Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (books to read fiction TXT) 📗

 

I walk behind him and take a peek. Is he playing a shooting game? What? Did he choose to do that over sleeping? Is he out of his mind?

 

I take a deep breath, and I suddenly lose my interest in doing yoga.

 

My blood is boiling because of the actions of this old man. He is acting so immature. I grabbed his phone and shut it down.

 

"What did you do? I'm close to winning, "he whined. He quickly got up and tried to get his phone back. I glared at him and hid his phone on my back.

 

"Are you really trying to piss me off?" I seriously asked him.

 

He tousled his hair as he saw me mad.

 

"You go to bed. It's almost fucking six in the morning, "I commanded him.

 

"Watch your mouth. Who told you that you can curse?" He also glared at me.

 

"I can say whatever I want to" I talkback and he looks so annoyed.

 

I throw his phone to his chest and it's a good thing he has quick reflexes or else his phone will end up on the ground.

 

I walk away and angrily stomp my way up to the staircase. When I reached our bedroom, I closed the door with a loud bang. I throw myself on the bed and I suddenly feel tired. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it so tight. It's his pillow because it smells like him.

 

My eyes want to shut, but I am trying my best to keep them open. I have a lot of work to do today. though I have already finished some of it. The door flung open.

 

I didn't budge.

 

"I am waiting for you to finish." I heard him say, and I rolled my eyes.

 

I didn't move or react. He can't see my face because I am hiding it beneath the pillow.

 

He is acting like a kid. Um, well, we are both acting like kids. But he is more childish.

 

"Can we sleep now?" he asked again. I sat on the bed and looked at him. I threw his pillow at him.

 

"You sleep alone. I'm going to work now." I stood up and was about to go to our walk-in closet when he stopped me by holding my arm.

 

"No, you barely had sleep. Don't argue. I don't want a fight, "he said.

 

I turn to him and give him a sharp look.

 

"Seriously? Wow, after you punch someone innocent, you're telling me you don't want a fight. " I sarcastically told him.

 

He facepalmed using his free hand and pulled me close to him till our faces were only inches apart. I gulped.

Where did my courage go? I am feeling weak.

 

"He is fucking caressing your back and looking at you sensually. What do you want me to do? Observe him as he satisfies his physical desires on you? Dammit! I'd rather deal with you being furious than let him take advantage of you" he said with gritted teeth. I gulped again.

 

"You might have misunderstood him." I argued, and he shut his eyes for awhile, trying to calm himself.

 

"I'm a man too. I clearly understand what he wants based on the way he looked at you. And trust me when I tell you that I knew him too well. Back in your senior year in college, he tries to pursue you. I just pulled some strings, so you guys won't have the same schedules. I already did a lot of stupid and desperate things, and I won't let him get you from me" he said, looking so mad at Pao.

 

"You did that?" I asked, and he nodded. I am not shocked. He is Deus Cavelli, after all.

 

"Can we just let this pass?" he asked, and I shook my head no.

 

I tried to keep my distance, but he pulled me back to him.

 

"You went partying all night. You didn't even inform me. I was so fucking worried. "I raised an eyebrow at him.

 

"Stop cursing. Those words shouldn't be coming from your mouth, "he said, annoyed.

 

I don't know, but I find his annoyed expression cute.

 

"Explain," I demanded.

He scratches the back of his neck and I know he is guilty. He sheepishly smiled at me. Damn, he is so cute.