“No, I need my stuff back. I’m not opening my door either.” I make attempt to take my items back from him but he holds them still.
“I don’t want you carrying this load. You are only but a tiny thing. Now, open the door” he commands. I immediately do, wondering where my senses had gone to. Why the hell am I listening to this man and opening my door to let him in.
He comes in looks around and asks “Now, where do I drop these?”
“You should leave.” I say while moving to the door and standing there. This man had dropped my groceries in the kitchen, unbuttoned his suit and sat on my sofa. He even had the guts to cross his legs like he was in a damn meeting.
“I don’t know if you understand English properly but I. Want. You. To. Leave. My. House.” I had bent down to his face level to say this
