Forced to Live With You

Chapter 3: Wild Thoughts

JENNIE

Some days go by quick and some feel like years before it meets it's end. Today was definitely the latter. I don't know why but I seemed distracted almost the entire day and it stressed me out. It made me want to fast forward to the last part of the day which all the more frustrated me. But I shouldn't be complaining.

Jimin left early since his responsibilities are little compared to mine. I would ask him to help me out to lessen my workload but I don't trust him with these matters.

A little while later, while I was still busting my ass for these paper works I hear a soft knock on the door. Who could that be?

"Enter" I say with my focus still on what I'm doing. Jimin must've left something.

"Hey"

I was confused because I thought I heard the voice of a woman, but I must be hearing things.

"Why are you back?" I say continuing my work without giving Jimin a look.

"Jennie" Now that I've heard it the second time, I'm sure it wasn't Jimin.

"Who ar-" I stopped mid sentence as I take in the view of a blonde girl standing in front of my desk.

"Hey Jennie" she softly said. It was that rich pervert.

"Woah!" I reacted "What are you doing here? And how did you know my name?" I asked. I am so confused. She knows me? Is she stalking me?

She didn't reply but instead, leaned forward putting both of her hands on my desk. She crawled her way slowly over to my end of the table. Her face was blank yet I could see the growing hunger behind her eyes.

"You're so beautiful" she whispered with her face inches away from mine. I froze in place as I felt her warm breath against my skin. I wanted to move but something in me didn't allow me to. Like if something happens I wouldn't stop it.

"Jennie" she whispered my name one last time, wetting her lips as she was looking at mine. She slowly closed the gap and I just closed my eyes in anticipation.

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Nothing happened.

"Jennie" I heard my name once again but this time it wasn't her voice, it was a man's voice. I opened my eyes to see Kai, my boyfriend, who seemed to have pulled a chair to sit beside me. I lifted my head up the desk. I must've fallen asleep and dreamt about stupid things. Why am I so disappointed? I can't seriously be attracted to that blonde asshole. I mean it was just a dream and nothing more, right?

I brush off my thoughts for a while and looked at Kai. "Hey Jennie, are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah, I'm okay. I just feel extra tired today" I answered. "Yeah, it seems like it. It's not like you to be sleeping on work" he said. He was right, I never sleep on responsibility. "I think I just need to have some time at the dance studio" I explained. "Okay, I'll accompany you" Kai offered. "Oh there's no need, I really want to be alone" I declined. I could see the sadness in his expression that he's trying so hard to conceal. "If you say so" he replied.

Me and Kai have been together for more than two years now but he's been courting me for a year before he became my boyfriend. It's too bad I still can't learn to love him. He's a good guy, very persistent, sweet and understanding which made me say yes to being his girlfriend. I thought to myself that he isn't hard to love so I'm bound to fall for him at some point, right? No matter how hard I try I still can't reciprocate his feelings for me. He knows I don't love him, yet he stays and patiently waits for that day to come, even if we're both unsure of that statement ever happening.

"Oh that reminds me" Kai says. "I brought you some refreshments for later" Kai explained while pulling out a bottle out of his bag. "Thank you" I say as he hands me the bottle. "Well I must be going, see you on Monday" He gave a hug then left.

3:45 PM

I closed my laptop, organized my reports and plans then locked the office. I went inside the dance studio but after 15 mins. of trying to come up with a choreography, I gave up. Nothing came to mind. I feel like my mind's so distorted, so I decided to go for a run instead. I left my bike at school as well as my other belongings besides my phone and wallet. I won't be bringing home work today. I plugged my earphones and picked a playlist on my phone that was filled with upbeat music then did a couple of stretches before starting my run.

LISA

The meeting was obviously a lie. Now I find myself sitting inside my lambo arguing with myself on where I should go. "Screw it". I left the University and decided to drive around town. I drove at a slow pace looking for a nice place to do whatever. There are restaurants, arcades, boutiques , etc. but nothing caught my interest.

Passing by this narrow alleyway I was shocked to see this woman in about her late 40's being robbed of her purse. She was holding groceries on one arm which it made it hard for her to hold her purse with her other hand. After successfully stealing the purse, the thief dashed out. Good thing I'm riding a lambo, I immediately stepped on the gas and advanced at a point where I could intercept the thief's tracks. It lead me to the park. I stopped there and quickly exited my vehicle just in time to stop the thief. I kicked him in the left shin then the man fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

I took the purse then used the strap to tie his hands as improvised hand cuffs. I called the emergency hotline and the police arrived in just a few minutes. A little while later, the purse owner arrived and thanked me for what I did. "Thank you so much, I wouldn't know what I would've done if I lost this purse."

"Anyone else in my shoes would've done the same thing." I answered. "May I know your name dear?" She asked. "My name is Lisa ma'am." I replied. "I'm Gina. Would you care to accompany me home? My apartment is not far from here. I can prepare you something to eat" She said. "Oh you don't have to do that. I can just accompany you home to make sure you arrive safe" I replied. "Hush. I insist dear." She said. I couldn't say no.

I invited her to ride Margaux and she gave me directions to her apartment as I drove. I parked my car at the side of the road and followed her inside. The apartment was well furnished and the items inside were all clean and organized. She must be a neat-freak.

"Why don't you sit down for a bit? Make yourself at home" she said while heading toward the kitchen. I looked around and saw this collection of old pictures on the wall. She has a daughter. At almost every frame it was just the two of them except for one. On one picture she's holding her daughter who seem to still be a baby and has a man by her side which I presume is her husband. I'm quite curious and want to ask but I shouldn't pry.

"What are you doing here?" Someone just entered the apartment. I didn't see her immediately because my back was facing the door but the voice I heard is familiar. Like I heard it just this morning today.

JENNIE

After a 45-minute run, about 8 meters close to home, I stopped in my tracks with what I saw before me. A white lambo was parked outside. I looked at the plate number and was surprised.

MNBN•327

Pinch me, I must be dreaming again.

Is she inside?

She can't be.

Maybe she just went somewhere near and parked here.

Yeah.

It's impossible for her to be here.

I went inside and there she was with her back facing me. It seems like she's looking at the pictures on the wall. I can't be wrong. It's that blonde pervert from earlier. Why is she here?

"What are you doing here?" I said. She turned around to face me but before getting a chance to reply, my mom exited the kitchen with snacks in hand. "Oh, Jennie you're home. This is Lisa. I purse got snatched earlier and she caught the thief and made sure the culprit is behind bars." Mom explained.

I was shocked so I immediately rushed to my mom to check for any bruises. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" I said worriedly. "Don't worry about me honey, I'm perfectly fine" she replied. "Thank goodness" I didn't expect for this to happen but I'm glad my mother's safe.

I faced the blonde girl and "Thank you" was all that I could say. "You're welcome. Anyone in my place would've done the same." She said. I just nodded and headed to my room to take a shower. Maybe she is a good person with perverted tendencies.