She wasn't perfect. She was broken. She knew that and she could admit that but things always got complicated when you work for a handsome man.
Don't they always?
*This story is not for the easily offended, I can say that now. It does talk about sen...
I sat up in my room and grabbed my phone answering it. It was Monday and I hadn't come out from my room since Saturday evening.
"Halo?" I mumbled tiredly.
"Zdraveĭte?" (Hello?) A voice mumbled in Bulgarian, my blood began to boil slightly.
"Kakvo iskash?" (What do you want?) I grumble back switching to Bulgarian on impulse but my tone was bordering on a growl. There was a nervous chuckle on the other side of the line,
"Ne bŭdi tolkova yadosan." (Don't be so angry)I scoffed into the mic as someone came into my room,
"Ti mi izneveri." (You cheated on me) I seethed into the phone and watched as Mr. Michaels sat himself on the chair by my bed and Deon on my bed.
"Vse oshte yadosan za tova?" (Still angry about that?) The voice asked like I wasn't supposed to be. I clenched my jaw and licked my lips angrily.
"'Vse oshte yadosan za tova?' Da, sega sbogom." ('You're still angry about that?' Yes, now goodbye) I mimicked his question before answering. I took the phone from my ear and hung up.
"Now to deal with you two, Deon probably only wants to be in here to make sure you don't say anything stupid. So why are you in here?" I sighed agitatedly to Mr. Michaels. He gulped as I glared at him.
"I wanted to apologise for yesterday, I was in a bad mood-"
"Yes, cause that so excuses her language and telling my son he wasn't loved, when I love him with all my fucking heart. Nyamate izvinenie. Now please leave the room, I'd like to change and I can't with you in here." (You have no excuse.) Mr. Michaels looks at me like I'd have grown a second head and another set of arms.
"Did-"
"Dude, stop. Once she sets her mind on something, only Aj can change her mind and right now neither are a fan of you or your girlfriend." I groaned and shoved them out, slamming my door shut and locking it.
I grabbed some clothes randomly, undergarments and went into my bathroom that had a different feel than my bedroom. My bedroom had a cruise ship feel, my bathroom had rich millennial feel.
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I set my clothes and bandages on the counter and showered leisurely, washing in Rose, cinnamon and vanilla scented products. There was a knock on my bathroom door so I washed my body quickly and wrapped a towel around my body.
"Sí?" I looked up to Mr. Michaels, wet hair and just his dress pants one a towel wrapped around his neck. I looked away and blushed slightly.
"We're......leaving.....for work....shortly..." He muttered out slowly, I nodded and went to shut the door, Mr. Michaels' hand keeping me from doing so.
