Warning: Mean Princess

Chapter 11: Caught In His Room

"What are you doing here, Mia?" Based on his outfit, I can figure out he was riding his motorbike this time. He moves his head side to side after he freed it off from his black full-head helmet. His fingers land into his forehead and shakes the hairs off it from clinging because of sweat.

He looks so sexy but his glares are deathly.

I ignore him and continue reading my Biology book waiting for him to settle down. My ears catch the sound of the door hitting the jamb. I glance at my wristwatch, 7:04pm. My eyes bulge. It's been three hours already!

My head turns toward Travis but everything I want to say gets stuck in my throat. He kicks his boots to the side of the door and throws his leather gloves in the same direction.

It simply looks like he's getting comfortable by removing those unnecessary body garments since he's already home but it's his next move that makes me immobile.

He pulls the zipper of his black leather jacket down revealing his heat tech body hugging white tee shirt making him warm while he was outside in the autumn air.

Without looking at me, he pulls off his jacket from his body and throws it at the direction he threw his boots and gloves. But it is when he starts to unbuckle his belt I find my voice, "W-What are you doing??" I stutter, air left my lungs.

His fingers stop but it still doesn't give me any relief especially when he looks at me and our eyes meet. He laughs but coated in sarcasm, "Oh, someone's here!"

He trudges towards me, a scary grin on his face as his fingers go back to his belt and fully unbuckle it. He slides it off from his jeans and the rest of the belt hangs from his hand.

I gulp, fear starts to creep into my head, "Travis, I swear if you take one more step, I'm gonna strip you bald, cut your balls, throw your body out on that window!!!"

I sigh with a little relief when he stops but he shrugs his shoulder after a few seconds.

He raises his right brow, "I caught a trespasser in my room, what shall I do to that person?" He crosses his arms on his chest, the belt threateningly waving in the air at his side.

Is he thinking about hitting me with that belt?

The thought frightens me, nobody dares to hit me! But seeing Travis' serious face as he examines my reaction thoroughly, I remember, I only know him for few weeks.

Nobody really knows who he is, what he is. I may know his parents but I basically doesn't know him. He's filthy rich, he might be doing something bad in the past but got away because of his family connections.

But he will be in big trouble if he dares to touch me. My family is equally rich. Whatever happens to me, they will never let anyone get away from it even you're the son of the President.

I flinch when I hear his voice again, "Usually, in the past, trespassers were gunned down but some of them were lucky enough to be put in jail..."

I laugh trying to cover my nervousness, "Try your luck, babe," Wow, I still have the audacity to make a joke in this situation. I may be overthinking but after watching some documentaries about psychopaths just yesterday for my Psychology exam, I become very jumpy at the moment.

He snorts, "Well, threatening me to cut my balls, you're calling me babe after?" He shakes his head, "I can't believe you, Miss Johnson. You come and go like you own my bedroom and when I am telling you to go out, you react like I am some type of a serial killer??"