HIS NAME

What the... The nerve! The balls he has, huh! Can I kill this jerk? I need lessons, yet the he-goat has eaten four pancakes so far? Give me a break! Besides, I am sure I am not that terrible! He is being a huge irritating dick in my sore ass for nothing!


"Do I also need lessons on how to babysit a drunkard?" I shoot, and I swear, I expected something more than just an annoying, simple stare.

"That," he says flatly, brushing his eyes on mine slightly as he concentrates on his tea. 'I can't commend something I didn't witness, right? I blacked out, and I saw you just this morning."

Simple! I love his answers!


No! I fucking hate him!

I'm mentally grinning at myself and cursing this dude and his hard balls a million times! He has got some freaking nerve! His conceit is pure bliss, which I must commend! His middle name should be Arrogance. Mr Annoyance! Or better still, Mr. Dick! Yeah, the latter suits him well.


Speaking of names…

"Back to where we left off last night. What..."

"Excuse me!" He cuts me off, his expression raw but with a tinge of confusion. He leans in, abandoning his cup of tea as he cocks his head toward me. 'We left off? Did... Did something happen between us?" He asks, dropping his pancake back on the tray.

Huh? Aside from hard-grilled, annoying balls, he quite has a dirty mind, huh? What is he thinking? I furrow my eyes, a mocking grin plastered on my lips. "Wait, don't tell me you think we had sex?" I question.

"Well, your statement was quite alarming. Go straight to the point."

"It is not my fault that you have a dirty mind, or that you were dead wasted last night. You wouldn't have lasted even a second in the game." I am sorry, I swear the last sentence just rolled out of my lips. It was so unintentional. I don't even talk dirty, so I don't know where it came from.

Just like me, he rests his arms on the table as he leans against it, closer, almost bridging the gap between us. I quiver as he looks intently into my eyes, but I agree to the staring challenge he is offering.

"Are you sure? I still have some stock," he points to the fully stocked liquor parlor. 'How about we experiment with that now, Ellie? Let us see if, after consuming two bottles of whiskey, I won't be able to bring you to the edge and have you fill this entire house with moans of my name. I bet on everything that I have that you will be crying, begging me not to stop pounding on you after an hour."

Shit!

Fuck his dirty mouth and his stupid bets!

Ghosh!

At least he can recall my name. He looks like a devil right now. His flaming eyes daring me to challenge him. To accept his dirty challenge. I would love to, but just not this way. There are simply things I don't gamble with. This is one of them. Besides, what if he decides to go rogue on my sweet pot of honey for insulting his ego, huh? Who will I have to blame? No, man! I am out on this one, and not even your gawddamed, bewitchingly sexy looks can win me on this one.

"Who are you? What is your name?" I ask, completely changing the topic. I even hate starting on that road because I am burning from his dirty words.

"Damian Almenda."

Damian!

Beautiful name, but the owner is just gross! At least I won't have to call him stranger when he blacks out again. The name is so easy to roll out _ Damian!

"So, are you up for the experiment?" He asks, his eyes still on mine.

I bank my eyes on his daring face. He even wore a smug, as if that would lure me to his sinful trap. "To hell with you and your experiments!" I say as I stand up to clear the table.

He can go and dare the devil for all I care, but me? Naah!

I return the tray to the kitchen without mumbling another word to the haughty dickhead. His top-notch arrogance is just so annoying. He must be feeling high and mighty right now because I declined his challenge, thinking that I am afraid. The smug on his face speaks volumes. He can believe whatever he wants to massage his ego. I give no fuck!

I don't discern why he is daring me, though. I mean, he completely blacked out, right? What possibly could he have done in such a condition? He was completely wasted. He looked like a dead dick. A useless cabbage! I even freaked out at that. And now he goes all egocentric on me just because I stated the truth? Wow!

I drop the dirty utensils in the sink and walk out. He is still in the dining area, but I dare not go there. I saunter to the couch. I don't want to give him a chance to irritate me further. I might end up putting the first dent in his flawlessly gorgeous face. I park myself on the couch, reflecting on the graph of my life from this moment on.

What do I do?

Damn!

As early as now, I am finding this life incredibly boring. No work to do. I don't even have a phone to keep me occupied for a brief period of time. There are no places I can go to. I do, in actuality. I am itching to go to the beach, the malls, and the great historical sites over here. Mombasa is a big city. There are quite a lot of places that I could go to, but I am afraid to wander around aimlessly in the open due to the possibility that my father may have already sent out a search squad for me. I am already missing my eccentric buddies so much. I wish I could call them, but I can't. I can't risk it. How long can I cope like this? I am not at all suited to this life. Perhaps I should simply scroll through my laptop to take in my accomplishments. Yeah!

I start pulling myself up, but I find myself dropping back to the settee when this guy's voice startles me.

"You are lost."

I am?