Emilia’s pov
What!!!…. He’s making out!. Holy God!. I stand up and grab the mop. I began to hit it on the floor boards furiously. i stop after some time, the girl seemed to have stopped screaming. I bit my lip in anger. What would I do to this criminal!. I adjusted my eye glasses.
“uh… Liam yeah… baby hit it harder…. oh… my… yhh…. I’m almost there baby!!!” The girl resumed her stupid cries again.
Huh?,. Almost where?. I continue to hit the mop on the floor again,. stomping my feet too. They aren’t gonna continue with whatever thing they were doing in there, not on my watch and definitely not in my house. I hear Liam groan. That didn’t make me stop. I began to walk around in circles, hitting the mop stomping the floor with my feet, since there was a room under, it echoed in the room. I continued nonstop till I heard the sounds of footstep. I drop the mop and sat on the couch, trying to catch my breath.
The trapdoor opened and a girl emerged. She began to adjust her top, and smoothen down her rough hair. I looked her up and down in disgust. A very short body hugging skirt. She wore a tummy revealing top barely covering her breast. She returned the stare, chewing a gum. She was tall, almost the same height as Liam. she looked classy, her sneakers and the way her hair shone and glittered said it all. she had a ring on her navel, a long earring on her ears and a stud pressed to her nose. Her face was with make up. I hate to admit she looked beautiful and classy unlike me who ain’t even got a piercing in my ears.
“Hi…. fun spoiler” She greet icily, and flip her hair. She walked stylishly towards me.
“Thanks for saving my baby cute ass from the cops” she says sarcastically.
“Not like I had any option” I snarl and face Liam had come out. Just when I thought he had little sense up there but no, he had spoilt everything with doing those nonsense stuff down there. He spares me a angry glare and turn back to the girl.
“Tell the others to lay low for now…. tell Drake to keep me updated about his findings” She nodded
“Yeah baby … I do miss you… and had fun … down there even though some twerp chose to spoil it” she smirked at me. She wrapped her arms around him. I look away as they began to .. kiss. The sounds coming from their mouths seemed to disgust me and I feel angry. Why am I even angry or is it jealousy… never, it can’t be. I stand up and stomp angrily to the kitchen. I hear them giggle. I roll my eyes angrily and open the fridge. I look at it for a moment and slam the door shut. I have no idea why I opened it in the first place. I hear my apartment door slam close and I hear him lock the door. I’m sure shes left and he’s coming here. I grab a cup and open the fridge I took out a bottled water and pour some into my cup.
Not like I’m thirsty but i just don’t wanna look at him.
“Why did you do that small ass?” I stiffen in anger. I turn, glanced at him and averted my gaze. I took a gulp from my cup
“Do what?” I reply acting like I didn’t know what he was talking about. Thank God he’s wearing his shirt. He walked towards me and I shift uncomfortably on my feet.
“Why do you like acting like a fucking prude!” I grip my cup tighter. okay… i went to college I definitely know who a prude is. I suck in my breath.
“How did the lady know you’re here?” I ask ignoring the insult, don’t think it didn’t hit me hard, it did, I just wanna ignore it.
“How is that your shit?… ever heard of phone number or telephone huh dumbass?!” I bit the inside of my cheek, he’s angry again. Look like he was really enjoying whatever thing he was doing there with that slut and he’s angry I had interrupted.
“Cat ate your tongue right little miss snoop?” I raise my eye to look at him angrily from the rim of my glass. Now I wish I knew how to swear and curse, I would have loaded his brain with curses and swears.
“How did you get to call her?” I drained the cup and place it on the counter. He scoffed.
“Using your scrap of a phone lying on the couch” I grip my bum shorts with my free hand. that phone cost a 50 dollar bills, it’s not scrap!.
“Why didn’t you stay with her in the first place why my apartment” I say my tone angry and biting. He chuckled.
“Jealous already?… she’s got a big ass, compared to your tiny one, and she ain’t flat in her boobs….. the more reason she’s my girlfriend” I arch my brows. Great, never knew he had a girlfriend.
“Sorry about that…. and for the record I’ve never been jealous and I never will…. so could we go clean up your room?” I fold my arms and stare at him boldly not blinking my eyes. He roam his eyes down my body.
“We?…. do I look like a kid you could order around… it’s your job as a lady to clean okay… so you gonna be the one doing the cleanup, I’m not cut out for such fuckin dirty chores” He walked out of the kitchen. I stare at his back as he walked out. I can’t believe I couldn’t say a word in defense and he had insulted me so wickedly. I close my eyes as I will my self to relax, why his he bringing out the devil in me!. I walked out of the kitchen and grabbed my phone from the couch. I must put a lock pattern on my phone. He could download porn videos in my phone the next time. I took the cleaning stuffs and carefully walked down the trapdoor stairs. I walk down the stairs into the room. It was a fairly large room. An old iron box was at a corner of the wall, containing my dad belongings. A ceap dirty foldaway mattress was rolled up in a corner. There were cobwebs hanging at the corners of the room. The wall papers were worn out and the floor white tiles were now dusty and needed lot of scrubbing. The air was moist and dusty. Infact the room was a sorry mess and I’m a thousand percent sure my back is gonna ache like crazy when I’m done cleaning, cos Mr criminal saw it good that he shouldn’t help. I suddenly feel sorry. He’s been in this dirty place and I had not tried checking if it was comfortable for him. Well he caused it with his bad words and angry tone. A door was at the corner of the room, it led out into the backyard of this house. The person who was in charge of building this house had done a great job.
I place the stuffs in my hand and walked to a corner of the rooms. I picked up a broom and set to work. I swept the room twice till all grains of sand has been removed. I pour disinfectant into the mopping bucket and grabbed a brush. I began to scrub the floors. I panted and puffed as I worked. I had barely gotten halfway through my scrubbing and my back was aching like crazy. I sat on one of the stools and cleaned off beads of sweat from my forehead. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I turn as Liam walked in. Huh?. I stood up as he walked in fully. I swallow nothing as I stare at him. He had a towel around his waist only. He had just had his bath, and he looked more cuter than before. I adjust my glasses. His hair was sticking to his face and water dripping down his abs. I stood there, just staring forgetting where I was. He walked towards me looking around the room.
“Still looks the same…. continue working small ass, stop drooling!” He smirks with an eye roll. I manage to tear my gaze away from him before I made a complete fool of myself. I resumed my scrubbing. I was done in minutes and when I turned he had put on a short. I itch my hair in frustration. I just remembered I haven’t removed the cobwebs hanging on the room ceilings. I grabbed a broom and climbed on the stool. Great, so much for being small. I tiptoed and tried cleaning it. Much worse. Ain’t even that close. I’d just make use of the mop. I tried to step down but stopped when I felt strong arms encircle my waist. I stiffen as I look down to see Liam staring up at me. My pulse quickened and I feel that tingling feeling down my body. I was lifted up easily.
“Clean….” He mutter against the skin of my thighs. I gulped my breath and the broom felt shaky in my hand….