Making Life Hell for Samantha
922 Words
The next morning, I woke up to the loud sound of my alarm. With my blindfold still on, I tried to reach for my phone by the bedside table.
Wait! I did not set my alarm today!
I was still confused when someone grabbed and removed my blindfold. I squinted one of my eyes. The sun's rays that are coming through my window blinded my sight. I saw a glimpse of Vincent who was laughing and sitting at my bedside. He held the alarm near my ear. I knocked his hands away from me as I grabbed a pillow and covered my head with it.
The alarm just kept on ringing. And then I felt him tugging at the pillow. I held on to it until I felt that he was slowly dragging me out of bed.
Shit...I am close to the edge of the bed! I am falling on the floor!
I tried to get up but it was already late. I clung on to the pillow tightly so I would fall into it. Unfortunately, my elbow hit the floor. I winced in pain until I felt something else beneath me, cupping my breast.
What the?
I lifted myself up and see how Vincent was lying on the floor beside me. His eyes are wide open in shock. I followed the line of his sight and realized that he was looking at his open palm as if catching the base of my breast.
"Lo siento, querida! I tried to catch you. But.. but.." He tried to remove his hand, thus brushed the other breast as he did.
I felt the heat rising to my cheeks as I help myself to sit. I crossed my arms in my chest, refusing to look at Vincent.
"Uh.. Breakfast is ready. I will wait for you downstairs."
I glanced at him. He obviously does not know where to look. I noticed that the alarm clock he used earlier is lying near my foot.
Six eighteen?
"You woke me up this early so we can have breakfast together? Seriously? It's Saturday!"
"Yes, seriously. Your dad called. He said to tag you along. Wear something semi-formal and join me in 30 minutes for breakfast."
"Thirty minutes? Vincent, how can I get ready in such a short time?"
"You only have thirty minutes."
"But ---"
Vincent picks up the alarm clock, sets it to thirty minutes, and leaves it at the bedside table.
"Tick tock, querida."
Then he went out and pulled the door behind him.
Shit!
I ran to my closet and check my wardrobe. I put 6 different dresses on the bed and contemplated on which I should wear. I picked up the black dress that has a v-neckline. But then I thought it might be a little inappropriate.
The memory from earlier flashed across my mind. I don't know whether to smile or to feel mortified remembering how Vincent's palm accidentally cupped and brushed them.
No! I cannot wear this one. He might think I am seducing him... But I do want to seduce him. That's what landed me in this situation in the first place, right?
I brushed the thought out of my head and chose the lacy dress which is more conservative to look at. It has long sleeves that reached just about the elbow and a hemline that runs just below the knee.
I glanced at the clock and noticed that ten minutes had already passed. I ran quickly to the bath and shower as fast as I can. It's a good thing that I washed my hair last night so I do not have to wash and dry it later.
I have barely dried my body when Vincent knocked on the door.
"Diez minutos, mi querida."
" My God! Are you really serious about the 30-minute time?"
"Yes. Meet me at the comedor."
I put some moisturizer on my face and some lotion on my body. Then I put on the dress hurriedly. I shoved some cosmetic products on my purse along with my phone. I glanced at the mirror and was annoyed at how bare my face looks. I grabbed my shoes and wear them on my way out of the room.
I saw that Vincent is almost finished eating his pancakes. I grabbed bread and some eggs and put it on my plate. I have just finished having two bites when Vincent rose from his seat. He gathered his coat and then he grabbed me by my elbow.
"Ugh! Vincent, wait!"
I grabbed bread. He took it from my hand. He was about to put it back on my plate. Then he glanced at me. He grabbed a napkin and a resealable bag and then shove the bread at my hand.
"Why are you so mean?"
He acted as though he was taking the bread away from me. I clutched it to my chest and it made him chuckled. He grabbed my hand again and we headed to the door. I was puzzled when he did not take his car keys but grabbed a leather backpack instead.
I yanked at my hand from his grasp. Can I at least put some makeup on? It's hard to do it in the car.
"I am afraid not. And we are not taking the car. We will ride a bus then head to the station to catch the train."
"What?"
Come on. We still need to walk for about three minutes to the bus stop.
I looked at my stilettos and groaned.
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