“Go out...I have this thing I have to go to tomorrow, and I am going to be so
tired.” I laughed still feeling the slight buzz from my wine. “Something tells
me that I am not going to feel that well at dinner tomorrow,”
I didn't turn around, or say a word. I just nodded and waved as I reached my
porch. I let myself inside dropping my clutch on the counter and then took
my wedges off. I could see Maria had left me a note.
I laughed aloud to myself. Oh, if she only knew how much I dislike 'Mr.
Hotty Pants'. He is a rude, obnoxious, player and I cannot wait until this little
article is written so I can get rid of him. I walked to my bathroom in my
master bedroom and stood in front of the vanity mirror debating on whether
or not to take his advice and take the damn asprin with some water. I opened
the vanity to my medicines taking out the bottle. I popped two in my mouth
and washed them down with some water from the faucet.
“You should really lock your doors, Vanessa. Someone could sneak in and do
some
really
bad things to you,” a male voice says sexily from behind me
making the warmth inside of me return.
“What the hell are you doing in my house, Ben?” I ripped the letter from his
hands. “You scared the shit out of me!” I smacked him in the chest with the
letter making a crunching sound.
“Remind me how that is any of your business who I call?” I said as I walked
past him into my bedroom. I grabbed my robe off of my bed and threw it
over my shoulder.
“Oh, yes I can. Aunt said to do whatever was necessary,” he was right at the
other side of the door now.
“It doesn't mean breaking and entering into my house, Ben,” I opened the
closet door to see him standing there, jaw flexed. I swallowed hard staring
into his blue eyes. I quickly looked away as it felt as thought I was being
sucked in by a force.
“Whatever, I have got to go to sleep. I'm already feeling the bags form,” I
whined yanking my finger from his grasp. “Good-bye, Ben.” Frustrated, I
ripped my covers back and got in bed, throwing my covers over my head so I
didn't have to see him any longer.
“Nope, sorry... no can do,” I said from under the blankets. The sheet puffed
up with every breath of my sentence. “I have plans tomorrow evening,” I
smiled slyly.
I wish he could see me sticking my tongue out at him right now. “Fine, just
go away,”
“Goodnight, princess...” he hollered from down the hallway. I removed the
blankets as I was feeling utterly smothered.
I grabbed a pillow as all I could do was scream into it. I was still embarrassed
about what happened at that run down diner Ben took me to, and am so angry
that I feel the urge to do everything I am asked to by Ellen. I should have
stood my ground and told her absolutely not, but I didn't and this is the
consequence I have to pay to make Mrs. McGurthy happy. What is the
consequence you ask? Ben of course... I groaned into my pillow. I sit up
quickly, grabbing my cell phone. Screw this, screw Ben... I am texting
Jordan. I smile.
I awaken to the sun shining through my gray-sheer curtains, gracing my tan
skin with warmth. I moaned as I stretched my arms and legs out of total
comfort in my feather-down bed.
“What time is it?” I groaned aloud as I rolled over toward my glass
nightstand. I had no clue how long Jordan and I had text for last night, but I
do know that the sun was starting to rise and that I now have a date for my
parents dinner. Ben doesn't need to know that I invited him, it will be mine
and Jordan's secret.
I reached my hand up to my face then rubbed underneath my eyes. “Shut the
hell up, Ben, and why are you still here?” I yelled at him. “This is
harassment,”
“I'm just doing my job,” he places his hands behind his head, his ankles
crossed making himself comfortable. “I should have snuck in here after you
started snoring around six this morning. Your couch is seriously
uncomfortable. I couldn't sleep,” he frowned.
“Your job is to teach me how to play men,” I huffed. “Not to sleep in my
house, oh my God!” I ranted as I grabbed my robe then made my way into
the bathroom. I could hear him laughing in the distance which pissed me off
even more so I slammed the bathroom door then locked it quickly hopping
into the shower.
I washed, dried, did my hair, and then make-up as I was hoping to see an
empty bed when I walked out of this bathroom. I tapped the slight bags under
my eyes gently. Who am I kidding? I look like hell! This is why I was never
into the whole partying/staying up all night thing when I was a teenager.
“What the hell do you know about beauty?” I put my robe back on. “And I do
not snore,” I unlocked the door then flung it open. I walked into my bedroom
to see he was messing with his phone while still lying on my bed.
“No I don't, and at least take your shoes off when you are on my bed,” I
smacked his feet with my hands as I took a quick look at my phone. I had a
text from my mom sent earlier this morning telling me not to forget to pick
up cupcakes from Eye Candy Bakery.
I threw on a dress like I had on last night-black and strapless hugging my
petite frame. Except for this one is to my knees. I swept my blonde hair up,
letting my bangs lay sideways across my forehead. I finished up with half
carat diamond earrings from Tiffany's that I had treated myself to last
Valentine's Day, and slipped my french manicured toes into black stiletto's
ready to conquer the day with my family and Jordan...without Ben.
“Huh?” I mocked. “I said, never mind about the cupcakes,” I waved as I
wondered into the kitchen. I stuck my cup under the single cup coffee
machine and let it fill with the freshest cup of coffee. I closed my eyes for a
moment as I still felt incredibly drained.
“Yes, they are Eye Candy cupcakes, Princess,” he took a drink from his
coffee. Apparently he has made himself quite at home. I am beginning to feel
extremely angry.
My eyes went wide as I stood there in shock. My cup dropped from my
hands, shattering on my wood floors as I feel my body go numb. Hot coffee
everywhere.
~
I quickly, and furiously changed my clothes as I had ordered for Ben to clean
up the coffee mess. I settled for casual as I threw on my rhinestone-studded
jeans and a pink dressy top. I am stressed as I know indefinitely that I am
officially screwed... Jordan is coming to dinner.
“Ben, I seriously don't think we should talk right at the moment,” I said
breathlessly. I strutted past him then grabbed my purse and threw everything
in it from my clutch.
“Vanessa, look...” he grabbed my arm then spun me around to face him. I
pulled my arm away as I slung my purse over my shoulder. “I am sorry, I
should have told you,”
“You think so?” I looked at him in disbelief that he could stand here and say
that. “That was probably a serious detail that could have been mentioned
yesterday,”
“I'll see you at my parents house,” I got into my car and before I could shut
the door, “Oh, and don't forget the cupcakes,” I reminded him, then shut my
door and started the car.
As I backed out of my driveway I watched Ben's frame just standing there as
he stared at me with a smug look upon his face. He looked like a little lost
puppy dog. It kind of broke my heart to see his facial expression that way.
Right now I am seeing an entirely different side of Ben apart from his cocky,
player attitude.
I stopped at the end of my driveway and sat there staring at him for a
moment. I sighed putting the car back into first gear. I let it slowly inch it's
way back up my drive.
Why is he doing this to me? Why am I being so nice
to this extremely sexy jerk?
“I know... never again,” his voice was soft and low. I looked back towards
his car. “Vanessa, I am so sorry,”
“Don't forget the cupcakes,” I remind him again. “I forgive you,” I say in
monotone.