Chapter 4

Her eyes widened when she saw a man lying on her bed. She instinctively clutched the towel wrapped around her body.

Who is this guy? Grandma didn't mention anything about someone sleeping here. And she specifically told me to go to the middle room. Ugh! Looks like he's fast asleep. Could he be drunk and just entered the wrong room?

She scanned him from head to toe.

In fairness, he's ridiculously handsome! But no matter how good-looking he is, I'm kicking him out of my room! What if he's dangerous? Ugh! Better get dressed in the bathroom first.

Grabbing her clothes, she rushed into the bathroom to change. Once dressed, she marched over to the still-sleeping man.

"Hey, you! Wake up!" She shook him with her right hand.

"Mmm." He only groaned in response.

If I lose my patience, I swear I'm throwing him off this bed!

"Are you getting up or not?! One!" she started counting.

"Two! What now? Still not getting up?" She smirked mischievously. "You stink! You smell like alcohol!" Her gaze landed on his school ID.

"Claude Ashford," she read aloud. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock. Oh, my! Could he be Grandma's grandson? His last name is Ashford, after all. He doesn't look old enough to be her son, so he must be her grandson. But… I still don't care! Whether he's her grandson or not, he needs to get out of this room!

"Hey! Wake up already!" she tried shaking him harder this time.

"I'm sleeping… so don't disturb me," he mumbled, scratching his head without opening his eyes.

"Oh, you think you can just brush me off? You're really testing my patience, huh? Fine!" She climbed onto the bed and pinched his nose, cutting off his air supply.

"Wake up already!" she burst into laughter.

"What the hell?!" he suddenly grabbed her hand, holding it tightly. She immediately started hitting him with her other hand, but he caught that too.

"Who are you?! And what are you doing in my room?" he demanded. He didn't even look surprised to see her.

"I'm Deanna! This is my room—Grandma Estrella said so! Are you dense? Look around you!" she snapped, growing more irritated.

He glanced around, then groaned. "Oh, God! I'm in the wrong room!"

"Told you so! That's what you get for getting drunk—you could've ended up in the bathroom instead! Now, let me go!" She struggled, but he refused to release her hands.

Her eyes widened when he suddenly pulled her closer, making her face hover inches from his while he lay on his back.

"Why are you so feisty? Are you the one Grandma mentioned would be staying here?" he asked, smirking.

"Yes! And if you don't let me go, I swear I'll spit on you!" she threatened, but he only grinned mischievously.

"Go ahead. I'll just kiss you in return."

"You pervert! And your breath stinks of alcohol!" she shouted in frustration. Without thinking, she spit on his face.

"Ugh! Disgusting!" he cried out, immediately letting go of her.

She burst out laughing at his horrified expression. He bolted upright, wiping his face furiously.

"That's gross! Ugh!" he glared at her.

"Oh, please! Your breath is way worse! And don't even get me started on how gross drunk people's vomit is!" she retorted.

"Whatever!" He stomped toward her bathroom to wash his face.

"Hey! Why are you using my bathroom?! Get out of here!" she yelled.

Ugh! My life was so much more peaceful in the province. If I had known Grandma Estrella had a grandson like this, I wouldn't have come here. Sure, he's handsome, but he's insufferable!

When he emerged from the bathroom, she shot him a glare. "Now, get out! I want to rest."

He simply smirked and lay back down on her bed. "Nope."

"Why are you so stubborn?! I'm telling Grandma on you!" she threatened.

He only chuckled. "Go ahead, but she's not here right now."

She took a deep breath, trying to control her anger. "I'm losing my patience with you!" She stomped toward him, determined to push him off the bed.

As soon as she tried shoving him, he grabbed her arm, pulling her down until she landed on his chest.

What the—?! Earlier, he smelled like alcohol, but now I can smell his cologne. And damn, his chest is solid!

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, preventing her from getting up.

"Let me go, or I'll bite you!" she threatened.

"Go ahead," he challenged.

Ugh! He's so annoying! But wow, his chest is ridiculously firm…

She slowly moved her arms, sneaking her hands to his sides. Then, she tickled him relentlessly.

"H-Hey! Stop! That tickles! What the hell?!" he shouted between laughter, squirming under her touch.

"Let me go first," she bargained.

"I don't want to," he said, laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh, you don't? Fine!" She intensified her tickling until he finally released her.

"See? You could've let me go earlier and saved yourself the trouble! Now, get out so I can rest."

He finally stood up. She thought he would leave, but instead, he gave her a teasing look.

"What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Did you feel that?" he asked.

She frowned. "Feel what?"

"You really don't feel it?"

"Feel what?!" she asked impatiently.

"That." He pointed at her chest.

She glanced down—then froze.

"You don't feel that it's… empty?" he burst into laughter.

She swallowed hard, her eyebrows furrowing. "Hey! Get back here!" she yelled as he bolted out of her room, slamming the door behind him.

Damn you, Claude Ashford! You're dead when I catch you!

Determined to teach him a lesson, she stormed out of her room.

Which one's his? The left or the right? Hmm… probably the left. He's a devil, after all!

She slowly approached the left-side room and knocked. No one answered.

Gotcha, Claude Ashford! You're so dead!

She yanked the door open, stepping inside. The room was massive, neat, and well-organized.

Where is that jerk?

Just then, she heard the bathroom door behind her open.

"Gotcha!" she spun around with a triumphant grin—only for her face to drain of color.

A completely naked man stood before her.

And it wasn't Claude.

The man yelped, immediately covering himself with his hands. "Who the hell are you?! And what are you doing in my room?!"

She clapped her hands over her eyes. "Sorry! Wrong room!"

Damn you, Claude!

But oh my god, it was huge. And long. And reddish!

Lord, forgive my sinful eyes and thoughts. Amen.

"Turn around already! Your eyes have seen enough!" the man yelled.

"Oh, please! I didn't see anything… much. I'm too young for this! By the way, do you know where Claude's room is?" she asked.

The man sighed. "Just get out of my room."

"Geez, you're grumpy! No wonder you and Claude are alike—you both deserve to have your heads knocked together!" she huffed.

Just as she was about to leave, she paused and glanced at him again. "By the way, next time, lock your door when you shower."

"So I don't have another surprise visitor like you?" he shot back.

Ugh, I want to hit this guy!

She smirked. "Not happening! And don't flatter yourself—I didn't mean to see what I saw." She rolled her eyes before slamming the door behind her.

What a disaster!

Where the hell is Claude? Ugh, forget it. I'll deal with him later. I don't want to risk seeing another—uh… thing.

She groaned, shaking her head, and marched back to her room to finally get some rest.