Emilia’s pov
I let his words sink in for a moment, did he just say all those!. I tighten my fist.
“How dare you!” I yell forgetting I’ve got neighbours. He chuckled and put whatever he was holding at his back.
“Why are you acting so feisty baby…. come on I love…..” I didn’t know when my palm collided with his face. I guess the slap did a lot to his mouth cos he shut it immediately.
“Never you utter such…. such nonsense in my house anymore. it’s a holy home and you must respect that fact criminal”
I brush past him in anger not waiting to see his face which I’m sure would be with a smirk. Why does this have to happen to me!. why my house, why not Sandy’s or Mr ben the neighbour who lives next to Nana apartment. I slam the door angrily and flung myself on the bed. I place the pillow over my face and groaned in frustration. I hate him already. Good Jesus where art thou? I need you now more than ever!. Threatening me with a gun, making me faint, making me lie, making me speechless whenever I look into his eyes is what this criminal has done to me already and to think that he would still stay here for weeks is making me cringe. I can’t cope, I wish I can get take the subway train right now to the country side and spend it with my brother and aunt!. I remove the pillow from my face and sit up. Either way he has to know I’m the one in charge here. I get off the bed and go to my study table. I grab a pen and paper and return back to my bed. I lie on my front and used the pillow to support the book. I got to lay down rules, rules of which he must follow…. and it he doesn’t I will throw him out. I held the pen tighter and began to scribble furiously on the pad.
Becky’s pov
I sip on my alcopop as I watch the dancing bodies on the dance floor. I’m in a mini skirt and crop top, and my face with heavy makeup. I breath against the mask I wore. It’s a masquerade party, I spot sandy and Dylan in the dark corner of the club, smooching, I feel a pang of jealousy. They seem the perfect couple. That’s what I need, but no all I get is fucked up dicks after pussy. I took another sip as the cold bubbles stick on my upper lip. I looked around the club, everyone seems busy. Smooching, dancing, rocking, and I’m sitted here, probably waiting for a dick to drag me into a room and bang the hell out of me. I sigh and drop the wine on the counter. I face the barman who was swaying to the music. Gosh!. How does Emilia manage to get all she wants. The attention, love and all?. Right now she’s probably having fun with Liam paige. I hate to believe that he’s the one in that apartment. I had dreamt of having him all to myself. With his cute eyes, long hair, tatted arms rippling with muscles, he looked too good to be true. But as fate would always have it, Emilia has managed to get him to herself. I felt a presence beside me.
“A bottle of martini please” I turn slightly to look at the guy. Hmm…. looks good, but there’s no gonna be a “Hi” from him… that I’m certain, after all, no normal guy has ever approached me for friendship other than sex.
“Hey beautiful” I hear him greet. I pause and look sideways at him. Did he just greet me?. No, I don’t think so.
“Could I sit with you for a little while”. His voice was calm and decent. I looked at him fully. black suit with an inner white shirt, red bow tie. A neat line of beard, hard jaw line, pale lips, I look up at him. Great eyes…. honey coloured with rich brown hair.
“Hey….” I manage to mutter before turning back to sipping my drink.
“You look so damn sexy in that dress of yours…. mind if I take them off?” I bit my lip as my eyes dilated in anger. Great, just when I thought he came for friendship. I held the wine glass tight in my hand.
“Sure…. but how about you first get this” I threw the contents on his face and smash the glass on the tiled floors.. He suck in his breath, great now everyone is watching!.
“Motherfucker” I curse and walk out if ignoring their stares. I hear sandy calling me but I ignored her too.
“It’s gonna be fun sexy, I wanna hear you moan out my name” He cackled behind me. I bit the insides of my cheeks as I walk into the ladies. I turn on the faucet and wash the makeup off my face.. Fuck!… I hate my life. I place my palm either side of the wash bowl and stare down at the running water. I feel tears burn the back of my eyes and I let them spill.
Emilia’s pov
I groan as the fierce sunrays filtered in. I raise my head up slightly and frown. Why am I holding a pen?. I rub my eyes trying to adjust to the brightness. I yawn lazily, I look at the writing pad in front of me. I slept off last night while scribbling down the rules for Mr criminal. I cringe as I remember I have to face him today. it’s gonna be a long Saturday!. I swung my legs to the floor and placed my feet on the cold floorboards. I stretch and slide down the bed. I kneel and close my eyes.
“Thanks sweet lord for making me see another splendid day as this, I pray my today’s gonna be stress free. I pray sandy and Becky don’t have hang overs. Let madam Chloe forget I didn’t come to work on Friday, let her not rant on Monday” I suck in my breath as Mr criminal pop in my mind.
“Father…. let Mr criminal not make me angry today, he said a bunch of unholy stuff last night, forgive him for that, let him get out of my house fast cos he’s driving me crazy with his….”
