My Rude Ceo

Chapter 4

Days Pov

I woke up the next morning very comfy. Stretching I felt a strange hardness on my back. Sitting up I turned around and saw a shirtless Henry. I jumped out of bed and pulled down the rising shirt I was wearing. "Henry!" I screamed. He pulled the covers over his head and rolled over. I jumped on him randomly. He grunted and snatched the covers off of him. "What the hell Day?!" I stared at his beautifully sculpted chest. Licking my lips I turned away. 

"Explain why you are shirtless and sleeping with me?" I tapped my foot. Scratching his dyed black hair he looked confused. "Is there a problem being shirtless in my bed?" He pointed towards the bed. "Heck yes! I was sleeping on the couch," I pointed "Not the bed," I also pointed towards the bed. "I clearly told you last night I had no intentions of sleeping with you" I said in a disgusted way. 

He smirked, pulling me towards him. "My best friend, I had the intention of proving you wrong." Clenching my fist, I grabbed a handful of his hair. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Forcing him to look at me. "I was joking. I was lonely and you looked uncomfortable." I released his hair and crossed my arms. Looking down, I scoffed. "Such a pervert." Poking is raw chest I turned and walked away. 

"Lil Hen are you hungry?" I giggled. He scoffed, "Stop calling me that! But yes I'm starving but not for food," He mumbled. "What was that?" I looked at him confused. "Nothing favorite type of day," He said goofy. I walked down the stairs and saw Patrick butt ass naked. I started choking on the air in my lungs. God help me. "Day?" He looked towards me and smiled. I tried to run but he grabbed me. "Good Morning beautiful," he smiled at me. I frowned. He leaned in for a kiss but I pushed him away. "Don't start," I said angrily. 

Marching towards the kitchen I flung the fridge door open grabbing the bacon, eggs, cheese, and bread. I dropped them on the counter and grabbed the frying pan. Cutting the bacon into thirds and cutting the cheese into small squares. I cut the edges off the bread and cracked eggs into a bowl. Grabbing the salt and pepper, I sprinkled the salt and pepper together in the bowl with the eggs. Mixing the eggs and seasoning together, I put the cheese in a cup in the microwave. Removing the melted cheese out of microwave I sat it on the counter. Pouring the cheese in with the eggs I mixed it. Taking the bread and placing it in the bowl so that the bottom of the bread was covered with egg and cheese.

 After finishing the bacon, I fried the egg and cheese cover bread.  Once they were done, I placed the bacon onto the bottom bread and the top bread that was halfway covered with cheese and eggs on top. Setting the plates and pouring juice I called them down. "Henry came first, then Patrick, and finally Mr and Mrs Franklin."

"Oh dear this smells heavenly!" Mrs Franklin said. "I agree," Mr Franklin said grabbing his wife from behind. I smiled at them. "I hope you enjoy." Henry and Patrick fought to get to the counter first, both of them are idiots, I thought to myself of course. After we were all seated at the table, I smiled. They all dug into the food as if they hadn't eaten in years. 

"This is very good Day! Where did you learn to make this?" Mr Franklin asked. "Well I taught myself how to cook. Thank you for the compliment." "Why aren't you eating?" Henry asked. "I'm not hungry." You need to eat. You are anorexic!" I got up and slammed my hand on the table. "It's none of your damn concern!" I said. "I wasn't fucking hungry so why did you comment?! If you are so damn concerned then buy groceries in my house!" I stormed out of the house and began to walk home. 

I looked down at the pavement and sighed. The cold hitting against my bare legs, I stopped walking and realized I left my stuff. I turned around and began to walk back. I got on their block and I heard shouting. Walking down the street back to their house I noticed that its was Henry and Patrick. I walked right past them back into the house. "Mrs Franklin," I called. She came running around the corner. I looked down and sighed. "You scared me child!" She hugged me. I tensed and broke out of her grasp. 

"I am sorry." I walked upstairs and grabbed my phone. I saw that I had a voicemail. Unknown number? Who could've called me? No one has my number except the idiot I call my best friend. I listened to the voicemail: 

You little bitch! Wait till I see that pretty little ass of your! I'm gonna fuck you up! Respect your father! Where are you? Answer your fucking for! I'm sorry forgive me please come back to me! I expect a phone call back!

I dropped the phone along with myself and began to cry. I hugged my knees and inched into a corner. A strong pair of arms wrapped around me, I cried harder. I was lifted and carried somewhere. Feeling soft plush under my flesh I hugged my knees closer. I heard the door lock and shut. I pulled the blanket over my head and drifted into a sleep. 

I woke up to shouting and banging. I saw a pissed Patrick, I instantly froze. He was on the phone. "I don't give a fuck who you are! If I come to my fucking office and my files aren't completed i'll fucking hurt you!" He hung up the phone. Noticing i was awake, his face brightened. He went to his dresser and poured him a drink. He drank about fifteen drinks. I got out of the bed to stop him. "Patrick? You shouldn't drink so much." I grabbed his shoulder hesitantly. He turned around looking like hell. "Then ill drink you instead!" He grabbed me and threw me on the bed.