His Sub

Chapter Ten

I roll over with a frown on my face. My alarm sounds almost as if it were to be getting louder and louder. "Shut up! I get it!" I tell at my alarm. I quickly realize that my alarm has no personality to argue back. I turn it off and place my warm feet on the extremely cold tile in my apartment.
My doorbell rings and I sigh. It's going to be another attempt from Liam. I swing open the door with an annoyed groan. "Good morning." Tia smirks. "I have work." I growl. She smirks the type that screams trouble. "I called out for you." Her smirk grows bigger showing all of her pearly white teeth. "You did what?!" I holler in anger.
"I called you out. You act like you didn't need it." She rolls her eyes. "I actually didn't thank you very much. This is ridiculous. I may not like going to work but I definitely don't like that you called me out. I would appreciate if you would call me before hand." I rage. "Ya so you can say no. That's the whole idea now you have no way of telling me no." She announces before letting herself in. I sigh in defeat.
She takes a seat on my couch and looks at me. "So who is this hot guy that lives next door? I saw him on my way up. He stared at me while I knocked on your door. It was intense." She tells me. "That is Liam and he is not hot. He is fucking annoying. Every single good day I have managed to semi have he ends up messing up because he opens his nasty mouth!" I growl. She sighs. "Tsk tsk tsk. You need to get laid." She smirks. "I do not need to get laid. I need to focus on myself without my beat friend calling me out of work without asking me."
She rolls her eyes. "This is why your single, you look into things to much. Just enjoy the time. You can't control everything in life." She tells me. "Watch me." I announce with confidence.
I finally manage to kick her out when I am suddenly happy that she called me out. I have a lot of things to attend to. I haven't done my laundry in over a week and I need to clean around the apartment.
I go around picking things up, putting them in their place, cleaning things off. I put my load of laundry in and by the time I sit down my feet hurt very much. I turn on the tv, and appreciate the glass of champagne I managed to grab before taking my seat. I sink further down into the couch with a satisfied groan.
My cellphone rings and I answer it, without looking at the caller. "What do you want? I just managed to sit down to relax but here you are on the phone." The line goes dead. Stupid robo calls.
My laundry timer goes off and I make my way to the laundry room, putting my wet clothes into the dryer. I slide my basket to the front of the dryer, that way when my clothes finish, it'll be accessible.
My Thoughts ponder off before long, I'm dozing off on the couch. The bell to my dryer alarms me and I wake with a jump. I throw myself off of the couch, and drag my sleepy body into the laundry room and throw them in the basket. I decide I don't want to put my clean clothes away at this second and instead call for pizza.
I open my door and stand outside of it for the arrival of my pizza. When the elevator rings, what I think is my pizza, happens to be Liam. When he notices I'm standing in the door way he smiles.
"Awe, princess you're waiting for me to get home huh?" He asks me. I scoff. "You wish, I am waiting for a very special person." I announce. He smirks. "Awe I'm special?" He puts his hands over his heart. I roll my eyes. "No it's called pizza." I say with more attitude then intended. "Oh so you got me pizza?" He again goes on. I try not to anything, because he wasn't giving up. "So how are you?" He asks. I take that as my que and smile. "It has been good so far, but then someone always manages to come by, thinking every female wants him and he ruins my day because he is not as cool as he thinks." I sigh. He looks around, confused. "Who?" This earns a glare. My pizza arrives as we stand there in always silence and I pay and as fasts as I can enter through my door and slam it. Just like every other day.
I almost think he is gone when he knocks on my door. "Liam go away!" I scream. He knocks again. "I don't want to talk to you! You're annoying you child!" I roar. I hear a laugh through the door. "Children call people names, I don't believe I called you a name." He announces. I roll my eyes and then an ideal pops into my head. I still keep the door closed before I scream back. "Yes you did! You called me princess try again!" This time the laugh is much louder.
"I have candy." He says. I then laugh too. "You sounds like one of those pedifiles in a white van driving around kids parks! You're a creep!" I scream yet again, through the door. But he still doesn't give up.
So for the rest of the night I ignore all of the attempts to get me to open my door. He knocked on the door, tapped on the wall from his apartment, slid a mint under my door and even yelled my name a couple hundred times. He gives up when realization hit him, I wasn't going to open my door Any time soon. I take my happy self to the shower and sleep like a baby, knowing I had successfully not said another word to him.