Cold

Chapter 5

            Chapter 5

            I munched off the last remaining pizza. It’s getting dark outside, and soon enough both Lucca and Nicholas will return home, here in this penthouse. I woke up exactly an hour ago, feeling refresh and hungry, and decided to call for pizza delivery. Little did I know then, Andrew had arrived earlier, looking grumpy and sexy. By the time I realized he was home, I had called for the delivery for myself only. He didn’t look happy – I don’t know whether it’s because I’m ordering pizza delivery without his permission or because he was still annoyed with my little joke earlier – but then again, when is he not grumpy.

            I sipped my coke and continue munching off the pizza in a very un-lady like manner. Andrew is sitting across me, reading a newspaper his coffee settling in front of him remain untouched, I planned on stealing it later, after I’m done with this coke and when he is not looking. Yes, I am that hungry. I haven’t had proper food since I started – more like forced into – modeling careers when I was thirteen.

            So, I do deserve to eat as much as I want to, I don’t care if I’m going blow up in the end.

            “Can you please stop munching?” Andrew put his newspaper away and folding his arms, flexing his arms in the process, I couldn’t help but stare at his bulging muscles. If only he is not this sexy, I wouldn’t have thought about jumping him every day and night. I’m not a creep who think about her hot roommate every night, no. I think about his sexy self during day and night.

            I narrowed my eyes, “As you can see, I am eating here, or are you blind too?”

            He chuckled but his grey eyes are anything but amused, “You know, no one would dare to insult me.”

            “Yeah?” I asked still munching on the pizza just to annoy him, “Why not? You’re just an ordinary man.”

            He chuckled, this time in amusement, “I’m not just an ordinary man, darling. I am one of the most powerful men in England.”

            “You are a wealthy businessman?” I asked dumbly

            He narrowed his eyes, “You really have no idea who I am, do you,” I shook my head no, of course I don’t. England is not my freaking hometown, though both of my parents are British.

            “I’m not from this country,”

            “You aren’t”

            I shook my head again, “No, I’m from France, you know, Eiffel tower.”

            He rolled his eyes, “I know where France is my dear, I’m not dumb.”

            “Really, you sure sound dumb sometimes,” I grinned cheekily while he snorted in annoyance.