Feigning Affection

Chapter Seven

Namika Acyrille's Point of View

I unlocked my door and forcefully opened it.

"What the hell is your problem?" I shouted angrily at a beautiful man leaning against the railings of the corridor. His hands are in his pockets and he looks so cool, giving a boy next door a vibe with his hoodie and ripped denim jeans. He is wearing a black face mask, hiding half of his face, but his eyes are good enough to recognize him.

Emerald green eyes are equal to Cavelli's.

"Do you usually shout at your neighbor?" he asks as he walks past me, entering my house.

He didn't even ask for permission from me. So rude. He sat on the sofa, assessing the house again.

"So messy," I heard him mumble, and it felt like I had been insulted.

"What did you say?" I asked, glaring at him. My hands are on my waist.

"This house is a mess," and my heart boils with his words.

"Are you freaking serious? I just cleaned everything. I swept the floor and mopped it. I arrange everything with all the best I can do and all I can get from you is "IS THIS HOUSE A MESS?" I yelled at him while scratching my chin. It's itchy. I can't help it.

I could see in his eyes that he could be shocked by my sudden outburst.

"Chill Tiger. Well, that explains the rashes all over your body and the swelling in your eyes, "he said," and I panicked.

Rashes? Swelling of the eyes?

I was about to ask what he was saying, but I started sneezing.

What the hell?

I ran to the bathroom to look at myself. I shrieked when I saw my puffy and red eyes. My face is also covered with red rashes. When I look at my arms and legs, there are also rashes on them, but not that many. I can't stop scratching my neck and back. It's so itchy that I've already started tearing up.

I went out of the room and sat beside Primo.

"I think I'm going to die," I said, sniffing. I sneeze again. Excuse me, "I said to him."

"Tsk, let me take a look." He grabs my arm and makes me look at him. He assesses my face and neck.

"Am I dying?" I asked, still scratching my neck and body. I'm getting hysterical with the thought of dying at a young age. Mommy!!! I wanted to shout.

"You are," he seriously said, and my eyes widened. Oh my God.

"Mommy", I called my mom in fear.

"I'm joking. Calm down. Maybe your skin is so sensitive that you get allergies from the dust," he explained, and I stopped panicking.

"I'll take you to the nearest hospital for a check-up. Come on, change your clothes," he commanded me.

I hate the way he utters orders, but he is helping me, so I'll let it pass just for today. I quickly changed my clothes to leggings and a pull-over jacket. I also wear a cap to hide my red and swollen face, and I just wear slides to make my itchy feet a little more comfortable.

He took me to the hospital. He didn't remove his cap and mask. He also has a small bottle of alcohol with him. The doctor examined me and asked me several questions. I told him everything I did, and he said that this might be caused by allergens like dust mites. He also did a skin prick test. My eyes are heavy and tearing up.I keep sneezing. Then he said that I don't need to worry because I just have perennial allergic rhinitis and skin allergy. He gives me an allergy shot and some ointment for the itch, and I'm ready to go.

I'm glad it's nothing serious.

I went out of the clinic and approached Primo, who was looking bored while sitting in the waiting area.

"I'm done," I said to him. He nods and walks out to get his car. I waited for him to get me. When I saw his car, I quickly got into the passenger seat.

"Thanks," I said, but he remained silent. He seems to be in his own world while driving. He is still in his mask and hoodie, looking so mysterious. He's so serious.

Since it looks like he doesn't want to be disturbed, I will keep my mouth shut. When I checked, my face was so chubby and red. My eyes are so puffy. Damn cleaning. Damn dust mites. I am gently scratching my neck, my back, and my arms. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help it. It's so f*****g itchy.

The hell!

"Stop scratching, it might irritate your skin more," he suddenly spoke, still looking at the road. Maybe he's been annoyed by my movements.

"It's itchy" I pouted, and tried to keep my hands off my body.

"Your mom left some money for you. Since I can't transfer it to your account, I have already encash it for you." Oh, money.

They left without even telling me personally. Are they really that busy that they can't even send me a message?

I sigh.

What's new, Nami? Why do I keep on expecting? They are used to flying and going around the world without me knowing. How can they just leave like they're not going to leave someone behind?

I shouldn't care.

My mom sends me money through Primo. Until now, money has been their way of covering up shortcomings, and I wonder why they are so shocked that I have become like this. An entitled and spoiled b***h. He dropped me off and gave me an envelope full of money. He has a board meeting, so he can't stay. Nothing new with all the people I knew. Their world revolves around making lots and lots of money. I said thank you and let him go. I spent the rest of the day scratching my body till I fell asleep.