Chapter 5 Jerk face asshole

Nivea ignored her subconscious and continued applying the lotion on her body. She lazily took the new bra and panties and wore it on. She was about putting on her clothes when the door opened, revealing a handsome stranger who seemed to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He was breathtaking, really breathtaking. He had blue eyes, sleek black hair held together at his back by a red band, with some part of the hair covering some part of his eyes. His lips weren't pink like those other guys out there. His lips were darker like someone who spent most of his time smoking. Maybe he was.

Nivea was lost staring at the handsome stranger that she forgot to tell at him to leave. She was so lost. 'scream you idiot' her subconscious frowned at her stupidity and inability to scream.

That was when Nivea realised that she was half naked, and a man was here in the room with her, staring at her with nothing but lust in his eyes.

Immediately,she began to scream. She screamed so hard that Andre thought his ears would burst.

Nivea: (yelled) get the hell out of here you jerk face asshole.

Andre:(scoffed) close the door whenever you want to dress up. You might not meet a gentleman like me next time.

Nivea: and you should have knocked,you idiot.

Andre: whatever ( he turned and walked out of the room)

Nivea was flabbergasted and embarrassed at the same time. She continuously hit her head with her hands for her craziness. 'that man must really be an asshole. Instead of apologizing for barging in on her, he reprimanded her. He should have apologized for entering the room without knocking, not scolding her. She wanted to lash out at him, but she did her best to control the anger she was feeling.

' I warned you, didn't I?' her subconscious smirked.

Nivea: shut up.

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Nivea hurriedly wore her clothes this time,as she didn't want that jerk face asshole to barge in on her again.

When she was done, she took her phone from the bed stand and left the room.

She didn't hear or see anyone as she left the room. She felt relieved and grateful for that, cause she wasn't sure if she'd be able to face 'jerk face'.

She didn't even stop to admire the magnificent mansion. There was no need admiring it, since the owner is nothing but a jerk. She told herself as she continued tiptoeing out of the house.

'hey bitch, don't deny it. The mansion is fucking beautiful' her subconscious told her.

Nivea ignored her subconscious and rolled her eyes.

Andre was coming out from the other room where he had slept last night when he sighted someone tiptoeing out of his house. He knew instantly that it was the girl he brought into his house earlier. He saw her roll her eyes to no one in particular. He shook his head. ' she's really crazy after all'. He thought.

Andre: you know, you don't have to tiptoe and sneak out of here like a thief, kid.

That startled Nivea.

Nivea:who said I was trying to sneak out of this box you call a house? I was already leaving.

Andre was shocked. That was the first time somebody was talking rudely to him. This crazy girl is the first person who has ever talked rudely to him. Worst of all, she called his mansion a box? Is she tired of living? Guess she has no idea who he is.

He just kept mute staring at the crazy girl.

Andre: boo hoo blabber mouth, you can use the door when you're done talking.

Nivea: (hisses) you're such an asshole.

Andre: (turned to face her) what did you just say?.

Nivea: I said you're an asshole. A rude jerk, a dick head. All that and more is what you are. (Opened the door and left, but returned shortly, poking her head through the door) Am not a kid, got it? (She left afterwards banging the door behind her).

To be continued.

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