Dead serious

After taking a long satisfying bath, I decided to go lie down for a bit to spare some time before preparing myself later tonight.

Unfortunately, Jarred was sleeping on the bed. I sat on the couch and watched him sleep. His breathing is even, calm but he has a frown on his face, like he was uncomfortable. He looked tired.

I hadn't a slightest clue what was going on inside this guy's head, he's mysterious, he's unreadable and most of all he can easily manipulate his emotions. The only thing I knew about him was; he hates smoking , disobedience and disrespect. A complete characteristic of an arrogant asshole.

I felt jealous that he was having a nice nap And so, I walked to either side of the bed and lay far enough next to him.

I yawned and set myself at ease.

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"Khalil"

I heard someone whisper. I slightly opened my right eye, still dizzy.

I felt stuffed but I was comfortable regardless.

"Khalil, i have bad news" I heard whispers again but this time i felt it. On my neck.

My eyelids immediately unfurled but I remained still, tryna figure out everything.

"Khalil" I heard Jarred's voice and a sudden electricity shot in my brain making it work properly.

I was holding his head, fingers grasping his soft dark locks as he snuggled too close in my neck, I even felt him nibbles.

My leg was placed above him as his arm encircled on my waist as his finger doodles in my back.

He again planted small kisses on my neck and pulled me into a tight hug.

"Khalil i have a bad news" his sentence became muffled

"I don't care about the bad news, just get off me" i replied

"Don't start with me right now, you started it" he replied

"What's the fucking bad news?!"

"Good morning" he stated

"What's the b-"

Oh.

"Mhmm, i wish Mr. Robbins didn't notice"

"Have you been awake or just me?"

"I've been awake with you holding me but it's morning already" he replied

"Now get off, it's not my problem anymore" I vented as I pushed him away and he seemed to accept my force limping his body till it rested on his weight.

His palm went to rub his face frustratedly as I sat up still feeling the lingering warmth left on my body.

We overslept and we missed an important event last night. By looking at how currently stressed Jarred was, I assumed he just lost tons of money last night.

For some unknown reason, a feeling of dismay and guilt was slowly crawling up my skin.

"Can you do something about it?" I asked silently

"I could, but it'll probably cost blood shed" he replied without looking at me

A chill ran down my spine as I heard his remark. It's never been impossible for a bloody fight, especially when talking about money.

"Was that person just wanting your money or something else?" I asked

"That's not what I am concerned of, he got my father's trust and he's using him against me to dig my money and supply his hideous company"

"How did he manage to get your father's trust?" I was confused, were these all happened last week?

"I didn't know, maybe they share the same brain cells." He explained visibly getting furious every second he thinks about it.

"I think i get it, the next thing he did is be a partner with your company isn't it?" I cleared and he didn't respond

"He's blackmailing you right?" I questioned hiding my anger inside.

"Eventually" he breathed.

He sat up and reached for his phone at the bedside table. He looked through his phone gritting his teeth and suddenly dialed as he stood and walked on his closet.

"Mr.Robbins?- yeah, we're sorry we didn't make it last night, just got busy" I heard him spoked dangerously low on the phone.

"Good to hear, yes" a low sinister chuckles erupted on his throat resonating deeply in the quiet room.

I got chills just by looking at him.

"Why don't you join me for a dinner and have a nice talk?" he purred gripping the base of his closet

"Alright, I'll send you the address in a minute, we'll see you later tonight then Mr. Robbins" he bid before hanging up.

His head down and suddenly laughing like a psycho. I stared at him horrified when his laughter went louder and louder.

"I see. i am fucking thrilled" he lustered talking to himself

"So? what's the plan?" I asked cautiously, I thought he might've gone mad.

He turned to me grinning but with malice.

"Let's get rid of them" he stated making me froze in my place

"That's what you mean about having fun?" I asked almost bewildered

"Then let's kill them slowly, that's amazing isn't it?" He chuckled

He's gone mad. And it's terrifying

"Jarred, collect yourself or you'll gone helpless, you deepshit" I hissed walking closer to him about to give him an upper cut but he isn't even batting an eye gazing at me expectantly

"You think I'm joking? Coz im not, Khalil, im dead serious" he moved closer eyes steady wide while gritting his teeth

"They've been giving me headache for a week now, im on my fucking edge"

I could even hear his gnashing teeth from beneath his lips, he's really furious and livid.

He can't possibly make a good plan if he's this angry.

I can't believe it. Was this the person the norms were talking about?

"Let's get rid of them only if we have to, but we must concerned about your image first" i spoke calmly trying my best to ease his anger

"Tell me do you wanna have some fun too?" He purred as he reached for my hands like a child trying to please me.

Like I could decline him.

"Sure" I deadpanned.

"Let's give them a good show tonight, yeah?"

Something isn't normal about him that I don't wanna know, it really terrifies me to an extent.

I just nodded and waited till he'd share his plan with me.