Emilia’s pov
I squint my eyes to the bright light. I shield it with my palm and sit up. I’m lying on the floor beside the couch in the living room. I twist my neck, I feel like I’ve just had a temporary death just now. what I’m I doing on the hard floorboards!. I look around the living room. My face crumbles as I stare at the wall clock. three p. m… I didn’t go to work today!. Oh good God have mercy on me. My face clouded as I remember the criminal guy. I blink as I remember his words
*With a sweet pussy as yours, my few weeks here is gonna be just great*
I frown. wait what’s the meaning of pussy? cos I know it’s a cat… but I haven’t got a cat so what does he mean. I stand up and dust my behind. I took my phone out of my bag. Great, thirty missed calls and ten messages…. from sandy and Nick. I was about calling her when I heard low whistling sound from the kitchen. I paused, so he hasn’t left!. I growled in anger and stomped to the kitchen. Okay…. I maybe a nerd outside the confines of my house but in here… never. I slowed down my pace as I got to the door of the kitchen. All my anger dissipated just at the mere sight of him. He had his back to me. I took in his fair skin and tatted back. His hair was braided into a single braid. I’ve never been this clumsy around a guy before. He turns and face me and his lips curl into a smile. Wow!. I blink slowly. if smiles could kill, I think I would be dead right now. Focus Emilia, my subconscious screamed. okay okay, Emilia… in focus mode.
“What are you still doing here!” I try to speak with anger but my voice came out calmly. He lean against the counter and fold his arm. How arrogant!
“I told you … I…. live here baby” he says with a smirk. My cheeks heat up, why?
“You live here???” What’s he saying.
“Yeah…. and what’s for lunch… I’m so damn hungry” He opened the fridge door and bring out a apple and bit into it. Now…. I was supposed to make a plate of apple pie with it but now this criminal guy has eaten it.
“Okay first thing mister” my cheeks were twitching in anger.
“is that a thank you for saving you yesternight?…. and .. look here, I don’t know what you mean by you living here, I want you out of my house in an hour, or I swear on the spirit of my puppy I’m calling the cops!” I yell and grab my bag and phone and walk out. I stop at the door, and turn back to him..
“And you don’t swear… in my house!” I yell and storm into my room. I sit on my bed and drop my bag and phone. Seriously is that what people get for helping!. I pull off my shoes as my phone rang. I checked the caller, Sandy. I huff and swipe to receive it, I press it against my ear.
“Emilia!!!!” She shrieked. I pull the phone away from my ear, it might explode. I place it on speaker and place it on the bed.
“Hi Sandy…” I greet sarcastically.
“Where in the fucking jeez have you been!” I chuckle.
“In… my house sandy”. I hear her gasp.
“In your house!!…. were you dead!, cos i banged on your fucking door for an hour and I got no goddamn reply!” She yell. Yeah sandy… I died, temporarily.
“Umm…. I’m sorry sandy. I slept late last night and over slept this morning”
“Really… Emilia…. you never oversleep, what made you oversleep, that you didn’t even hear me tearing down the door with my banging!” Okay how do I tell her a criminal barged into my apartment last night, pleaded with me to hide him, then used a gun on me, then the cops came, I handled them and they left. I woke up next morning tired and saw the criminal guy again, I fainted and woke up later to hear him blabbering he ain’t leaving…. that’s weird for someone to hear.
“….. Madam Chloe has been ranting and yelling and threatening to fire your tiny ass!…. for fuck sake Emilia what happened!?” Sandy would get a sore throat with her yelling.
“Sandy like I said I’m just tired I didn’t know when….”
“Look Emilia, I’m coming to your house as soon as we close…. there’s gotta be a goddamn reason you refused to come to work … prepare lasagna, Becky sends her greetings…. bye girl!”
She hung up. Oh no!. Its gonna be a mess. sandy and Becky knowing about Mr criminal…. he’s gat to leave before they get back. I’ve changed my mind no more an hour grace, he leaves… now!. I stumbled out of the bed and rushed out to the living room. I paused as I looked around the room. What!.
The two couches was turned upside down. The center rug as been rolled into a messy heap, the picture frames of my childhood days with my family had been removed from the walls. I gasp as I see the holy cross i hung on the wall lying on the floor. The flowers in the vase was scattered around, a bundle of newspapers lay beside a tray filled with ash. I coughed as smoke filtered into my nostrils. Is this my living room. He was sitting there, on the floor, in the middle of the mess and reading a magazine. I moved zombie like towards him. My eye glass on the bridge of my nose, what did he do to my living room! I peered into the magazine and my eyes popped out of the sockets, my mouth hung open and I placed my palms over my eyes, made the sign of the cross, and took a step back.
” For the love of God….. what are you looking at!” I shriek in suprise. He raised his head slowly and frowned. He turned the magazine so it was facing me, I quickly threw my head to the side.
“Best sex styles in vogue…. check out the monkey style, and doggy style, they are cool, we could try them frequently”. I look at him through my side view.
“Please…. for the love of God…. put that away!” I yell. He looked at me like I’m saying trash.
