Releasing a deep breath, my eyes slowly fluttered open and I stared at the ceiling before removing the crust from the inner corner of my eyes.
What was I thinking? I thought as my mind wandered back to my employer's question last night—but my importantly my question that led to it.
I want to be yours? I want to be yours? What kind of thought was that? Was I drunk? I'm definitely not drunk; because I was then I should be having some massive headache while cursing the universe for the person who invented the damn alcohol.
The last time I got wasted was when I passed the entrance exam to the university of my choice. I don't even know why I decided to drink and I don't remember what I drank. I was lucky it was with Audrey and his boyfriend though. But then I'm not the type to drink alone or with someone I barely know.
And I don't drink a lot because I easily get drunk.
But going back, why did I even say that I want to be his? What was I thinking? What the hell George?! You naughty little brat!
"Care to share your thoughts?"
Oh great, now I'm imagining his voice. Way to go loca!
"Why are you making faces?"
When I heard that question, my eyebrows began to plot a meeting and I slowly pushed myself up. There he stood, on the edge of the bed, leaning coolly against the bed post, looking at me.
I immediately folded my arms to hide my chest since I'm not wearing any bra.
"How long have you been standing there? More importantly, what are you doing here?" I asked as I widened my eyes at him.
He's in his jeans and a black shirt clung onto his torso. I must admit, this is some sight.
Oh shut up me!
"I was watching you sleep, wondering when you'll wake up" he answered.
"You're creepy" I shook my head and grabbed the yellow floral bra beside my pillow.
I watched him from the corner of my eye as I walked to the bathroom and wondered why he's in my room. I better demand to have a lock in this room. Locking the bathroom door behind me, I lifted my shirt up and wore the bra in place before walking to the sink to wash my face and gargle.
I looked at my pale self in the mirror as I tied my hair up. I'll pass as a vampire anytime with this skin color. I better get some sun, but then knowing my skin, I'll burn before I get tanned.
Big foot was still in my room when I walked out of the bathroom. He sat casually at the couch, doing whatever it is he's doing with his phone.
"What's up?" I decided to call his attention which he immediately gave.
"Angelique invited me to lunch; I want you to come with me."
"She invited you, not me. You should go alone" I said before sitting on the bed.
He closed his eyes and furrowed his brows. "I won't go alone. She's going with someone so I'm taking you with me."
Hell, why did I even agree to be dragged into all this.
"Is there any problem?" he asked and I wrapped my arm around the bedpost before looking away.
It's kind of annoying, why won't he just court her again? He can just send her flowers and shit for all I care. Why do we even have to make her jealous? What if she doesn't buy it?
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Living With Him
Romance"I'd rather die with the secret than share it" I answered and noticed how his face lightened. It must've been because of the change of my tone. "I wouldn't consider working for someone who I don't think I could be loyal to." "Good" he sat up and did...
