Taking the bad bully.

Chapter 7

[His an asshole]

Written by: Blessing D writes

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     Nora's POV

I started off to work without wasting of time. Time is moving pretty fast.

I brought out the ingredients I bought then washed cleaned the chicken to be used. Boiled in with some ingredients and started with the rest. 

Being the first time for me, I spent up to an hour and wasn't still done with the cooking but almost done.

Fifteen minutes later, I dished out the meal and carried it to the dinning room. 

Sweating like a mad dog I called out to him but it's seems he wasn't down. He might be up in his room, I thought then climbed up the stairs.

I got to his room and knocked on it but didn't hear any reply. After standing there for a few minutes I pushed the door open and got in.

My eyes settled on the bed where I saw pictures. Damaged pictures spread on the bed. 

Then I moved closer to the bed and picked up the pictures which has been cut into pieces.

I fixed them together and realized who it was. it's Betty's picture.

Why will he cut her pictures into pieces? Have they broken up?

Maybe, considering the way she ran away, they might have split up.

But, she ran away, meaning she did something wrong.

I wonder what she did that made her ran away even from a challenge with me. It's suprising cause they were kissing each other the other day. Who knew something of this such could happen?

I was still holding the pictures together when I heard his husky voice. I flinched and the pictures fell off my hands and poured on the floor and on his bed.

He stared at me with a very straight face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He hushed.

He just came out from the bathroom and he is only on towel, water dripping down his bare chest, his hair curled and gulued to his face making him look so hot and sexy.

Geez, what am I thinking? I thought and snapped out of my day dream.

He walked dangerously up to me that I feared he might slap me.

He got to where I stood and stopped but started moving closer to me again which made me move back until I fell down on top of the bed.

My heart skipped when he also climbed the bed  crawling up to me. 

My eyes shook in fear and shock.

"Always mind your business and don't you ever, don't ever show up uninvited. Don't think we have become close because you make meals that aren't even tasty for me. You are my servant, my slave, get that into your f**k*d up skull and get lost!!!" He thundered as his eyes burned into mine.

His words hit me hard. It's painful to hear that my meal is tasteless and that am just his servant, his slave. 

I got up from the bed in a rush and ran out of the room, out of the house and to the street in tears.

I don't no why but it really hurt. It hurt, probably because he is the first person that tasted my meal and is the first person that also commented about it. 

Even if it's was tasteless he shouldn't have said it in that way. What was I expecting? He is a bully, someone that takes pleasure in hurting others.

He is not only good in verbally hurting someone, he is good in every aspect. He is too mean.

I hate him. 

I continued running and crying down the street, I don't even no where am headed but I just want to get away from him. I don't want to ever see him again. 

People I came across kept staring at me but I ignored them, shortly I saw a cab. I flabed it down then got in, I told him my house address and he took off staring at me occasionally through the front mirror.

When we got home, I made to pay but realized that I left without my bag. 

Damn! I guess I'll have to get it early tomorrow morning. 

I cleaned my teary face and got down. "I'll be back with your money" I told him.

I ran into the house, got some money then ran out back and paid him, then he left afterwards. 

Luckily non of my siblings or father saw me and the look on my face, only a few maids saw me.

I went straight to my room and laid down to continue crying my eyes out.

     Scott's POV 

After I'd put on my clothes I climbed down the stairs then to the dinning to have the meal she prepared.

The truth is, everything I said to her is a lie. I got annoyed seeing her staring at Betty's ruined pictures. I lost it and told her those hurtful words tho I don't mean it but I don't regret saying it that much because she has to learn not to poke her nose in what does not concern her.

Where is she anyways? I wondered as I opened the covered plates of meals. The auroma of the meals filled my nose and made my tummy rumble.

I thought she said she doesn't cook. I wonder how she cooks and it's still end up tasting like cookings of those food expert. 

I took out my fork and my table knife and started digging into the meal. It's really delicious, no lies.

After some minutes I was done eating and still didn't hear anything or see her.

Where has she gone to? I wondered and got up from my sit, I saw her bag lying on the couch then I went ahead to look for her outside.

I inquired about her from the securities and they told me she had ran out in tears.

Hmm in tears? Did my words really get to her? Did she go home? What if she has gotten hit by a car? Different thoughts flooded my mind but I shook it off and went to sit at the sitting room waiting for her arrival.

She surely won't let her bag sleep over here, will she? No, she will come back.

Next morning. 

I opened my eyes and stared around.

I can't believe I slept here on the couch while waiting for her to come pick up her bag. She really left her bag.

I got up from the couch and started climbing up the stairs but stopped when I heard someone knocking at the front door.

I turned back, went and opened the door to see her.

Nora.

"I'm here for my bag, you don't have to worry about me coming without getting invited" she stated blunty, walked pass me, got hold of her bag and started leaving.

When she got to the door, the word "stop" slipped from my mouth.

She stopped and turned to stare at me.

TBC