“Why you acting like it’s a big deal baby, i saw this lying around in the room below, why act like you don’t try this styles with your fuck buddy”
He was chewing a gum. What’s he saying… I need to look up these words on the net; monkey style doggy style, fuck buddy .. these words sound unholy in my holy ears. I close my eyes and face him.
“That you’re holding, is unholy and I don’t allow unholy stuffs in my apartment!” I open my eyes a little. good God!. He stood up and I open my eyes fully.
” Don’t come near me!” I shriek and ran to the back of the couch. He flipped his hair back and stare at me through his long lashes.
“Why the fuck are you acting like a fucked up scaredy cat!.” I gasp. he just insulted me.
“I’m not a scaredy cat!” I shriek
“Then could you stop yelling like I’m fucking you already!…. safe that for this night!” He walked around the couch towards me, I ran around the couch so I’m standing opposite him. I took some steps back.
“I say … don’t you dare come any closer!… or I’m gonna call the cops!”. I don’t want him to come, the last time I did, I died temporarily. He scoffed and walk to where I was. I quickly ran to where he stood before.
“Is this some sorta game, okay pink cherry, let’s see how well you can play” He smirked and before I could blink he jumped over the couch to where I was. I froze as he grabbed me by the waist and pull me closer to himself. He licked his lower lip as he stared down at me. I don’t know what it is, but my stomach has a new feeling, My heart beat rapidly as I stare into his blue eyes. He leaned down closed to me, dangerously close, no way!.
I tighten my fist and punched him in his abs. He release his hold on me and smirk, like it had no effect on him. I step back and grabbed the magazine on the floor. i began to tear it into pieces. Pictures of nudes both men and women came tearing apart. I groan as I shred them into pieces. What is a porn magazine doing in my house!!. I threw the pieces to his face.
“Out of my house now!” I yell in anger and point to the door. I’m losing my patience already. He smiles crookily, shakes the pieces of paper from his face and flipped his hair backwards using his head. I pause…. that was pretty cute.. He looked around my house and burst out laughing. My hand drop to my side in suprise. What’s funny!. He continued his mad laughing spree. My face cloud in anger. I wish I could strangle him with his long hair. But I’m a christian… and the commandment “Thou shall not kill” is one I won’t dare to break. His laughter subsided.
“Wait…. you call this rat hole a house!…” He turned around slowly taking in the living room which was a sorry mess.
“Well…. if you so much as call this place a rat hole, why did you barge into my apartment!” I fume in anger. He stopped turning and faced me, he smirked.
“Just so I could have a taste of you down there” He chuckled and walked closer to me. I quickly took some steps back.
“Mister … what exactly is your issue!… I’m tired of this game you are playing!. First i lied to the cops because of you!, fainted because you are Liam Page, skipped work a day and now you are telling me you wanna stay in my own apartment for few weeks!” I eye his figure. He paused in his tracks and his gaze softened.
“Awww… okay, okay .. you know what, let’s do this amicably. Thanks miss small ass for saving my sexy ass from the cops, I only wanna spend few weeks in your apartment, after that… boom I’m gonna go away, of course there’s gonna be a great reward. You get to have first class sex all day, coupled with different sex positions, I promise to give you the best…. at your service Miss” He bowed with exaggeration and smirked.
My mouth hung open and I adjust my eye glasses. Never in my entire life have I been told such dirty words!. I tighten my fist.
“You know what…. I’m going to the station now!” I turned back and stormed out. my anger increased as I hear him reeling in laughter. I walked into my room, grab my phone from the bed and stormed out. He had returned to sitting on the floor and he was rolling a piece of paper.
“I want my living room back the way it was before the cops come to bundle you outta here!” I walked to the door and unbolt it. I flung it open and froze to my spot.
“Hey Emmy!” Sandy squeals as she and Becky walk to my porch. Jesus Christmas!. I wedged the door with my foot from the inside so half of my body is outside. My heart was thumping against my ribcage.
“Hi…. hey…. sup….!” I stutter. They stopped in front of me.
“Why are you standing in the way, come on get your sorry ass in and come explain why you where absent from work” I itch my hair…. there’s no escape. I held the door firmly as sandy try to enter. They exchange looks and return their gaze back to me.
“Is your brother home?” they asked in unison. I huff and shook my head.
“Then get the fuck in nerd!” Sandy pushes me in and open the door wider. They bustled in and stopped in their tracks as they look around the living room. I heave a sigh of relief. He wasn’t in the room. Definitely he’s hiding.
“Holy Molly!” sandy exclaim as she looked around the messy living room.
“Jeez…. Emmy is this a rat hole, why the fuck is the room like this!?” becky asks as she clutch ber bag to herself. I wrack my head for a lie.
“Umm…. actually I was just cleaning up the….”
“Hey ladies…” that annoying voice says and I froze again. They turn simultaneously to see him walk out from the room under the floor boards. They gasp.
“Fuck!” becky mutter and her bag drop to the floor.
“What in the fucking jeez!” sandy hands drop to the sides, and together they fell to the floor….. unconscious….