The kissing scene...
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I slowly opened my eyes and grunted feeling my head aches like it’s cracking my skull little by little. As the ache eases a bit and my vision adjusted to the dim surroundings, I found myself laid on a bed; its soft mattress and silk linen a color of blood red caressing my skin. I looked around and observed I’m in a room with its simple gray painted walls, black and white checkered tiled floor, there’s also a bed side table with a simple yet elegant Chinese lamp on top of it and a cute cream colored couch at the right side of the bed and lastly, there’s a small and intricate chandelier atop the high ceiling with its low soft yellow light somehow making the room dimmer if that’s even possible.
Looking up, my vision spins again and I momentarily closed my eyes willing myself to breath evenly. I slowly sat at the edge of the bed planting my bare feet on the tiled floor judging if my own two feet could carry my own weight. I sighed and took notice of the water and a couple of medicine on the bedside table with sticky notes plastered on each of them. I read the note first on the glass that reads ‘for your throat’ while the meds—‘for your headache’ which have a cute small hearts at the end of each phrases.
I smiled at his cute gesture and his messy handwriting. I then took the meds and drank the water feeling quiet better.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re awake.” I was about to stood up but halted as a tall lady with a straight blonde hair, definitely sexy having perfect curves at the right places walks into the room like a ramp model her heels clacking on the tiled floor. I felt self-conscious on how do I look cause I’m pretty sure I look like a Walking Dead by now. “Come with me. I know you’re so so hungry. You know, you’ve slept like almost a day and it’s already eight o’clock in the evening.” she stated in her high pitched voice rolling her eyes and making faces while playing with her hair. Her mannerisms, I supposed.
I just smiled in response and followed her out of the room taking my time as I walk while she keeps on ‘observing’—according to her—on how GROSS I look and smell, commenting on my a*s and breasts on how little they are. I furrowed my eyebrows and kept on smiling at her being civil but I’d really love to tackle this girl as it became apparent that she’s insulting me. How dare she compare my assets to her enhanced ones. I scoffed internally.
“He is waiting for you.” she leads me to a wooden door and as the mention of he, Mr. Stranger came to my mind and I perked up at the thought feeling giddy all of a sudden. She then halted half way in the kitchen door. “Oops, we better not disturb them.” she giggled softly and gave me a ‘keep out b*tch’ smirk as she fully opened the door for me to see careful not to disturb Mr. Stranger and a curly blonde hair girl kissing each other. I froze and she then closed the door quietly satisfied with my apparent distress.
“Why don’t you just get lost? Oops, I mean get a dinner outside B*TCH! Oh, sorry slip of the tongue. I meant bleach. You have so painstakingly fair skin.” she said raising an eyebrow at me.
“Excuse me?” I slowly said enunciating each word feeling a hot rage spreading all over me suddenly forgetting I’m currently nursing a headache. “What did you say, Miss p********e? Oops, I mean P*RN STAR. Oh, sorry my bad.” I gave her a not so sorry smug face and flip my hair mimicking her shrill voice. Want World War Z, b*tch? She was dumbfounded her mouth gaping and defiantly walked away from me stomping her heels as she goes.
Aww, that’s it? SHE’S NO FUN AT ALL. Well, I must have hit a nail on the head then. And what’s wrong with all the b*tch in this house?! FUDGE! They all looks like a f*cking supermodels.
I then turned my heels away from the kitchen door taking the message that she obviously wanted me away from them, well from Mr. Stranger specifically.
I returned to the room fuming and hastily took a shower, got dressed into a plain white shirt, gray sweatpants and put shoes on which all belongs to Mr. Stranger even if I don’t want to but then I don’t have a choice since, I really don’t have any spare clothes of my own. On the second thought, there are actually a few of a woman’s dress in his closet but I refused to wear or even looked at them. It might be for his woman. I balled my fist hating myself as to why I’m so mad at that thought and him kissing that girl or even anybody. As I’m all set, I went out of the room and out of the house not sparing a single glance back.
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