A Perfect Life Without You (Ongoing)

Chapter 3: My Name Is Orion For Fuck's Sake!

Annarose's pov

One week later

I have no clue where Arnold is. Honestly, I've been trying to call him but it always goes to voicemail. I've been asking every employee at work, but guess what, no one knows. Neither do I know of any relatives. Arnold never got personal with me. I guess he is a very closed person in that way.

Maybe the man finally listened to me and went on vacation.

Yep that's it.

At last he came to his senses and is now relaxing on a beach somewhere in Mallorca.

Content with my conclusion I strolled over to the refrigerator to treat this booty. After this week, I deserve a big bowl of cockie-dough, chocolate chip ice cream. I took out the delicious box and I almost squeaked with happiness out of the sight. It is such a beautiful sight, I think I'm on the verge of drooling.

God, I have problems.

The spoon was halfway when a terribly loud knocking roared throughout the house. Really? I was just about to smash my face with this spoon. I rolled my eyes and stomped my way to the door. Like the ice cream situation wasn't bad enough, my stupid ass is still in my pajamas. Great, another embarrassing moment to add to the list, and another person to traumatize.

Maybe if I use my flash power and run up the stair I can change into something more human-like. I think I can make it. My jeans and blouse is right by the door. If I only...

Bang! bang! bang!

Oh right, the door! I brought my slender wrist to the door handle and pushed it open. My eyes widen out of shock when I was met face to chest.

Literally.

I redirected my vision to the sky almost. A man stood before me, staring me down.
I became speechless.

Two beautiful sparkling chestnut eyes, brown thick hair with dark low eyebrows to match. Broad strong shoulders and a perfect straight nose with cheekbones that could cut. A light stubble covers his jaw and chin, making the man look like a prophet sent down from the gods. Light fair skin all over, with a hint of summer glow.

How could a man be so flawless?

More importantly, why have I never seen him before?

What is his name? Why is he here? Is he lost? Of course, he's lost. I forgot my surroundings completely. I am standing gaping like I've never seen another human being before.

I am such an embarrassment.

Come on Annarose start drooling, that will surly help the situation.

"Hmm... I really thought you'd be something... different."

I snapped out of my captivating hypothesis. The stranger looked down on my body in utterly disgust.

"Um, excuse me?" What did he just say to me? I don't know this guy, what right does he have to say that to me.

"I hate this sleepover look you're going for. You look like a drug addict who's about to be homeless." The man spoke with such a deep voice that I almost felt intimidated by the guy.

I was in shock.

How rude is he?!

Wait, he is probably just drunk and lost. This fancy, luxurious, smokeing, hot man was surely on his way to the house across the street. They throw party's all the time.

"Wow, okay. Listen, firstly I'm not sure if you understand this but I don't know you. Secondly, it's rude to judge people based off of what they're wearing. And thirdly, if you were on your way to a very pathetic house party in this neighborhood then I would recommend that scraggly ugly..."