As I sat down, my cardigan flared up towards the side which caused showcasing of my hickeys. I saw him looking at those marks and embarrassed, I pulled the cardigan back to myself not wanting to give him an idea that I was showcasing or doing it on purpose or anything. Then I cleared my throat to gain his attention and he looked back at me which made me even more nervous. Instead of saying the things that I planned and made a list in my mind, like a fool I said: "My head hurts!" and to keep my words I held my head as if it was really pained meEven though, after taking the medicines it was not throbbing like beforehand still like a Chameleon I changed my colour and was bound to act because of my stupid mouth. But as the sarcastic person he is, he had to give me a sarcastic reply. I just told him that my head hurts but he had to say that he was a not a doctor and all.

　　Always a jerk!


　　But then also I tried to keep my anger in the other side as I talked to him.

　　"Umm I am here to ask you something else!" I said as he looked up at me. He looked at me like a way as if he was trying to read me or something but that kind of made felt intimidated for which I looked the other way avoiding his eye contact.

　　"And what is it?" he asked and I watched he took the paperweight in his hand and held it in his palm


　　Now how am I supposed to ask him how does he feel after what I did to him the previous night?

　　"Umm. Wha- What-t" I cursed myself for stammering at a moment like this and the fact that he raised an eyebrow and nodded as if urging me to complete my sentence made it even more uncomfortable.


　　"What happened y-yesterday?" I said in one go but did stutter in the middle.

　　What!

　　What do you mean by 'what happened yesterday? As if you don't know! Ask 'What is he feeling?'

　　Damn nervousness!

　　He isn't going to kill you!

　　He narrowed his eyes at me and pulled his glasses off before looking straight in my eyes, he asked: "You don't remember?"

　　Yeah! Now what?

　　You don't remember? my inner-self mocked me and I shifted in my seat, scratching my forehead I replied "No! I don't!"

　　To say I was beyond angry would have been an understatement. The man said that he doesn't know anything and he saved me the night because I was drunk and he brought me home and I slept.

　　"T-That's it?" I questioned shocked by his behavior. How does he not remember what happened in between that 'brought home' and 'slept' part? Well, honestly I remember clearly that the man I was kissing and mauling were no other man by him. Yes, I do remember hugging and cuddling against a man and clearly, I remember his face. It was indeed Zachary. How dare he? Acting as if he doesn't remember anything. Or was it nothing for him? Was it meant nothing to him? Well, it doesn't mean anything to me as well. But the thing is when I can come all the way up here and as him about it then how dare he tell me he doesn't remember? I thought I was the one who was drunk last night. What happened to his brain? And what about all these hickeys and love bites? Don't tell me I kissed myself. My lips won't even reach my neck. What the fuck?

　　He even confirmed that that was all. Fine! then if he doesn't care then why should I care about it?

　　"Oh Fine!" I said and got up from the seat. I smiled at him but all the while glared at him and turned around to leave.

　　"Who does he thinks of himself?"

　　"He ain't a model or prince charming"

　　I looked back at him when I reached the door "Every man is same and stupid!"

　　I left his room and dashed towards the kitchen where I asked the cook to make me something to eat. I would easily eat Zachary's head in the moment because I was so hungry. As I waited sitting on the kitchen counter waiting patiently for Hilda who was our cook to finish up, Zachary walked in and looked at me. I crossed my arms across my chest and avoided him.

　　I have decided. I will never talk to him ever again. He can go to hell if he wants to as if I care. He went to the fridge and took a bottle of water out and gulped it down and then looked at me.

　　Stop looking at me!

　　"What are you cooking Hilda?" he asked but all the while looked my way.

　　Why are you looking at me? Is my name Hilda or am I the one who is cooking?

　　"Sir, I'm making Ciorba de fasole cu ciolan" (Bean soup with hocks) Hilda looked at me and smiled to which I returned with my own.

　　"Make sure you don't serve it hot. Somebody's brain is already hot today, it would blast" Zachary said and smirked looking my way. There was a cucumber next to me where I was sitting. I took it and threw it at him which he caught easily and took a bite from it and walked out with a smug look out of the kitchen.

　　"Madam, should I serve it hot or should I cool it?" Hilda asked and I looked at her blinking my eyes thinking should I glare at her or should I throw a cucumber at her too?

　　As it was the noontime, I fell on the bed like a lioness who likes to rest after having a heavy meal. I could even look at my stomach from my lying position.

　　"I ate too much!" I laughed and crossed my leg and took my phone as I went through it searching for an online game. I was halfway through the game 'The Subway Run' when I heard the bell ringing.

　　"Who came here?" I thought as I threw the phone on the bed and walked out of the bedroom, down the stair and watched as a maid opened the door.

　　"Juliette!" I gasped when I heard the voice and when the maid stood out of my sight, I found myself running to my family who stood there looking towards my direction with happiness in their eyes.

　　"Mom!" I jumped and pulled her into a hug and she returned it pulling me up to her.