Drunk on Emotions

Chapter Five - Pervert

I have been thinking about it until tonight. Now, as I stand in front of the mirror, I slowly undress. Naked, I glance at my reflection. I was just about to step into the shower when I suddenly realized that I hadn't brushed my teeth yet.

I couldn't bring myself to feel comfortable about taking a shower without brushing my teeth first, so I quickly grabbed my toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it. As I stood in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth, I found myself lost in thought, reflecting on what Dylan had said earlier…

Rita was right. That guy is spoiled. He said all sorts of things to me, but I didn’t care about any of them. Even Harrison apologized on his brother’s behalf. That just means one thing — that guy really has a terrible attitude!

Where did he get that from? Mama Heidy is kind, and based on what Rita said, their father seems decent too, so maybe he’s not harsh. Harrison is kind as well.

But that guy! He’s arrogant, rude, ugly, and so judgmental!

And what does he think? That I’m just waiting for Mama Heidy to pass away so I can get an inheritance? Is he out of his mind? Maybe he’s projecting his own plan toward his mom!

Unless Mama Heidy tells me to leave, I’m not going anywhere.

I only cried when we faced each other because I hoped, somehow, he’d be excited to meet me. Just like how I was excited when I found out about them.

But no, his ego is too high, and it’ll never change!

I blinked and tilted my head. I just can’t understand that guy.

He really has a horrible attitude!

I angrily bent over the bathroom sink, rinsed my toothbrush, and squeezed it tightly in my hand, my mind racing. Exhaling loudly, I splashed water on my face, trying to calm down. Just as I was starting to relax, the door suddenly flew open. Startled, I let out a piercing scream and my eyes widened in shock.

"What the hell?!" I yelled, my heart pounding, as I covered myself with my arms.

“What the f*ck?” He stood there, his eyes scanning my body, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You jerk!" I shot back, feeling a mix of anger and embarrassment as I throw my things to him.

I was taken aback when his gaze lingered on my hand covering my middle.

"Oh, did I interrupt your 'me time'?" he taunted, a sly grin spreading across his face.

Frowning, I hurriedly stepped into the shower, feeling violated by his leering gaze. That dirty pervert!

I heard his boisterous laughter echoing from outside, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“G-Get out! Leave, you pervert!” I yelled at him, my voice quivering with frustration.

His laughter only grew louder, and I trembled with shame. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

I was certain that he had seen me naked, before I could even cover up. That infuriating guy! He was so rude and had such a terrible personality!

After a moment of silence, I cautiously peeked out and felt a wave of relief wash over me when I realized he was gone.

My face grew even hotter, a mix of embarrassment and an unexplainable sensation.

I hesitantly made my way down to the dining room, feeling a wave of shame washing over me. Rita and Mama Heidy’s sons were already seated at the table, and to my dismay, I spotted Dylan with a mischievous grin on his face. He even had the audacity to whistle when he caught sight of me.

I took a shaky seat at the table, feeling Dylan's eyes boring into me. Thankfully, Harrison stepped in and scolded him for his behavior. I shot a fierce glare in Dylan's direction before addressing Mama Heidy.

"I was quite disturbed by your actions last night, Dylan," he told him firmly.

In response, he angrily slammed down his spoon and turned to face me.

“Then what do you expect me to do, Kuya? Hug her and kiss her on the cheek?” he said sarcastically.

Idiot! As if I’d want a kiss from you!

I glared at him. He raised one eyebrow and smirked slightly.

“Don’t be an assh*le, Dylan. We’re at the table,” Harisson said, glancing at me.

“You should at least be nice to her. Zeina is a good lady and not like what you think.” Mama convinced him.

“She’s not good in my eyes, Mama. Besides, maybe I’m right. Maybe she’s just using you for money—”

“I’m not like that!” I interrupted.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” He gave me a brief glance before looking back at Mama.

“I saw her room. It’s nice. Even the bathroom…” He glanced at me again, reminding me of what had happened earlier.

My cheeks heated, and I clenched my fist under the table as my heart raced. He’s really an…

“…it’s nice. Maybe she’s manipulating you to give in to her whims!”

My eyes widened. So he checked out the room for that reason!

