I'm In Love With HIM

Chapter 16: A Night With Mr. Gray

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“Give me the towel slave!” Mr. Gray roared from the bathroom. He’s currently taking his afternoon shower— is it afternoon? Whatever! Bakit ba kasi siya pumasok sa bathroom kung walang dalang towel. Tssk!

“I’m doing something!” I replied, throwing his laundry to the basket.

Yes. I’m in my demonic master’s lair. I received a message from him yesterday and because I’m his slave, I need to follow his orders. There’s no need to guess why I am here. As what I had expected, he told me to clean his messy dungeon. He even told me that staring today, I should come here every night to clean his area. Why don’t he ask his Dad to get a personal maid for him?

“Slave!” he called me again. I can’t hear the water drips anymore. Maybe he’s already finished, but can’t go out because of lack of towel. Dumb move, Mr. Gray.

“One more ‘slave’ and you’ll got out the dorm building naked,” I argued. That slave endearment from him irritates me.

“Then what should I call you? F*cker?” he asked with a hint of mocking.

“You sh*t! Can your mouth be gentle at least a little?” I replied, throwing his towel on the door of the bathroom. I don’t know if he noticed it.

“Then, can I call you baby? Babe? Hone—”

“Shut the f*ck up!” I cut his words short. “Mock me once again and I’ll punch ‘til death,” I warned him.

“Okay! Just give me towel and everything will be fine,” he answered, clicking his tongue.

“Don’t click your tongue on me,” I uttered. “The towel is on the door, dumbass!” I said, glaring at the towel.

I continued on picking his scattered clothes on the floor and shot it on the laundry basket. I noticed that I haven’t seen any cigarette butts nor empty bottles here in his room. The first time I went here, it can be seen in every corner but now, I is nowhere to be found. Maybe, he just realized something good.

I heard the bathroom door opened and swung back. I continued picking up his mess. Even his study guides are scattering everywhere. Does he don’t have the word ‘order’ in his dictionary.

“You didn’t smoke again?” I asked him, picking the last piece of sh*t from the floor.

“Did you saw me smoke?” he asked, making me smirk.

Do I need to catch him smoking just to tell that he smoke. Those cigarette butts that I saw in his room can tell that he smoke.

“I saw some cigarette butts in your room on the first day that you asked me to come here and I—”

“It’s not mine,” he replied thrifty. Another piece of liar.

I turned around to see him and almost freeze with what I saw. His wet hair dripped some water, making his face wet. His well-built body is also notable. I can tell that he do exercise regularly and he’s taking good care of his body. You can see his six-pack abs and a v-line down there, that I wished to have. Well, I have a nice built too, but his is more a view than mine. I felt jealous.

“Don’t stare at me like that or else, I’ll kiss you ‘til you dropped,” he smirked, waking me up to the reality.

“You sh*t! Kiss, my ass. Are you gay?” I asked him, shooting the garbage to the bin. I don’t take his words seriously. I just want to mock him. Who knows? He will be treated by his own medicine and will stop mocking me.