Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (ereader ebook TXT) 📕

Augghhhh. I will kill him. I will kill him

I keep on walking back and forth thinking of possible ways to get out of here. The windows are not an option because they are too high. I can't kill my brother if I will be the first one to die by jumping in the windows.

The best possible thing to do is to stay here till morning. Huhuhuhu Kai, I hate you.

I sit in my sofa. I hate the idea that this room only have a single sofa. I can't even sleep here. How can be life so cruel to me.

I get a bag of chips and open the television. My eyeballs almost fall on the floor when the only movies I can see are pornography. What the hell is wrong with this one. I try to browse for more but the pics that I am seeing is getting too much to handle so I nervously turned it off.

Oh my gosh can I just delete those pictures and videos in my memories?

I just watched cocomelon in this tv with the kids a while ago. How come it turn out like this.

I am so nervous. Damn I want to cleanse my eyes with what I just saw.

I want to talk to the hotel management about this. Then suddenly an idea crossed my mind. I will call the resort receptionist to help me get out of here. I am such a genius. I am laughing in my head for my victory.

"Try harder Kaiden" I whispered and excitedly look for the telephone. I dial the number but the telephone is not working.

Huh?

I try again and again but it's not really working. I look at the telephone and trace its cord and then I saw that it was cut. Damn you, Kai. You planned this well. I am dumb, you're a genius.

I defeatedly sat on the floor and face palmed. I look for my phone to call Tres. Maybe he can get his brother out of here so I can sleep peacefully. I remember that I put it in my vanity but it's not there anymore. I look everywhere and when I can't see it, I take a deep breath accepting the fact that maybe Kai also got my phone.

I am close to exploding but I will not accept defeat. I am sure Deus has his phone with him. I can use that to call his relatives. I walk close to his sleeping body.

He is snoring for Pete’s sake. He is so wasted. I scan his body and yeah nothing change. He is still hot and sexy as before. The bulge in his pocket confirmed that he has his phone. I get closer to him and try to pull the phone out but it's not that easy. He is wearing a tight jeans making it hard for me to pull it out.

I sit in the bed and try harder to pull it out but it's not even moving. In my annoyance I hit his legs hard.

"Awww" he jerked and massage his legs. He quickly sits and ready to do counterattack. Maybe he thought he is being attacked.

He's about to blow a punch and I shrieked while trying my best to get out of the bed. I lost my balance and I close my eyes when I feel that I am going to fall from the bed.

Before that happen, I feel a warm hands in my wrist. He pulls me back to the bed. Hoooo I almost fall head first.

I became stiff when I realized how close we are to each other. He is straightly looking at me in the eyes. I gulped. He smirked.

"Love, cuddles" he whispered and I move my face away from him because he reeks alcohol. He laid in the bed again and pull me with him. I fall on his chest and that makes the atmosphere more awkward.

I try to get out of him but he is firmly holding my wrist making me stay still.

"You stink. Eww" I scrunch my nose and he kiss it. "Stooop" I said annoyed but I wonder why my heart is pounding so hard like I miss this too. I also feel the butterflies in my stomach. Tss my heart and body are going against my mind.

"Wait then" he rolled me over so I am lying in the bed and he stand up. He rushed to the bathroom.

I quickly move out of the bed and sit in the sofa. I close my eyes and take quick breathes calming my body and my mind. I thought seeing him will confirm that we don't have spark anymore but how the hell did it ignite more spark than before.

I heard the door of the bathroom open but I didn't open my eyes. I don't want to see him. I don't want to, because my feelings will just betray me. He walks to me and then carried me in the bed.

"Let me go." I opened my eyes to glare at him. He is making this hard for me. I am doing okay for the last four years. Being away from him is not that easy and here he is effortlessly destroying all the walls I built around my heart.

He made me sit in the bed and he tower over me. He blows his breath near my face and it smells mint. Just like my toothpaste. My toothpaste?

"How dare you used my toothbrush huh? Tss gross" I pointed at him using my index fingers. I am trying my best here to divert our attention to other things. I know we need to talk but I am so damn nervous. My heart is pounding, I'm sweating and my breathing is unstable.

"Stop acting like we didn't kiss before." he brushed his hair using his fingers. He makes my heart pound more. He removed his denim jacket leaving him with just a black shirt. I see that he is sweating as well. Maybe I should check the aircon's temperature.