My dear Gregory

My name is Samantha, I am a full-time writer and I have a wonderful date for this Valentine's Day. My date is almost perfect, we met on my birthday thanks to my brother, he loves everything I do and does not care how much time I have to invest in my hard work, we rarely part, his only flaw is that he always needs a cable. or a battery ... His name is Acer and he is my laptop. While everyone is dating him, my perfect plan with Acer is to try to advance the novel that I have to deliver to my editor at the end of the month. The thing is, he's driving me crazy since it's a romance novel and I hate my characters. Writing novels of this genre is not easy, you have to be careful that it is not too corny, cloying, cliché, or unrealistic. Finding inspiration is also difficult, especially if I only trust other people's experiences because even though I write romance, my life is not romantic at all. And at that moment I was bitter because the protagonist of the story was not me. Life is unfair. What good is creating a perfect man when you don't have one by your side? Incredible, but that's the life of writers. Your characters are nobody and you put their perfect partner on their doorstep without them doing anything to make them live their love story. But like any story, it must have an ending, and I haven't even gotten to development and even though I'm like a god to my characters and dictate their lives ... I'm not, and my editor will. Kill me if he doesn't see my work progress. I was about to start writing when someone knocked on my door. I cursed in various languages ​​and went to see who he was. If he was my brother I would kick his ass for ... I stopped my murderous thoughts when I saw the most imposing man in the world in front of me, panting and bleeding. Covered in tattoos with a gun ... It's a damn gun! The guy is going to kill me and I couldn't even finish my story ... He didn't flinch when he saw me, he just grabbed me around the waist and closed the door. He led me into the living room while I looked more like a rag doll than a person in his arms as if it was the most normal thing in the world to have me in his arms like that. Great, I'm shocked just as a Greek god has fallen from the sky. Or rather a demon who came out of hell and is now making a bloody mess in my house. Although I tried to speak, I could only open and close my mouth like a fish. You shouldn't even think about the best way to compare it, either to God or to the devil. When I was finally able to speak, I wanted to crash against the wall. "You're staining my carpet with blood" Instead of saying: Who are you? Did he call the police? You are OK? What the hell are you doing here? or things like that, I say the obvious. I always thought that he deserved an award for my intelligence. The man looked me in the face for a few moments before starting to laugh out loud. As dangerous and evil as he was, watching him laugh like a child was a sight. He was almost proud to provoke that reaction but as nice as it was, he was filling my house with blood and I hate cleaning. "Look, I'm sorry to be rude, but I'm not good with visitors and you're bleeding to death in my living room. It gives me the creeps just thinking about cleaning up the stains that are going to be left, right? Would you mind going to the bathroom and cleaning yourself?" "Sure". Although he tried to make a serious face again, he was holding back his laughter. "Now we talk about cuteness." Ah! Spontaneous combustion. He had a very masculine deep voice and he called me cute, my panties fell off and everything. "Don't call me cute, I'll have an allergy" I followed him into the bathroom and leaned against the door frame "My name is Samantha" "Nice to meet you, Samantha" he took off the black vest he was wearing, and I could see a very tight black shirt soaked in blood "I'm G. You don't need to know my full name. And I'm hurt just in case you haven't noticed. I'm not sure if I have A bullet, they grazed me with one or they stabbed me. Whatever it is, it sucks. I hope it's a bullet" He took off his shirt and started hyperventilating. This man was perfect. - Great, G. Well, I think I have a medicine cabinet. I turned around and practically ran to my room looking for the damn medicine cabinet that I knew had to be somewhere. Breathing a little easier, I looked at myself in the mirror. Wanted to die. He had the looks of a zombie and was wearing the most hideous and masculine blouse in the world that he had taken from my brother. That is sure that he will love the devil. I tried to be decent ... but nothing, to no avail. I shouldn't even be thinking of flirting with the guy who can kill me at any moment and who invaded my house like it was his Resigned, I went back to the bathroom to find him picking at his wound. I looked at him with wide eyes, sure he looked like a cartoon, but that behavior did not seem very hygienic. "Look, I'm sorry if I'm nosy, but this will be worse. Let me help you and don't mutilate yourself, you're starting to scare me" I crossed my arms as he looked at me like I was a freak Before he had time to respond, I knelt next to him and began to let my inner nurse out. The one that did not come out when choosing a profession. Well, as my mother says, better late than never. Better now with this man than with an old man. At