Chapter 7 "Love Or War At First Sight" (Part two)

"Hey you," I rudely called.

His rigid eyes turned round for a second then went back to their original shape. Nonetheless, I did not care at his nonchalant reaction, or the coldness his next gaze sent me.

I lifted my chin arrogantly then opened my damn mouth.

"As far as I can remember, we both paid the same price for this boarding house. And FYI, I didn't mean to look inside your room. The door was opened, that's why."

One of his brows went upward, making his eyes eyes look smaller than the other. Then, a mocking sneer slipped into his lips.

"I only agreed living here under the condition that there will be no woman inside the place," he said, using his baritone voice that is as deep as ocean. "Having you around is pissing me off. So to help me, can you please just get lost? Next time, don't ever stop in front of my room. Don't look at me, don't talk to me and don't even touch my room's door. You can understand English, right?"

He pulled out the smile, followed by slamming the door real hard.

BAM!

'OH MY GOD! I COULD FEEL THE VEINS IN MY BRAIN BURSTING IN ANGER!'

I really wanted to kick the door, but nah. That would only hurt me. Moreover, the door is innocent.

I took a deep breath. Gritting my teeth, I just decided to go to the kitchen.

"I regretted considering that he is handsome," I whispered before opening the refrigerator.

I peeked inside but there's nothing to cook beside the raw eggs at the top row of the fridge.

"Should I visit the supermarket later?"

I closed the fridge and...

"Hi~"

My heart almost jumped down when this man, whom I saw at the night bar, appeared out of nowhere.

My mouth opened but no scream went out of my lips. Seemed like I gulped my own voice.

I was all alone a moment ago when I opened the fridge. Yet when I closed it, I saw this guy standing at the side, leaning his back onto the sink.

The corner of his lips were stretched, showing his white teeth. He has deer like eyes, and his lashes are so long. His brows are thick and his skin is so pale... maybe paler than mine. Also, he has this red lips that I almost think he's wearing liptint, when he actually does not.

At the time we met at the night bar, I admitted that he's freaking sexy; like the vampire of the night. However, he looks more handsome today even if he's only wearing a simple black shirt, while his hair is wet. Maybe he just came out of the shower.

"Based on your reaction, I can see that you remembered me," he said.

"Yes," I answered. "You are the sick guy at the bar. How are you? Are you still sick? At the first place, you shouldn't come in there if your heart is weak."

He froze. Second after he blinked swiftly, I heard him laughed so hard in husky voice.

"Until now, you still believe that I am sick?"

Suddenly he leaned closer that caught my guard off.

"It was a lie," he whispered.

Danger knocked on my system. I hastily moved away from him until my back leaned against the fridge.

This guy placed his hands on the ref, beside my ears and locking me in between.

It was one of my dreams to be in this kind of situation; where a man will pinned me against the wall. However, the reality is scarier than my expectation.

Right now, my hands are trembling as well as my insides. I slowly lifted my eyes to look at him, and my nape hurts because he's much taller than me.

"I used you as my scapegoat during that time," he said with a grin. Using his red pouting lips, he murmured, "But I really do have a plan to flirt with you."

He stick out his tongue and skillfully licked the corner of his lips.

He's sexy, I will also admit that. Yet, it won't change the fact that he's a stupid bastard whom I showed my utmost kindness.

I clenched my fists, before my response has returned.

"Go away. If you don't, I will kick your..."

"D*ck?" he cut my words. Next after he grinned, my legs were pressed between his thighs. "Let's see if you can kick my d*ck if I hold you like this. But if you can't use your feet, why not use your hands?" His brows moved up and down, signaling a lewd gaze.

'This pervert!'

I brought up my hand to slap his face. Unfortunately, he held my wrist before I could slammed his cheek. Argh!

"Not now," he uttered. "I haven't done anything yet."

He bit his lower lip as his eyes traced my neck.

"You can slap me next time after I bit your neck."

"...!"

He winked at me then walked out.

The strength that I gathered yesterday went gone. My knees felt so frail that I needed to lean against the fridge so I could stood straight.

'This is not good. I need to stay way from that person while we're leaving together.'

"Excuse me." Someone knocked out my senses.

When my tranquility returned, I recognized the man who's standing in front of me. The man who was holding a guitar before.