Tolerating The Player

ZACH’S POV

I kept thinking of how she came to bargain throughout the drive. To be honest I pitied her the instance I saw the look on her face after her posters were pasted all over the school by that bitch. Can’t Aurora just let go and let us go our separate ways.

We arrived at my house and I was grateful. I loved being alone with my peace and quiet since I’m used to it already.

“You’re sleeping over today” I said and she didn’t look surprised. Aurora wanted her to sleep over which I clearly don’t know the reason for. She’s a jealous bitch and even though we were not dating she would still want to be all over me.

I could dismiss her by eight just like I did the other day but a part of me wants to keep her around for some while. Perhaps it’s because of her meekness and naiveness.

“Can I at least call Maya with your phone?” She asked. I wanted to say yes and give it to her but I don’t want to be that soft on her so I said no wanting her to beg more then I would give her a condition. I was starving.

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I walked in the house feeling all tired and my legs hurt from my boot, I removed the fucking boots and laid on the couch with my head up.

I noticed her presence and debated on what my first assignment to her could be, “Get me water!” I commanded but in my gruff tone.

She reluctantly went into the kitchen while I continued to rest my back on the chair. It had been hurting for no reason.

She was taking too long to return with just a bottle of water so I stood up and entered the kitchen to see her staring at the pictures on my fridge but she was particularly staring at a picture of my mother that was in her hands.

Within this short while I’ve known her, I knew how curious she could get about something and won’t rest until her questions are answered and explained but not today.

I reached for her but she didn’t seem to notice my presence.

“I asked for water!” I said and she screamed in fear almost immediately. I kind of knew she would scream and it was fun trying it out on her.

“You don’t have the right to meddle in my affairs’ ‘ I said and moved closer to her till she was stuck in between my body and the fridge.

I could feel her breathing seized and her heart raced faster. I snatched the picture from her hand and pinned it back on the fridge before reaching for the bottle of water in her hand then I left for the living room.

I returned to the couch and sat on it with my bottle of water in my hands as I drank it thirstily. The water suddenly made me hungrier.

“So what are we going to do all through the night?” She asked. I wanted to reply her with foreplay but I decided to keep it cool and maybe not give her a little heart attack so I said nothing.

“Where am I even going to sleep?” She nagged again and her questions were getting too fucking much.

“Can you cook?” I asked to divert her from asking me questions and perhaps keep her busy.

She walked into the kitchen and I wondered how she was comfortable in a sweatshirt by this time of the day in a hot period.

But to admit it she had a really nice body shape especially when you’re not looking at her annoying face but her behind.

Different thoughts started to ravage through my mind and I wanted her body underneath mine. I let that thought shove away because she was never going to let me and even if she does, she would expect me to play the role of a fucking boyfriend.

“Gah!!” I suddenly heard a groan from her and rushed into the kitchen. She had cut herself with the knife but was trying to hide her hands away from me.

I reached to take her hand in mine and the cut on her finger was really deep. Fuck she was really bleeding.

I held her by the waist and led her out of the kitchen to the bathroom where the first aid kit was. Her waist was really a tiny one and looked almost unreal. If she were to be Aurora I would have called it plastic. I loved the way my hands covered her entire waist but I shoved the thought out of my head. Nothing’s happening.

We entered the bathroom and I placed her hand under a running tap to wash off the blood but the blood didn’t stop rushing out of her soft and warm hand.

“Why do you have to be so careless?” I asked.

“I’m not used to the knife,” she humbly replied. I removed her finger from the tap and brought it to my mouth to blow it dry. Then I noticed how much she had been staring at me.

“Stop staring” I contemplated and she blinked her eyes rapidly trying to look away as if I didn’t just catch her.

The bleeding had reduced so I applied some methylated spirit and a band to heal it faster. I was hungry and couldn’t just leave the food there so I offered to cook the food. I started off by slicing and chopping the vegetables she couldn’t chop then she entered the kitchen to watch me perform magic.

“Is she your mother?” She asked, I knew I was to expect this question from her anyway.

“I’m sorry for asking though, never mind” she immediately added when I didn’t reply to her first question.

“She was my mum” I answered in a short sentence. She was expecting me to say more but then it’s such a disappointment I guess.

She returned back to the living room while I continued with the food and in no time it was ready so I dished both mine and hers.

I carried her food to give to her but realized I was being too nice so I left it on the counter and carried mine alone.

I saw her laying but her gaze was on me before she stood up to get her food.

The time flew by really fast and she was asleep already. Shit I had forgotten to show her her room and she would wake up with terrible body pain if she slept on the couch.

I reached for where she was and carried her in my arms, she was so light that it almost looked like I wasn’t carrying anything. I watched how her eyelashes covered her face and her melanin skin glowed under the fluorescent lightbulb. I bet she would have been better if she took care of her body and closet.

I carried her up the stairs and laid her on the bed. I turned my back to leave but noticed she was still in her normal outfit. I wasn’t supposed to care and I don’t know how it happened but I saw myself caring when I went to take my clothes and started to undress her.

I turned off the lights so it’ll be difficult for me to see her naked body as I pulled off her old clothes and wore her a new one and to be very honest she’s a deep sleeper.

She wasn’t wearing any bra and I was surprised because this would be the first time I’m seeing a lady without a bra. Her body felt warm and soft under my touch and I had to control the urge not to reach and pinch her tiny nipples.

After undressing and dressing her, I closed the room door and left for the living room. On getting there I saw the screen light on my phone so I rushed towards it knowing I might have a call.

By the time I got to the phone the call had ended and it was from an unknown number. I left it there knowing the person would call back if it was urgent then my phone suddenly rang again.

I picked up the phone and the first word that came out from the caller’s mouth made my body freeze immediately. It was my Father.

“Hello, Zach, are you there son?” He asked but my body was still frozen and I couldn’t bring myself to talk so I hung up. what the hell could he want from me.

My phone buzzed again and I declined the call immediately, it kept on ringing and when I was tired of declining the call I picked it to hear what he had to say.

“Zach!” He yelled from the other side of the phone but I didn’t respond to his bitchy attitude.

“Look I know you hate me son, but you’re still my first son and you were the only child I have” he said but my brain immediately processed the use of past tense in his sentence. What could he mean?

“Zach my new wife has given birth and I want you to be at your step sister’s naming ceremony.” He said, waiting for my comment or reply.

“Hopefully you can make it!” He added and hung up. Such a scum. Anger filled my whole body and I couldn’t help but punch the walls. I realized I could wake her up and I’m not in for any of her questions so I stopped not minding the bruises and blood on my knuckles.

My father had been nothing but a terrible and good for nothing man that doesn’t even deserve to breathe the air normal people breathe in. He’s a scoundrel and the definition of a beast.

How dare him invite me to come for a stupid naming ceremony with one of the prostitutes he left my mother for. I had been trying to live without him or his help, I had been trying to build up a career for myself but the motherfucking bastard won’t stop to meddle at every fucking chance he gets.

With anger and rage in my head I left the living room to my bathroom and let the cold showers touch my skin and relieve me from my stress. I watched how the water washed off the blood stain on my hands.

After coming out of the bathroom I wore my regular night wear but my mind was still unsettled and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to sleep well tonight. Not like I have been sleeping well but I had a feeling tonight would be worse.