Blackmailed into being yours...

Chapter Four

Chapter Four- sleeping like a baby....

Opening my eyes as I hear a knock on the door, then I see Mr Winter in the brown arm chair across from me. Screaming slightly as I walk over to go and hit him as he grabs my fist gripping it with a bruising strength.

"You should go and answer the door I presume its your take out." He orders letting go of my wrist as I grab the money from the table going to answer the door.

Once I've taken the food and paid I don't bother with the change and just shut the door, as I jump back into my seat noticing he's wearing his normal white shirt and some light washed jeans. His bronze hair has had it's hands run through and it looks so perfect. I want to be the one to mess up his hair, to be the one who gives him that just fucked look. Biting my lip as I tip the whole tub of rice on my plate plus all of the sweet and sour.

"You really going to eat all that?" He questions raising an eyebrow,"good to see you aren't starving to death.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" I snap through a huge mouthful of food.

"Easy enough I have...." I interrupt him knowing what he will say.

" a preposition I know but right now I don't discuss business while eating unless the deal is between the food and my stomach." Grouchily snapping as I shovel in more food.

"Are you always like this?" He smiles as he slumps against the chair," I like it."

"Yes, yes I am. To be honest if I knew you were coming round I would have left and gone out for the night. Or bolted and locked all the doors and windows." I smile as I flick on the TV and begin to watch spongebob.

"You're an adult?" He says giving me a look as if to say I'm immature.

"So what?" I snarl as I throw the remote towards him,"fine fucking put what you want on. Doesn't even matter not like this is my house."

As I finish the last mouthful before getting up, walking over to the sink as I rinse the plate of. Angrily I go and stomp to my bedroom upstairs, as I grab my duvet and go back downstairs.

"Why are you even here?" I snap as I lay down sleepily.

"You're really grouchy also can you at least call me Tobias all my friends do." Glaring back at him what friend breaks into the others house while they are sleeping you know totally not normal behaviour, why haven't I called the police or the men in the white jackets to take this man away to be detained.

Quietly curling up under the blanket as I watch the news, who even watches the news? I mean its so depressing, turning over as I look into the charcoal of the velvet sofa before I then move the cushions under my hair.