Unexpected Love

Chapter 2

Ha ha! I got so excited writing this story that I immediately wrote chapter 2! I hope you like it!

Chapter 2:

"Owww, my head..." Desmond woke up and touched his head. "I shouldn't have drank that much yesterday!"

"Hey! Are you okay?" Heather walked into the room. "Who the hell are you? Why are you in my house?" Desmond shouted at Heather. "Chill okay? You are in my house and you passed out on the road yesterday..." Heather's voice slowly trailed away. "Yesterday..." Desmond scratched his head.

"I remembered now! You hit me with your car yesterday!" Desmond shouted at Heather and pointed at her accusingly. "Hey! I did not! You were fine! You only passed out!" Heather shouted. "Well, you have mentally damaged me. I am going to sue you. Wait for my lawyer letter." Desmond stood up from the bed.

"Sue me? Lawyer letter? Shit, I can afford to get sued now!" Heather say her thoughts out loud. "Well, too bad for you." Desmond walked towards her. "Please, I beg you. I will do anything as long as you don't sue me!" Heather grabbed onto Desmond. Nothing matters to her now, even her own pride. "Hey! Get off me." Desmond tried to kick her away.

"Please." Heather begged. Looking at her face almost going to break into tears, his heart soften. "Fine, if you insist. I think my house has been in a mess recently and there isn't anyone to clean my house..." Desmond looked at Heather. "I think you could clean my house until I decide to not sue you.".

"What the! This is definitely not to my advantage!" Heather shouted. Desmond use his hands to block out Heather's piercing shouts. "You will wait for my lawyer letter then." Desmond pushed Heather aside and walked out to the living room. "No! I'll do it!" Heather grabbed onto Desmond's arm.

"Arm. Let. Go." Desmond command Heather like she was a dog. "Sorry." Heather looked down onto her feet. "Now drive me back home." Desmond walked out of Heather's apartment. Desmond then got into Heather's car and she drove him back to his house. Heather's jaw dropped when she saw Desmond's house. "OMG! This is your house!?" Heather charged towards the front door and began touching it.

"Hands off." Desmond waved off Heather's hand and type in the password onto the keypad right beside the door and then the door opened. "OMG! This is so cool!" Heather beamed. Desmond turned around wanting to say something to shut her stupid mouth up but when he saw the innocence smile plastered on her face, he couldn't bring himself to say anything but look at her face.

"Can I go in?" Heather asked, smiling like a kid. "Sure." Desmond smile and then shakes his head and said,"I mean, do you have to be so stupid, just go in already." Desmond shoved Heather aside and walk into the living room.

"Desmond Wright!" A blonde hair girl stood up and walked towards Desmond, her face filled with anger. "How dare you deny our relationship to the press? I've already dated you for a month now!" The little blonde shouted so loud that her face was as red as a tomato. "And who us this bitch!?" The blonde turned her head to face Heather who was standing at the door.

"Who are you again? Oh, Madison...that dumb blonde model. Let me tell you something which you might not know. I am Desmond Wright, the most famous and handsome actor in Hollywood and you are? A no name model...so do you think you honestly fit me?" Desmond laughed and sat down on the sofa in front of the largest flat screen TV Heather has ever seen.

"I was nice enough to have sex with you when you begged me and now you want a status? You are just asking too much. You are beyond ugly and extremely unsuitable for my handsome, flawless face. So get out of my house before I throw you out personally." Desmond gave the blonde girl a extremely cold look and pointed towards the door. The blonde girl cried and ran out of the house.

"How can you be so mean to that girl?" Heather stood in front of Desmond, staring at him. "Save your good act, every girl that dated me knows that I just want a girl to make my night less lonely. So that Madison already knew that before she even dated me, so she deserve what she get. End of discussion." Desmond stood up,"Oh, and btw, sell your old apartment away because you are going to stay here..." Desmond then walked into his kitchen.

"What!? Why should I stay with you this player, sex maniac!?" Heather looked at Desmond with disgust. "It's either you stay here and be my cleaner or you go home and wait for my lawyer letter." Desmond opened his fridge and took out an apple.

"Fine!" Heather stomped on the floor. "You know what, on second thought, I'll buy your apartment." Desmond walked into his room without letting Heather say a single word of protest.

"This is so ridiculous! I should have just left him on the road!" Heather lie onto the comfy king sized bed. "Stupid blonde jerk!" Heather swipe a loose strand of her brown locks away from her face. Heather sat on her bed and looked at her stomach as it grumbles angrily. "Ah. My stomach, I haven't eaten anything since morning..."

Heather looked at the digital clock at the side table beside her bed,"He should be sleeping now." Heather tiptoed to the kitchen and quietly opened the fridge.

"What do you think you are doing?" Desmond asked. He looked at the brunette slammed her head right into the top of the fridge and fall onto the floor. He looked at the brunette wearing a children pajamas and he immediately pretended to vomit to show her, her lack of fashion sense.

"Seriously, what kind of night wear is that? What!? Are you still like...10 year old?" said Desmond as he pulled Heather's sleeve. "What!? This is extremely adorable okay!? Besides, they are extremely comfy!" Heather said as she swat away Desmond's hand while rubbing her head with the other hand.

"What are doing this late at night, sneaking around?" Desmond asked as he crossed his arm. Heather's face blushed slightly which made Desmond's heart skipped a beat. "I'm hungry..." she said with a puppy dog eye.

"Oh really? Remember to make some dinner for me as well and bring it to my room." Right after he finished his sentence, he walked back to his room without even looking back at the brunette. "What!? I thought I was only here to clean his house." Heather stomped angrily but she still went on to prepare dinner.

"Here is your dinner."

Heather placed a plate of fish and chips onto his table. Desmond cut a small piece of the fish and placed it into his mouth. God! This plate of fish and chips has the quality of what a five star restaurant would served. He look at Heather, completely awed by her cooking skills. Desmond then starts to gobble down the food as though someone might steal them away from him if he didn't eat fast enough.

"Taste good, doesn't it?" Heather smile, looking at Desmond enthusiastically, waiting for reply. "Yes yes. It's okay." Desmond pushed the empty plate towards Heather and went to bed.

Heather took the plate and stomped angrily out of his room. "What a ungrateful asshole! He didn't even thank me for the meal!" Heather said as she put the plates into the dish dryer and then went back to her room. "Why do I have to be so unlucky to meet this ass!?" Heather jumped onto the bed. "But I definitely don't mind meeting you!" Heather smile as she touched the bed, feeling the soft fabric under her hands before she fell asleep.