The Devil with a Halo (On hold)

Chapter 8 - My Hero

--My Hero--

"I am not using your men's shampoo." These were the first words I muttered to Diego since he'd shot Leo and rescued me.

My hero..I thought sarcastically.

"You're really bothering about shampoo when your scalp is bleeding?" Diego raised an eyebrow looking at me incredulously. 

"I don't want to smell like you." I shrugged, picking up his shampoo anyway, scrunching my nose while doing so.

"I just rescued you from your evil uncle who was about to kill you. If not for gratitude, for the sake of my convenience just use whatever you find in here and help yourself." He looked pretty annoyed, which I don't blame him for. "Plus you like this smell." He smirked, then winked and then walked out leaving me alone in his massive bathroom frowning.

Let's reflect on what has happened till now. Erik found me and disappeared just as mysteriously as he had appeared. My uncle kidnapped me and tried to kill me. I was almost killed but somehow my Knight in Armani Suit, Diego saved me. And now I am stuck with him. Him, the man I dread. And worst of all, I've to use his shampoo. And to top it all, I don't have necessary stuff to recolor my hair.

Of course, I am pissed. Who wouldn't be really? But, I think Diego is more pissed. It's not like I blame him. He has to again take responsibility of his--never mind. I don't even want to go there. 

I hate Diego and always will. But, I owe him for saving me. So, I think the least I can do is to use the available shampoo without throwing any tantrums. I eyed the bottle cautiously, this is something used by Diego Osorio almost regularly. 

I wonder how many bucks I'll get if I sell it online. Quite a lot, given his popularity. He is Osorio clan's golden boy after all. Women love him, he loves women. Fortunately for me, I am not one of those women. The hate seems to be mutual.

I stripped out of my dirty clothes and entered the shower.I winced when the water touched my skin. Leo definitely left some serious bruises and cuts on skin. My scalp still hurt from his heartless assault. I am still not able to digest why my own uncle would do this to me. I never did him any wrong. In fact, the only person I ever did bad to was either myself or well..myself.

I've always had that self-destructive bone in my body. Not that cutting-myself kind of self destruction but rather taking stupid decisions without thinking kind of self destruction. 

I've kind of, if not officially moved in with Diego. Proving him right, that yes, I can't protect myself. I can still deny his offer to protect me. But let's be practical here, my pride is no bigger than my love for life.

I'll rather endure Diego for sometime than to risk my life under the hands of my sweet, sweet family members. Though I have no idea what Diego has planned for Leo, there is no way he will be able to keep him a captive for long. Leo is powerful in his own right, not as powerful as Diego but powerful nonetheless. 

I feel tired, dizzy and powerless. The whole way here, I was quite. I didn't ask much questions like I intended to. I didn't even really noticed my surroundings that much. My mind just want rest and my body too. 

I let my mind take a rest from all the thinking which was causing my head to hurt. I let lukewarm water wash away any blood or dirt from my body. To be honest, this shampoo is nothing a woman will ever like to use. It is making me smell all masculine. But well,  beggars can't be choosers.

 I stepped out of the shower, feeling partially relaxed. Diego Osorio has quite an en-suite in my opinion. Now that I noticed, having a Jaccuzi and a Plasma Screen, I can practically live here all my life. All I need to install here is a mini fridge. I wonder if he will let me..wait what? Why would he let me install anything in his bathroom?