Tolerating The Player

“you’re sleeping over today,” He said as he parked his car in front of his huge house.

I didn’t contemplate or complain because I just wanted the dare to be over already. I have one week more to play along.

“Can I at least call Maya with your phone?”

“No!”

“But I have to make the call, it’s urgent besides you fucking smashed my phone the previous day!” I yelled.

He rubbed his temples with his eyes closed before getting down from his car without saying anything to me.

“Uhm, hello..??” I called for his attention. He turned to look at me with his hands tucked in his pocket. He sucked on his teeth and tilted his head to the side before focusing his face on me.

“If you want me to lend you my phone then you’ll have to earn it!” He boldly said.

This guy here is totally unbelievable, after smashing my phone and making me lose my perfect job he’s here telling me to work to earn just a call?

“You realized you broke my phone?” I asked with my hands folded under my breast.

“Yup” he replied, popping the “p”.

“And you’re fully aware of the fact that you made me lose my job?”

“I am aware love” he smirked. I shut my kids tightly trying to contain all the anger in me so I don’t push him to extend the dare period.

I needed to phone Maya and tell her to pick Joe up from school so I guess I’ll have to “earn it”.

“Okay fine, I’ll do as you say but can I make the call first? It’s important” I said while giving him a fierce and burning glare.

He removed his iPhone from his back pocket and threw it at me, thankfully I caught it and I was glad it didn’t land on the floor. Not like I would have cared but I still needed to make the call.

He walked inside the house and I immediately started to dial Maya’s number before he changes his mind and as soon as I was done with the call I went inside the house.

Maya had agreed to pick Joe up from school and drop him off tomorrow morning but I had made some excuses leaving out the part that I was at Zach’s house.

I entered the house and saw him lying on one of the couches with his face up and his hand covering his eyes.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Get me water, it’s in the kitchen” he ordered through his gruff voice. I wanted to refuse but I remembered the deal I had with him. I just hope he doesn’t overuse it.

I entered the kitchen which was really big and we’ll equipped. I didn’t even know the usefulness of some of the equipment in the kitchen.

I reached for the fridge and noticed it was covered with lots of pictures that immediately captivated my eyes.

They were pictures of Zach from his babyhood to teenage good to oh well the monster he has become. His baby pictures looked cute as I admired the chubby little boy with big doe eyes. He looked the exact opposite of his baby pictures.

I noticed a woman’s picture was also on the fridge so I took a closer look at it and saw the stunning resemblance immediately. She was his mum. A really beautiful and young woman, I wondered why he’s now loving alone.

“I asked for water!” A grump voice said behind me making me scream. I hadn’t expected someone here.

“You don’t have the right to meddle in my affairs” he reached for me and I was suddenly caught up between Zach and the fridge. The more he walked closer the more I became scared then he snatched the picture out of my hand and pasted it back on the fridge before aggressively collecting the water from me.

I released the breath I didn’t realize I have been holding since he was around. I went back to the living room and he was now seated on the couch with one leg on it and another on the floor.

I wanted to ask him more about the woman and why he lived alone if he had a mother but I knew he was going to ignore me and maybe smash my head this time.

“So what are we going to do all through the night?” I asked but he didn’t respond.

“Where am I even going to sleep?!” I asked with my voice raised and he looked at my face for some while without saying anything.

“Can you cook?”

“What?” My brows furrowed as I found the question weird. So I’m his cook now? But I must admit that I was kind of hungry and needed to eat something.

I entered the kitchen and scanned through for what I could cook before my eyes landed on some noodles. It’s been a long time since I ate noodles so I decided to go for it.

I brought out the noodle packs and some vegetables, I didn’t ask if he liked vegetables and if he didn’t like them, more noodles for me.

I washed the carrots and proceeded to chop them into smaller pieces when I suddenly cut my finger with the knife by mistake.

I made a groaning loud sound and he entered the kitchen to see what was happening. I didn’t want him to feel pity on me and didn’t want to let him see the hand but he reached for me and brought my hand to his.

For the first time I’ve known him, I saw some other emotion on his face as he took me out of the kitchen to the bathroom. He brought out a first aid kit and cleaned the gushing red blood off with a cotton wool but it wouldn’t stop bleeding so he put my finger under a running tap and I felt a sharp sting but it didn’t last long.

“Why do you have to be so careless?” he said while his eyes were still fixed on my finger.

“I’m not used to this knife” I replied and he didn’t say anything more.

He removed my finger from the running water and brought it to his lips. My breathing stopped again as I felt his hot breath on my finger. I don’t know why I was feeling this way and it was definitely a toxic thing to feel.

He blew hot hair on my fingers with his mouth circled showing the formation of his small pink lips. The upper part was a perfect Cupid bow and the lower part was full and plumped.

“Stop staring” he said, he had noticed me staring at him all the while and I’m sure he thinks I’m a weirdo now.

After applying some methylated spirit and some band he led me out of the bathroom. I felt uneasy, all my head could process was to kiss those lips of his and feel something.

“I’ll continue with it” he said before entering the kitchen and I stood by him watching how he chopped and sliced each vegetable perfectly.

“Is she your mother?” I asked and I could immediately sense the anger building up In him.

“I’m sorry for asking though, never mind” I said and immediately started to walk out of the kitchen.

“She was my mum” he said and I nodded my head with an “oh” following after.

I settled myself on the couch and decided to do my assignments before he would be back with the food. In no time I was done and I sighted him coming out of the kitchen with just a plate of food in his hand.

I assumed he wasn’t kind enough to bring my food for me and my assumptions were right when I saw my food on the counter. At least he dished it.

After eating I turned on the television and decided to watch some movies on Netflix. He gave me a dating look to continue and I had to beg him to let me watch it.

I opened Netflix and checked his list, I didn’t quite see any movie of my type rather than some bunch of erotic and horror movies.

After searching for a movie that suits my taste I settled down for it but it was getting a little bit boring and I didn’t realize when sleep took over me.

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“Wake up, you don’t want to miss school!” A grumpy and deep voice woke me up. I panicked at first because my brain hadn’t processed that I was in Zach’s house.

“Good morning” I greeted but he left the room rather than responding, then reality struck me. I had slept off in the living room while watching Netflix last night and now I’m on the bed in a room.

He must have probably carried me to the room. A soft smile appeared on my face on the thought of him being nice and caring before I realized I was in his shorts and t-shirt rather than the sweatshirt and Jean I wore the previous day.

Anger and sadness grew in me immediately as I stormed out of the room.

“You undressed me?!” I yelled at him and he cocked his brows in a confusing manner.

“So?” He asked

“So, really, is that what you’re going to say? You fucking saw my nakedness yesterday!” I screamed and he pinched the bridge of his nose before rubbing his temples.

“There’s nothing to be worried about, I didn’t look,” he said and walked into his room before shutting the door.

Anger and rage filled me and I barged into his room but regretted almost immediately. Earlier on he was putting on a singlet and a sweatpant but now he was on a towel that hung right below his v-line.

“Shit!” I cussed as I left the room with my head down and I can swear if my face was to be light he would have seen some blush.