Disgustingly Yours.

14. Water Bed and Water Couch

~~~Dex's POV~~~

I picked up the glass that she had kept on her side table and spilt it on my side.

Last night, I had spilt it on her side in an attempt to send her out of the room. I couldn't spare any time during work to think about what to say to Miss Pethic when I meet her, that is tomorrow for now.

I had acted to be asleep and enjoy the scene but tada! Madam came. Studied it and looked at me. My narrowed eyes successfully deceived her and I gave myself a mental high five.
However then, the boggled idiot took the couch.

But today! I was better armed. I had spilt a jug of water on the couch and kept the glass of water on the edge of the nightstand on my side. I had also kept the jug-in a tilted position- with a little water on one of the arm of the pastel shaded couch so that she feels dubious to have done something stupid. If not due to troubles and insults, I'll get to you in another way. Watch me now you witch.

When she entered, I walked into the washroom, peeping from the door.

She looked at the missing glass on her table, frowning a little. Level one clear! Her gaze swept to my side.
Giving herself a slight tap on the head, she walked to my side and just as I had planned, she touched the glass and retreated her hand due to the high temperature, by chance.
The water spilt on my side ideally! Level two clear!

She shifted back, cupping her mouth.
"Oh god!" She whispered.

She probably began to walk out.

And that was the moment I chose to walk in.

I ignored her as usual.

"Uh.. Dex! I will sleep on this side." She quickly ran to my side.

"What? No shit. Move aside." I grumbled roughly, yanking her aside.
Then pausing to review the scene I had not witnessed before, I turned to her.

"What. The. Actual. ****?" I hid my smirk efficiently as she blinked.

"So you're trying to make a water bed. Idiot. They aren't made like this. They require some of your love. Money. You could have told me. I'd have informed you.. But even then. Where would you have retained the information? Poor lass." Like pain in.. Ahem.

"Uh.."
"Now because of your idiotic gesture.."

"I'll sleep on the couch. You can sleep on my side." She offered. Setback.

"I will sleep there." She zipped her lips probably appreciating my gentleman side.
"I wouldn't prefer sleeping in the region where you have cast your toxic vibrations." I snapped.

Her attention was then caught by the jug on the couch. She scurried to it.

"Oh God!" More intense this time. Level three!
I gave her the most hurt expression I could come up with.

"This was what you wanted right? Water couch is an even preposterous idea than the last you came up with. Fine. Today, you're sending me out of my room. Tomorrow, you'll send me out of the house. And then, you'll rule my business one day. That is what you're here for right? Have some shame and leave now that your plans have been discovered." I love myself. Trust me.