I grab the bottle, ignoring him as I search the bathroom, looking for somewhere to hide it where he isn’t likely to look. The only storage is beneath the counter, everywhere else he will see it. And I’m not sure what kind of answer I could give him as to why there is a bottle of ketchup in the bathroom.
“I’m sorry, okay?” He calls through the door. “I handled everything yesterday terribly.”
Shit.
“Don’t worry about it!” I yell back. I’m still pissed at him throwing that folder in my face. I’m not entirely sure why I told him the whole story, I guess I didn’t want another person looking at me like all those people did. He made me feel dirty.
If there was any guilt left about the shoes, those thoughts burn them away. He deserves all of this.
“Olivia, you can’t avoid me.” He growls through the door, his tone changed.
I roll my eyes and crouch, shoving some things out the way inside the cupboard as I shove the bottle right to the back and then pile up things in front of it, just in case he does decide to look in here. I rush to stand, smacking my head on the counter as I rise.
“Ow!” I yell, rubbing the spot.
“Are you okay?!” His fists slam on the door, “Open the door!”
His fists hit the wood so hard the whole door rattles. I unlock it and throw it open, Malakai immediatelystepping into me, his sweaty chest pressing into mine. I hold my breath as his hands come to my body, checking for injury,
“Jesus Christ!” I slap his palms away, “I’m fine, you overbearing buffoon.” Abe is clearly rubbing off on me.
“What happened?” He doesn’t stop searching.
“I bumped my head,” I slap his hands again, “Get off me.”
“Show me.” He demands.
“Fuck off!” I hop away from him, “You’re being ridiculous.”
He shoves his hands into his pockets, tilting up his chin as he looks down his nose at me. “What were you doing?”
I narrow my eyes, shoving my hands on my hips, “Can’t a girl have some peace in the bathroom?”
“Sure, she can, but only when she doesn’t run in there like her ass is on fire.”
I huff, “I’m going out. I need a change of scenery.” I decide there and then, heading into the closet for a change of clothes.
He doesn’t answer and locks himself in the bathroom. I pick out a cute, knitted dress with some tights and my knee-high boots, laying them out on the bed. I glance at the bathroom door, still hearing the shower, so quickly change out of my leggings and oversized sweater and into the new clothes. By the time I’m done and running my fingers through my braid to loosen it, Malakai comes out of the bathroom, a towelwrapped around his hips.
“I’ll come with you.” He tells me before he turns into the closet and returns with an all-black suit and those ketchup filled Prada shoes.
I’m not sure I want to be around when he puts them on.
“I’d rather go alone,” I quip, zipping up my boots and heading for the door.
“It wasn’t a request.”
“It wasn’t an invitation.” I bite back.
I hear him getting dressed behind me and purposely keep my back to him to save getting an eyeful. Granted it’ll be a pretty view, but I have to keep my wits. There’s a reason the devil is beautiful, he likes to lure you in with pretty promises and a dazzling smile only to eat your soul when you end up in his grasp.
Sure, I’d fuck Malakai in a heartbeat, have done several times in my head, but that’s where that’ll stay. Imaginary. Because I already signed my soul over, he isn’t having my body too.
When it’s been a respectable amount of time, I turn to him, finding him sitting on the bed, one shoe in hand.
That’s my cue.
“Have a great day, Malakai!” I flee out of the room and I’m just at the top of the stairs when his bellow chases me down them.