least the sight and the touch thanked me, although taking out a bullet was not very attractive. At least it was considerate and I put his already stained blouse over mine because there was no possibility of him taking mine off and as much as he was a demigod, I was not going to undress for him. Not so fast, of course. Maybe after an amazing date or after our wedding. Deep down, he wasn't overly demanding. I tried to pull the bullet out with tweezers, but he refused to cooperate and I didn't try too hard either because I was afraid of hurting him. At least that was my intention. Seeing that we were not going anywhere, I covered his mouth with a towel and with my fingers pulled the piece of metal out of the wound. I looked up and saw the palest face in history. It seems that it had hurt a little. I disinfected the wound and bandaged it as best I could, avoiding touching the damaged skin. "Sorry I tried to be quick not to hurt you, but I'm not a nurse and of course, I've only done what is done in the movies. Maybe I should have stitched up the wound or something, but I thought it was small and that it would heal itself and… "He covered my mouth with his hand. "Shut up for a bit. Now let's have dinner and then we'll talk" I nodded while keeping my mouth covered. I got up and stretched my legs. I didn't look back, because I assumed the mystery lord was following me. What else could he do? I walked into the kitchen, noticing that my socks had been stained with blood and I was leaving grotesque footprints on the floor. Excellent. In the end, the one who ended up aggravating the disaster was me. I sat at the counter and watched him walk in with the arrogant air of him. She had just met him and she already hated him. Only he could have that ability to make her hate him at first sight. A lot of muscle but little charisma. His black eyes gave me a chill. That boy was scary. Of course, it is not very normal for me to go down the street shooting and receiving shots. He had that aura of violent evil about him. Like me, only my aura was a bit rosier, cheesier, and more different than it might seem, but I want to make it clear that I too could be very scary. "I'm hungry," said the caveman. "And I" crossed my arms "You have decided to enter my house by force, today I was not expecting company. I am a lonely girl, as you can see" I sighed "All I thought about having dinner today was ice cream and watching a cheesy movie That would make me cry a little. I'm a bitter person who just wants a little love and ... "he covered my mouth again. - Shut up, honey, you give me a headache. But what a rude man. I sit open-mouthed and take out of the fridge my ice cream jar and some cold slices of pizza that I had leftover from the previous meal with my friends. He didn't remember they were there. Better, so the bastard wouldn't have to destroy my kitchen. Without waiting for him, I jumped off the counter and took MY ice cream from him, went to the living room ignoring him. I didn't know if he was abducting me or if it was only going to be temporary while he healed and left, but I knew that I couldn't behave like I was scared, even though I was scared to death, which is why I channeled all the negative feelings through my big mouth that said the first thing that crossed my mind. I've always been a very smart girl. I rummaged through my large DVD collection. Most of the money he made from book sales went to buy books and movies. She spent her nights in front of the television or the armchair absorbed in reading. Those were my usual plans. I looked around the room for my cat, but it didn't seem to have come out of hiding from him. I adored that animal that jumped on me when I least expected it. It was part of his charm, it had been the best gift anyone had ever given me. Along with Acer. With them, my life was better. A hand landed on the lower part of my back as I lay on the floor looking under the couch and calling out to Salem. I jumped ready for any attack. The bastard was in front of me laughing. "i***t" I mumbled. "Have you seen a cat?" "Cat?" He looked at me like he was hallucinating. "Yes, a small mammal that has a color ..." he covered my mouth again. "I know what it is, but I haven't seen it." Then, making his grand entrance, Salem leaped from behind a cushion into my arms. I hugged him a little because I knew that that affectionate gesture calmed him down. I felt the i***t's amused look, but I didn't deign to look at him. That would give him a satisfaction that I didn't want to give him. Sensing my disgust for that character, Salem began to feel nervous, and before I could stop him, he jumped on him and attacked him. Without thinking, I jumped on the i***t and rolled with him, trying to catch my pet. That he ended up shivering inside my shirt. It was very brave at the time, but it lasted a few seconds. At least I was trying to defend myself, it was a cute animal. "My God, that animal has to die" I hit him, he wouldn't touch my cat. "The one who has to die is you, i***t. Don't mess with Salem, or I'll leave you on the landing to finish killing you." My words made him get up off the ground and stand up. He turned me around and handcuffed my hands. Where did he get the handcuffs? Great now if it's a fact. He was going to rob my house, he was going to kidnap me and sell me in the slave market.