Playing the Assassin

Ch. 13 Complications of a Killer Roomate

Chapter 13

           

Complications of a Killer Roommate

                There were a few complications living with a killer. The first complication I learned the night that we arrived to Russia, at our first hotel.

                "Hey, cupcake I'm going to take a shower," I announced, dragging my feet to the front door of our hotel room where a plastic white bag laid holding the clothes I bought beforehand. Noah blew off a laugh hearing my new nickname for him. Honestly, I didn't know what to call him anymore. I combined the two names to come up with Noja-but it just didn't sound right so I decided I'd call him the first thing that would come up in mind. I pulled out my clothes and headed into the washroom. At the corner of my eye I saw him taking off his shirt to change into another.

                Hmm. In a hotel in a foreign country with a hot assassin... Come on. This was a perfect set up to lose my virginity. Yet, I wasn't exactly set on doing any of that. Ever since Daphne's flings, I'm extra careful. I took a step into the bathroom, closed the wooden door that had a small blurry square glass window. I stripped off my clothes and tried to take a look at my back but that didn't work out very well. I stepped into the single small shower, slide the glass door shut and turned on the tap. The hot water fell down on my skin, soothing the sore spots, leaving me to sigh.

                A small creak and hit of the wall made it to my ears. Either my ears are tricking me-or someone opened the door to the washroom. Someone broke in didn't they? I held my breath and stopped, covered up myself.

                "Who’s there?" I hesitantly asked.

                "I'm just brushing my teeth," Noah explained. He was what...?

                "Son of a bitch." I spat quietly to myself and then yelled, "Get the fuck out! I'm taking a shower!"

                "I know." He replied.

                "Then get out." I spoke through my teeth. I missed Damon. The time that he accidently came into the washroom, He hadn't done it by purpose and I knew he wouldn't because he was scared of the consequences. This asshole? No. He wasn't scared of me. He could do whatever the hell he wanted without batting an eyelash. And I knew that because the next thing he did was slide the shower door open. I screamed bloody murder.

                "Wow, not bad," He shrugged without even a hint of smile or amusement either, "What are you worried about? I've seen plenty of girls, and plenty of dead nude bodies. It doesn't make a difference to me if I see you. It's the same thing as-" I covered my face and then start screaming at the top of my lungs, "-GET THE FUCK OUT!"

                Yea. Complication number one. Privacy is a non-existent word to him. He had at least shut the door and left, muttering how too childish I was being. I doubt anyone was used to random guys coming into the bathroom while they were taking a shower. What in the world was his life normally like?

                That night, I couldn't stand to be in the same room with him, so I moved out into the hallway in till he refused to let me sleep there. Instead, the prick slept outside in the hallway and I slept in the room. He deserved it since I couldn't beat him up.

                Then there was the second complication. I was sitting on the bed, releasing all my weight on the pillow and was changing the channels until I decided I was hungry. I grabbed the phone wanting room service but one problem... I didn't know how to speak Russian. So, I had to call the mutt back in and tell him to call for me. So he did, and a person came up a couple of minutes in. And...he touched every single thing I ordered to make sure they weren't poisoned and he realized one of my orders were super spicy.