I couldn't believe he was checking out the room for that reason!

I squinted at him, my eyes narrowing as I shot him a glare. His response was a smug smirk, which only fueled my anger.

"How immature," I thought to myself, exasperated by his behavior.

"Son, Zeina is kind and not like what you think. The moment I accepted her into this household, she became part of our family. So, son…" Mama Heidy's voice trailed off as she tried to reason with him.

"Oh, come on, Mama!" he interrupted, clearly not wanting to hear it.

Mama Heidy fell silent, and I lowered my gaze, feeling a mix of frustration and disappointment.

After dinner, I stepped outside, needing some fresh air to clear my mind. Dylan's words had left me feeling irritated and misunderstood. It seemed like he was determined to believe ridiculous things about me. He really thinks I want something more from Mama Heidy than just her letting me stay here!

What a thick-skinned guy! Just wait, Dylan. When I graduate and get a job, I’ll lend you money! I’ll get a fancy car and run over that mocking mouth of yours!

I kept thinking about how I’d have to spend the entire semester break with him here. I was tempted to just go to my part-time job to escape him.

I went back inside after calming down. And as soon as I stepped into the hall, I saw Dylan’s face in the living room. He had his phone pressed to his ear, grinning. When he glanced at me, his expression changed.

I made my way directly to the kitchen, feeling the cool tiles beneath my bare feet. As I entered the kitchen, the sound of Dylan's soft laughter and his cheesy pick-up lines drifted to me from the living room.

“Oh, be ready for tonight, darling. I’m more than willing to eat your p*ssy ‘til you c*m on my mouth.”

I almost spit out the water I was drinking. I quickly coughed and slapped my chest. I didn’t hear anything else, so I thought Dylan was no longer in the hall. I kept coughing.

That guy is so effin’ disgusting! No filter at all! Doesn’t he realize there are other people in this house?

And where is he now? Ah, maybe he’s doing it himself? Probably having phone s*x in his room!

I took another sip of water, savoring its cool refreshment. Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps caught my attention, and I swiftly turned to see who it was.

A frown formed on my face as I recognized the person approaching. I furrowed my brows, preparing to walk past him when he addressed me once more.

"How old are you again?"

I glanced at him, startled by the sudden interruption. His voice broke the silence, prompting me to clear my throat before responding.

"Eighteen," I replied, trying to gauge his reaction. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he straightened up and approached me.

"Better lock the door next time when you're doing it," he whispered, his words carrying a hint of amusement.

"I didn't lock it because it's my room. Who would've thought you'd come in—" I began, only to be interrupted by his next question.

"How many times have you done that? Do you usually use a toothbrush?" he asked with a smirk. "That's too small."

Confused by his line of questioning, I met his gaze and hesitated before responding, "Of course, I use a toothbrush because I'm brushing my teeth—"

“Aren’t you mast*rbating?” he asked loudly.

My eyes widened at his words, and I quickly covered his mouth. I felt his rough hand grab mine, which was covering his lips.

“Are you insane?! What mast*rbating are you talking about?” I hissed quietly.

He smirked even more and forcefully knocked my hand away. I glared at him.

“And, a toothbrush, really? Can’t afford s*x toys?”

My cheeks felt like they were on fire. I wasn't naive about these matters, so I knew exactly what he was alluding to. I had come across it in books, and my friends had shared their experiences with me. However, he must be out of his mind if he believed I was engaging in that activity in the bathroom when he walked in.

"You're out of your mind!"

He smirked at me, his eyes leisurely roaming over my body once more. “Well, your body isn’t bad for an eighteen-year-old girl. You’d fit right into an adult film—”

“I’m not a p*rn star!”

He laughed loudly, and it irritated me. This jerk! He’s mocking me!

“But you look like one to me. Aren’t you just in it for the money?”

My jaw clenched at his words. I slapped him hard. Tears started to well up again, and I left him there.

If he said I didn’t belong in this house, I could handle that. If he called me a gold-digger, I could handle that. But to say such vulgar things to me — that was too much! He’d crossed the line!

I clenched my fist in anger.

Just one more time, Zee. One more time, and I’ll smash his face into the ground!