Chapter Six
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So I had been awake for about thirty minutes now. But I didn't want to leave the bed. You know those moments when you're just laying in bed, staring at the ceiling and asking yourself whether you should just pee in bed? Yes, it was one of those moments.
The sun was bright but luckily the curtains were still closed so I didn't really feel the intensity. I heard the door to my room open and I quickly threw my hand over my eyes.
It was obviously Will and I knew he was going to want me to wake up. And I really didn't want to get out of bed. I know we've all experienced it. Stop lying, you have.
"I know you're up, Aria," he said. I continued with my pretense. I had mastered the sleep trick when I was a kid. My mother always did inspections. I don't know why those didn't stop my dad from leaving her yet. He just had to stay a few more years before finally agreeing with me that my mother was crazy.
Anyways, back to the topic at hand, I could hear Will's footfalls on the soft carpet. And I knew he was close to my bed. After last night, (and yes I did remember, what the hell do you take me for) I thought he was going to wake me up with a kiss on the forehead or something. A girl can dream.
But you know what the (wanted dead) fucker did? He opened the curtains. And let out a hysterical laugh. Like it was funny. I opened my eyes and almost cried out: "Ah! The light!! It burnssss....it burnnnnnnssssssss!!!". Sometimes I feel I'm a vampire. Sun and I didn't do well together. Especially in thr mornings when I was trying to catch the little drift of sleep I had left.
"Wiiillll. Close the curtainsss. I'm going to melt," I whined, turning so that I was laying on my stomach with my face pressed into the really soft pillow.
There was silence so I thought he had given up then the most stupid s**t happened. He whacked me on my ass. Like Prince Will actually whacked my ass, like I was some five year old who needed a spanking. I do admit it turned me on a little but damn. This dude just whacked me on the ass!. Just like that.
I jumped from the bed and looked at him crossly. He was going to pay for that. I didn't know what I was going to do but he was going to f*****g pay for that.
Will did not bother even apologizing. He just left with an unapologetic grin on his stupid smug face. I was going to kill that man so help me God. Like what the f**k man? How do you just whack someone (and on my freaking juicy ass!) and leave them without apologizing? That was messed up.
I walked to the en suite and did my morning routine. I was excited. Today was Monday and I had to go to work. I had missed work because of that Naomi's stupid wedding. Never again. Even if Prince Will told me he was going to kiss my feet and worship me like the freaking goddess I am.
On second thought, yes. If Will did that, I'd go. Like have you seen those lips? Imagine how they would feel on my body? Worshipping me! Hot as f**k.
About fifty minutes later, I was done and I had dressed up. Honestly, I was expecting a really impressed reaction from Will. Like if he didn't let his mouth hang and maybe drool a little, I wasn't going to be satisfied. And yes, I looked that good. I didn't take all that time preparing myself for nothing. No siree.
I walked to the living room but he wasn't there. So I figured he was at the breakfast bar and I walked there. Hmm, whatever he had made smelled wonderful. I got the breakfast bar and he was sitting there. He was sipping quietly on his coffee and then dropped the mug when he saw me approach.
"You're here. I'm going now. Or do you need me to drop you?" Will asked and I was a little miffed. I wore all this and he didn't spare me a glance?
"Nah. I'm good." Yes I was being short with him. And yes it was a good reason to be pissed off. I mean...even a single interested glance my way? Come onnnnn.
"You sure?" he asked again and I nodded, not even sparing him a glance. "Okay," was all he said, then he walked to me, placed a dry kiss on my forehead and walked out.
"Ugh, f**k you Will," I said, but my stupid subconscious could not allow me rest. 'You wish', it taunted and I honestly felt like breaking something. My subconscious could be such a b***h sometimes. Urgh.
I ate quickly and walked out to my car. At least one thing was right at that moment. No actually, two things. I was on my way to work and that stupid f*****g sun that wanted me dead had receded.
There was not a lot of traffic so I reached my store pretty quickly. Yes. My store. I owned a*****e. Was it that surprising? Okay okay. I admit it. I was scatterbrained and all. But this store was my everything. I had put in so much that I couldn't afford to f**k anything up. It had taken me about 2 years to actually set it up after all.
I got into the store and shouted a collective good morning! Everyone else was already there. Okay it's not cause I said everyone that you'd think I had like fifteen employees. Nope. We were just three of us. And we managed to make it work.
Chantelle, one of the people who had been there for me since the start, walked over to me excitedly. No offense, but she was like a puppy on crack. Or a drunk baby. Don't ask how I knew what those imageries looked like.
"Oh my God, you won't believe it Aria! You know that painting? The most expensive one?" she asked and I nodded excitedly, seeing what she was talking about.
The painting was the biggest and the most expensive we had ever had in the store and it had been sitting on the wall for over two months and I had gotten scared we were never going to sell it.
"Well we sold it!" Chantelle exclaimed and I jumped into her arms. That was a big sale and oh my God the commission was going to be huge.
"Oh my God Chan! I'm so f*****g excited. After Saturday, I definitely needed this," I said and I saw her eyes widen a bit.
"How did it go?" she asked and I shook my head. It was work hours. We could talk later. So I just motioned later to her.
Chantelle nodded in understanding, started walking away, butthen she stopped abruptly like she forgot something. "Oh! In about thirty minutes, the buyer is going to stop by. You'll receive him!" she exclaimed then practically ran away.
I shook my head. Chantelle was the most introverted yet the most extroverted person I knew. Contradiction right? She was really something else. But I loved her like that? And besides who was I to judge? I was creepy as f**k and she still loved me. So we were even.
True to her word, the buyer came about thirty minutes later. He was walking and as soon as he saw me, his put a stagger into his walking style. Someone's trying to be impressive..I thought. I almost laughed out loud. But I didn't want to miss my coins so i had to pull a straight face.
"Hello beautiful lady. I'm Ethan. You must be Aria?" he asked, stretching his hand. I nodded and took his hand and to my greatest surprise and absolute disgust, he placed a kiss on it. Like you don't just go putting your lips and stupid saliva on people without their consent geez. Did this guy ever hear of personal space?
I rapidly freed my hand from his and frowned. Then I said, "The painting is this way. Follow me sir."
He followed me and I felt a little strange. I knew he was staring at my ass. And I felt so f*****g strange. Almost like I should run back home and change real quick into something else apart from the auburn low cut sundress I was putting on now.
"Here she is. The beauty," I said proudly. And of course I was talking about the painting.
"Not as beautiful as you," he said. I stared at him for a while without a word. Okaaayyy.
I was standing in front of the painting and I felt someone's breath on my neck. I jumped but his hand on my waist held me in place.
"Sir? What are you doing!" I exclaimed. What the actual f**k?!
"Shh. Just let me," he said and I felt weak. This brought back memories. I don't know what happened but I went slack in his arms. It was an out of body experience. I was disgusted but I didn't know what was happening. I couldn't f*****g stop him!
I felt tears coursing down my cheeks and I couldn't even bring myself to wipe them.
"Ari– hey! What are you doing? Stop!" It was Josh. Another of my employees. I felt Ethan let me go and he settled to the side looking so innocent like he wasn't just doing what we both know he was.
I heard scuffling, shouting and screaming. Then nothing at all again. Everything went dark.
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