Foul

I stayed in my bed for always a week dealing with this menstrual bitch cramp. This is what I hated the most. For every month I came to feel this stupid thing, there wasn't a day I wished to be a man with a big cock.

That fucker is one hell lucky to have such. I actually envied him when I saw his thing and I even told him about it while we were at it, which made him almost question my gender and momentarily lose his arousal.

A knock on the door suddenly snapped me back to my senses. This late at night??

I got out of the bed and walked to open the door only to be annoyed with the person's appearance in front of me.

"What?' he asked

"What do you mean What?! Why are you here?!" I ranted irritated with his stupid grin. I'm still bothered and angry about what happened the last time.

"I can't be in my fiance's room?" He questioned with furrowed brows

"You can't. And I'm not your fiancee. Now, Go away!" I shooed before closing back the door but he stopped it and kept it open.

"I had a bad day" he grumbled.

With the silence of his voice and the way his expressions turned cold, I opened the door instantly and let him walk in passed me.

"I let you in because I wanted to talk about something, why's-"

"He offered a proposal and I signed it right away" he cuts in

"Is that what you wanna hear?" He added.

"You approved right away?! I thought you wanted to kill him?! And I'm guessing the proposal is something horrible?!" I blurted out, fury slowly rushing altogether at once.

"I do. I want his head off, but I can't, he held me by the neck" he ran his hand on his hair before unbuttoning his white long sleeve.

"What do you mean?"

"He gained my Father's trust and believe me when I said my Father's worse than your ex"

His father? It was the very first time I heard him talk about his family. I'm actually not surprised to know his father is another spawn of Satan.

"What's his proposal?" I asked intently

He gave me a long measuring look before slumping on my bed. Is he going to sleep here again tonight?

"It's a building project, an underground warehouse" he replied blankly and every cramp that im enduring seems to fade away and be replaced with ablaze and trembling ferocity.

"And you signed it" I spoke lowly that he might barely hear.

"I don't have a choice" he reasoned that I find too hard to believe.

"you have, and if I were you he's been torn to pieces by now" I gritted

"You're not me, unfortunately" he replied infuriating me.

"Stop making stupid excuses Giovanni, I thought you were capable of defeating him, now you're here crying for not having a choice to kill him" I blurted out fuming and my hands started to tremble as well unable to hold back the hostility I kept in.

"Where did your audacity go? Signing that project is almost spoiling him Jarred and if I knew better he'll just going to use you to build it for its own!" I explained growing exhausted. He just listened to my rants and pick the near knife on the bedside table examining it interestedly, completely ignoring me.

"Or maybe there's something else, let's say the first obvious reason, you're afraid of your father! second guess, you're being outshined with Larrison's presence and it damaged your ego knowing he's more capab-"

A flying knife lunged through just a millimeter away from my cheeks. I wasn't moving as my eyes were wide open gazing at him who has a deadly cold expression. He pick another knife and toss it into the air threateningly, the way his cold eyes glanced at me I just know that he will throw it again at me and so I quickly dodge as he threw it, then my room went completely black. He aimed through the lights switch.

I heard a shifting sound on the bed and I'm not sure if he was still there or wherever else. He's seriously frightening, and I could clearly remember how well he held my knives. What the fuck is he?

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked hardly keeping my voice unaffected.

"Don't you dare mocked me when you haven't proven a single thing to me or to him, you can't even protect someone you care about against him who almost murdered all of them"

Every ounce of my dignity dried out as I heard those words he gritted behind my ears.

"Hearing those insults come out in your stinking mouth made me question why I even kept you this long and alive by my side when all you ever did good was to suck my dick" He uttered in a pure offensive tone that makes me feel completely violated.

"Know your place Conrad" he muttered before he decided to leave my room as I remained standing pathetically recollecting every single word he rubbed in my face.

No proper thought I could construct in my head since he spoke those foul words, no certain replies, no complaints but there were these strong feelings I kept enduring the moment he walked out of my room.

Regret.

Betrayal.

And ridiculed.

It makes me want to slap him hard but I'm in no place to do such. He made me feel small and cheap that it hurts to even mutter disapproval.

A single tear escape my eyes and as I felt it roll down my cheeks, a certain spot stung I quickly pat that area and felt moist.

The first person who scratch my face with my knife.

Excellent!

I headed to the bathroom and tap the switch, I stared in the mirror checking my face and there are almost two inches of straight wound bleeding and staining my pale white skin. I immediately wash out the drops of blood and applied ointment before covering it with a bandaid.

Slumping my body on the bed when his fragrance suddenly invaded my nose. I cursed before throwing every cover and pillows away making sure no lingering smell of him left.

I swear to God, even if I am not worthy to swear. One day, he'll beg for me, All of them will beg for me.