Chapter 192

How I wish I could also have that sort of talent. How I wish I could also have that sort of ability to simply play each and everything that was bothering me away.

Eras narrated this particular experience of last night with something of an amused and fond expression in his handsome eyes, an expression that made mine go blind as I practically considered possibilities which I am not sure are even possible yet.

I am not going to dwell on that, today my feet find their way to the guest room and I bang on it quite loudly.

I'm guessing if it was Oakley who stole my things, she will be expecting this, she should be expecting this sort of rude wake-up call and I happily give it to her.

I almost kicked the door down banging it as loudly as I can. I hope she's asleep, if she's asleep it would mean that she isn't so prepared for me as she thought, and it would mean that i had successfully disturbed her this morning the same way she had disturbed me when she decided to cart away with my thingss in the middle of the night.

Someone practically screams my name from inside the room and I smile a contented smile to myself, knowing that I have successfully annoyed her this morning, that's good.

It isn't only one of us who should be annoyed at this point. She opens the door and hands me my makeup kits, my brush, and everything else that she can't tell the things which she practically in her hands.

She chucks them at me and she locks her door muttering to herself as I see the sleepy expression that she still has around her eyes.

I practically breakdown in front of her door laughing. It seems she has gotten more than she bargained for at this point and I give myself a contented smile. I give myself a satisfied smile at the fact that for once in my life I have gotten the upper hand over Oakley.

I'm guessing now I know what to do whenever she carts away with any of my things, simply wait until she's asleep and then bang the hell out of the door.

"Are you going to keep on laughing foolishly and disturbing people who want to sleep, or are you going to go to your room and do what you want to do this morning?".

Someone's sultry voice floats into my ear with this practically rude remark, a sultry voice that I now know the true extents to its magnificence, but yet the character of the person who owns it is still embedded in each and every fibre of it.

It makes me know exactly who is speaking and I turn my head to find my brother in a sleep style mess, his face looking modelled and sleep laden.

I feel so much better at the fact that I have also disturbed his sleep and the curt apology i give him with a wave of my hand seems to satisfy him enough.

He makes his way back upstairs shooting me a glare.