Emilia’s pov
I suck in my breath and held the broom tighter. My heart is beating so fast!. I didn’t run so why is it beating this way. My eye glasses dropped to the bridge of my nose. Emilia concentrate!. I’m trying!. okay, Emilia is now…. in focus mode. I suck in my breath and began to clean. It seemed to take forever because I was barely concentrating. I can’t believe I’m sitting on a guy shoulder. He was moving around the room while i cleaned. In what seemed like seven years, I was done.
“You.. can put me down now” My voice is just above a whisper. He chuckle.
“No thanks?” He asked whike holding my legs dangling at his front. I’m wearing a bum short and my legs are bare!.
“Th… thanks!” I rush out. He holds my waist and drop me carefully on the floor, turning me to face him.
“My girl may be bustier and got a bigger ass.. but yours look… softer”. He grin and smirk. My cheeks became hot I took a step back.
“I didn’t ask for your help!” I say angrily and brushed past him. I took all my cleaning equipment and walk up the stairs i got out and walked into my room dropping the equipment in the bathroom. I lean against the doorframe and puff out breaths in anger. Why does he have to behave like a bad guy!. One moment he acts like a good guy, the next he acts like the criminal he is. I get off the doorframe and plonk down on my bed. I huff as I mentally slap myself. Why do you have to behave so clumsy around him!. He’s a criminal, he’s bad, he does bad stuffs. I won’t let him spoil me!, never. Now he tells me he needs clothes and all. Does this look like a charity home!. Good God he’s so annoying. Just for the love of God…. I’d get him new clothes. I stand and loosen my piggy tails. I shook my head as my hair fall to my shoulders. His girlfriend hair was longer, looked softer and shiny. unlike my shoulder length hair that has never been touched by an hair stylist. That’s her life, i’ve got mine to leave. I had a quick shower and got dressed. Now I wish I had gone with sandy and Becky, I prefer sitting in a boring club to hearing mr criminal saying bad words. I open my drawer and bring out a small bundle of cash. This was supposed to be for Aunt grace. I huff and close the drawer. I tuck the cash into my black hoodie pocket and pick my phone from the bed. I walk out of my room and walked into the living room. He was sitting on the couch. I’d just ignore him. I walk to the door.
“Where you off too small ass?” I held the door knob tighter. I checked the mirror, I’m angry to admit I’ve got small ass though.
“Why do you care” I throw back without turning to face him. I hear him chuckle.
“Planning to rat me out to the cop?” I turn back to look at him. His hair was down, curly and bouncy.
“As tempting as it sounds…. I would use the little kindness I have not to. Don’t try to act funny while I leave for the mall to get some clothes for you”. I felt good cos I didn’t stutter while talking. He scoffs and gets off the couch. He ambled towards me.
“How much have you got?” he snickered and stopped inches away from me. I fold my arms.
“A little thanks won’t hurt criminal!” it’s time I stake my rights here. He arched his
brows and widen his eyes.
“Are you tryna act all fuckin bossy?” I roll my eyes.
“I’m the boss here…. so me acting all bossy is fine…. I told you no swearing in my house”. I highfived myself mentally. His lips curls into a crooky smile.
“You should have asked which of the stores I want my clothes from… little miss boss!” his tone was taunting. I shouldn’t have helped in getting him some clothes in the first place.
“I want my clothes bought in Ceriyl’s stores….. boss” He says and smirks. I hung my mouth open. Ceriyl’s stores. I’m not with millions.
“Are you planning on going for an event…. you need clothes to wear not clothes that screams money!” Why am I having this argument anyways?…. I’m supposed to be the boss here.
“How much have you got miss?” He roll his eyes.
“Thirty dollars” I say. He raise his brows.
“Thirty dollars???…. to buy me clothes or eat some fuckin lunch?” He asks bitingly. I’m almost losing it.
“You aren’t gonna tell me how to spend my cash right?” He scoffs.
“Maybe you could stop acting like a godamn cheapskate… do I fuckin look like a beggar!” I fold my fist into a ball. I wanna punch him hard in the face.
“I’m not a cheapskate!… spending my hard earned money on an ungrateful criminal like you is the least on my priorities….. you don’t wanna take the clothes I give you then you leave!” I yell and turn back to open the door. He slams it close. Holy Jesus!.
“Listen up girl…. I’m not about getting into a fuckin claptrap with you…. here you go” He grabs my hand and thrust a card into my hand with a sheet of paper. I look down at the card. It was almost plain. looked like a credit card but a bit… customised.
“Keep your fuckin money and get me good clothes. I’m not a freaking beggar”. I bat my lashes. He’s got so much insults in that bighead of his!.
“Its that an order” Never his he gonna boss me around.
“And what if it is twat!” My patience is far gone. I collided my fist with his face.
“Don’t you dare insult me in my own house!” The blow was hard. But he didn’t budge. He just stared at me like I didn’t hit him… my knuckles are paining me instead. His face darkened for a moment.
“I’d just act like you didn’t do that” His voice was deathly cold and it made me shiver… in fear. I threw the card and list to the floor.
“I’m a thousand percent sure I’ve done enough… you gonna leave my house right now with your annoying attitude!” I yell in anger. Its noon and I’m sure Nana is out under the tree in the compound. I hope she doesn’t hear me. He chuckled and flip his hair with a quick sway of his head.
“So what you gonna do if I don’t huh?” I bit my lip hard.
“Then I’m going right away to the station!” I turn to the door and twist the knob.
“You wouldn’t dare!” he growled. I scoff and reply without turning back.
“Then watch me do it criminal” I storm out and slam the door behind me. I walk down the steps and walked towards the gate, ignoring Nana gaze. I closed the gate behind me angrily. its now or never. I’m not gonna sit back and watch a stranger boss me about in my own house. No way!. I stop a cab and got in.
“Take me to the station” I tell the driver and he drives off immediately. If he ain’t gonna act sensible then no way his he gonna stay in my house. The ride was pretty fast and we were at the station in minutes. I pay the fare and got out. I walked into the station building. There was a cop sitting behind a counter. I walked up to him and placed my hands on the counter.
“Afternoon Sir…. I’m Emilia Roberts…. and ive come to lodge a complaint!”.