“Wow!, baby…. I drive you crazy?” My eyes flew open and I turn swiftly to see him leaning against the door, arms folded, his hair was packed into a ponytail. His eyes appeared to look more bluer than before. Why his he always shirtless!. I did a quick sign of the cross, raised the rosary on my neck and kissed it. I stand up.
“Don’t you have manners!” I say as my face clouded, getting angry in the morning ain’t good Emilia, relax!. He looked around my room.
” Your room…. is damn too small for two of us” He walked in fully and I grabbed the pen and held it mid air.
“One more step I’d bury the tip of the pen in your skul!” He scoffed and continue walking…. towards me. Really!. He stopped inches away from me.
“Good morning baby” He says with a smile. Just listening to his voice sent that feeling I hate to have. I move away from him.
“Courtesy demands you knock before entering a room…. a ladies room!” He sit on the bed.
“I’m awfully sorry small ass” My lips twitch in anger. I have to check the mirror later, I don’t think I’ve got a small ass. He reaches for the writing pad and glance through it. I watch as his face dissolves into laughter. He looked up from the pad.
“Really??” he chuckled inbetween his laughter.
I fold my arms.
“Either way i think you need to know who’s in charge here.
Number one rule, don’t curse in my house, number two, don’t come out of your room unless i. ask you to, Don’t make me angry, Don’t make me faint!, And…. I forgot to add this rule, don’t come into my room without knocking” I tap my foot on the floor as he watched me.
“Is that all baby?” I pause…. thank God he’s been reasonable.
“Yeah…. for now” I mutter. He stands up and grab the pad with him. He held it with his two fingers and began to tear it into pieces.
“What!!!!” I yell He smirked.
“I need clothes, a bed, and I haven’t had my bath for a day … and all you think of is your silly rules right!” I paused cos he seemed angry, I never did thought of that.
“I…. I’m sorry” I manage to say. He folded his arms.
“And…. have you thought of looking at the room you gave me before telling me not to come out huh?” he says with a scoff, I think I prefer him saying bad words cos right now I’m cringing. He’s got a fiery temper.
“Okay….. it’s a Saturday…. so I wanna go do the laundry in my next neighbour house, when I get back…. I’d clean the room up and go to the mall to get you some clothes” I never did know why I’m talking hastily, he’s angry gaze is making me stutter. I don’t wanna get him angry again. He shook his head and walked close to me. He looked at me softly.
“Look…. I know I’m in a damn mess right now, and I’m kinda making this look like it doesn’t bother me…. it does okay…. I stay here for just five weeks…. and puff…. I’m gone, without no trace okay?” I blink rapidly.
“Y… yeah I understand” I say croakily. This ain’t Emilia, Emilia dosen’t behave clumsy. He stepped back and walked out of the room quietly. I took in deep breaths. Why is his eyes so cute and blue!. I feel hot right now. I walked to the bathroom and quickly had my bath. I dressed up in a bum short and baggy top and packed my hair into piggy tails.
I took out my washing basket and padded out of the room. I heard him whistling in the kitchen. I better ignore him. I dropped my phone on the couch and walked out, closing the door softly behind me. I looked at the busy street through the gates as I walked to Nana’s apartment. I press the door bell and waited using my waist to support the basket. The door opened and I was greeted with the nurse scowling face.
“Hi….” I greet. She eye me warily and walked back inside. I shrug and close the door behind me. I walked into their expensively furnished living room. Nana was at the dinning table drinking coffee. I greeted her cheerfully and walked into the utility room where the washing machine was.
*
I folded the last dress neatly in the basket and carried it, supporting it with my hips. I walked out of the house after waving Nana bye and walked back to my apartment. The thought that mr criminal was still in there is giving me the creeps. I hope he’s not angry anymore. I got into my apartment and thankfully he wasn’t in the living room. I walked into my room and dropped the basket. I’m really famished. I walked back to the kitchen to cook. Two plates were covered on the counter. I frown and opened it. Wow! one plate with steaming hot pasta and the second one with chicken broth. I smacked my lips. How did he manage to prepare this within an hour. I grabbed a fork and sat on a stool and began to devour the food
“So yummy!” I mutter. I swear on the spirit of my puppy I’ve never tasted as delicious and tasty as this meal. It tasted so good like it’s been prepared by a chef expert. I tore the chicken with my teeth and smacked my lips… this is heaven. I finished eating in few minutes and i took a can of juice to gulp it down… how he got the chicken is what I don’t know. well it’s in my stomach now. The only way I could pay him was to clean up his room. I walked out of the kitchen and went into my room. I entered the bathroom and grabbed a brush, bucket mop and the rest stuff I’d use. I walked back to the living room. well,. the couch had been moved away from that spot so the trapdoor was bare. I knelt on my fours and was about opening it when I heard voices coming from under. I pressed my ears against the floor.
“Yeah…. oh!!…. harder Liam…. come on fuck me harder!” I arch my brows as I hear a girl crying out those words, in ectasy. My heart began to pound again. He’s … making out!!….