or you walk. Your choice."

I grit my teeth.

"Fine." I snap. "I'll fucking clean."

His golden retriever puppy hops off his lap and pisses on the floor.

He looks down at his dog.

"Also, you have to train my dog."

"No!" I snap. "This isn't how it works!"

He stands up. Dorito crumbs fall of his lap.

"I'm not asking."

He turns his Xbox back on.

I exhale slowly and walk out of the room. I wander around the house until I find the kitchen.

The sink is piled with dirty dishes.

Flies are all around the house.

I hear him sigh loudly and shut the Xbox off, and then he walks into the kitchen.

"You don't have to train my dog."

"Good." I grumble, searching through the cabinets.

"I don't have anything to clean. We've got to go to the store."

I frown. "Have you ever cleaned?"

"No." he says. "I broke up with my maid."

"Broke up?" I repeat. "As in you were in a relationship with her?"

"Yes." he says.

"Wow. You're a fucked up piece of shit, you know that?"

He shrugs.

I sigh.

"Go get ready so we can go."

He grunts in response and goes upstairs.

I wait rather impatiently.

After almost twenty minutes, I take his dog out to go to the bathroom, and then I bring it-her inside and give her water. She drinks, and then I pick up a toy and play tug of water with her, squatting on the floor.

"I hope you wear a thong when I fuck you." he says behind me. I feel him grab my underwear where they're sticking out and release. They smack onto my back. I stand up.

"You're a fucking dick." I snarl. "Can we just go to get this overwith?"

"Sure." he smirks. He walks outside. I sigh, following him.

Sorry this is so short

~Sam