peace of mind
He wasn't there.
Thank God.
I noticed that at the side of the bed, my suitcase was neatly placed. Maybe it would be a good idea to take a bath. I needed to cool down anyway, just to relax. Grabbing whatever clothes I needed, I headed back to the bathroom and filled the tub. I removed my clothes, threw my robe over me and sat on the vanity of his bathroom. Again, it was such an elegant place to be in, mixed with a pinch of modern men's style.
Leaning my head against the mirror, I closed my eyes.
Ah, peace of mind.
"Becky!" A voice roared, suddenly bringing me back to my senses.
Jumping off the vanity, I quickly closed the tap and listened until the beast spoke again.
"So help me God if you don't open this bloody door right now I swear I would fucking murder you inside there and enjoy it!"
"Calm your tortillas Grandpa, I'll be done soon." I retorted with a tired yawn, frustrated at him.
"I've been waiting for over an hour." His voice seemed impatient.
One hour, wow, I really knocked out.
"What are you doing in there?" He knocked the door in annoyance, "Open the door for me right now!"
"Uhm…..No?"
I scoffed sitting back on the vanity spitefully.
I swore I even heard him growled at me, "Open. This. Door."
"I'm naked you idiot."
"Becky!" He seethed and in that exact moment the door swung open, causing me to jump off the vanity.
"Sinister!" I squealed upon seeing him.
"Yobonaya Suka."
"Look, I find it highly disrespectful to enter upon a lady when she's indecent." I scowled, tightening the robe around me.
He started walking towards me,"I'm tired of this shit Miss Grey."
"And I'm tired of you Mr Salvatore."
For some reason, I took a step back for everyone he took towards me.
"Are you?" He asked with a wicked tease.
"Y-yes." I staggered a bit.
"My sweet little baby's afraid of me?"
"I never said I was afraid of you, I said I'm tired of you."
He smirked in content.
"So tell me, what's the difference?"
This arrogant bastard.
"I don't know and can you excuse me? I need to finish up and get dressed." Taking one more fatal step back, I tripped and plunged into the tub. Sinister looked at me with almost pity and he shook his head. Trying to get up, I couldn't. My ankle ached so badly I couldn't even stand up.
"Idiot, let me help you." He smiled extending his hands towards me while leaning over the tub.
"No! I don't need your stupid help!" I slapped his hand away, attempting to get up but it was futile.
Almost as if waiting for me to say that, he suddenly scooped me up into his arms.
"What are you doing? Put me down! Put me down right now!" I frowned hitting him uselessly on the chest.
"You really are a pain Suka."
He placed me on the sofa and stopped to my level, "Show me."
"What?"
"Where you're hurt."
"No."
In that precise moment, he pulled my ankle for his view.
"You bastard!" I cried.
"silenzio! You are giving me a headache."
"Don't touch me!" I tried pulling away but he kept a sturdy hand on me.
"Nothing's wrong with you, you'll be fine." He stated gracing his hand in my foot.
There was something about the way he was touching me, slowly moving his hands up to my calf. I was having this odd sensation, it felt almost…. Drugging.
"Stop!" I forced myself to say and turned my head slightly away, "Your girlfriend wouldn't like this."
He chuckled at that, "Here you go again!"
"Just leave me alone pleade! I promise I'll get ready quickly." My voice almost felt sore.
"Let me help you."
"No," I pulled away from him, "No. No way!"
Why did it sound like I was trying to convince myself..?
"You're being stubborn Grey."
"No I'm being decent Sinister, I'm not one of your call-girls mind you."
He stared at me for more than a few seconds than he actually does, " I never said you were."
Breaking contact, he got up and walked towards the door, " Be quick." He said and closed the door.
I did. Luckily, my ankle stopped aching a bit and I was able to function a little back to normal again. Quickly slipping on an oversized sweater and a pajamas shorts, I entered his room. He say, leaning on the headboard of the bed, with a laptop and coffee in his hand.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, keeping his eyes glued to the screen.
"No."
"When was the last time you are?"
"I told you I'm not hungry!"
"You're such a child." He furrowed his eyebrows.
A sudden thought washed over me, "You asked for a room for me, where is it? Where do I sleep?"
"Here."
What!?
"But I don't see another bed." I frowned.
He didn't answer.
"No I won't." I replied, understanding what he meant.
"Then you'll sleep on the floor."
"I'm not sleeping with you Sinister."
"Your choice Angel."
Turning the laptop off and placing the coffee st the side, he dimmer the light and fixed himself to sleep. My body ached from today and there was no way I was going to sleep comfortably on the cold hard floor.
Swallowing my ego, I got on the other side of the bed and grabbed a few pillows placing them between us.
"Mind I know, what you are doing?" He asked in a raspy voice.
"Making a barrier, so don't you dare even dream of crossing this and touching me or else."
He chuckled, "Or else what Angel?"
"I will murder you in your sleep."
"Blunt. I like it. He laughed.
I sank myself into the sweet goodness of the bed and let the softness heal me. This felt wonderful. Now I'm glad I didn't sleep on the floor.
"You know." I began, staring at the ceiling, " I've never met anyone from the mafia."
"You don't say."
"Listen, Mr pissy-pant, you could try to at least be nice to me.
"Nice? What is that?"
I rolled my eyes and covered with the blanket. He was just too much.
When I thought no one would talk again , he spoke breaking the silence, " Nadia's my sister. So before your curiosity kills you, you should know. We are all family."
Turning towards him, I smiled in triumph, "Are you opening up to me now, Mr Sinister?"
"No, I'm just telling you so that you know your place and where you stand in this house."
A-hole!