~TED YOUNG ~
What are the seven ways to get a woman right out of your house without murder?
I'm riled up. Infuriated even.
The sound of her giggles fill the air and it takes everything in me not to grab her by the arm and shove her out of my house.
I dig my teeth into my bottom lips and decide to ignore her for while. Cause I'm pretty sure she's doing all this for attention.
"Oh God, Ted! You shouldn’t miss out on this show." She screams just then, confirming my thoughts.
Rolling my eyes, I proceed to climb the stairs and corner off to my room. It's all blue inside. From the wall to the tiles, the bedspread and many objects in the room. It's only the ceiling-to-floor curtains that stand out. As it's a deep shade of black.
Earlier in the morning, just few hours after I had eaten two toast breads with a glass of lemonade for breakfast; Enid had surpisingly showed up in front of my house with my parents beside her.
That shit eating grin on her face is something I can never forget. Even as I'm now sitted on my bed sorting through some files, I can almost see that grin on her face, in every document I'm going through.
I pause, trying to get her the fuck out of my mind.
It was hard not to let them in. Or I should rephrase, It was hard not to let my parents in. I wouldn't have hesitated in slamming the door shut, had it been only her in that sleeveless silk yellow gown, standing in front of my door.
So as my parents walked inside, she automatically got the free access to get in too.
I don't want to believe it was all planned out. Cause people dumb enough to gave their child betrothed even before he's of age, are definitely not in their right frame of mind.
Never.
They simply asked about me, the company and began talking politics which I had zero interest in, and left. Which made me think it was all planned. Cause for the records, they never come visiting without calling beforehand. And whenever they do, it was for something really important.
Enid asked to stay more. And here I am, wondering how to get rid of her without having to soil my hands.
I finish sorting through the files, longer than normal. That shit eating grin had me continually riled up as it was never going to leave my mind.
I let out a yawn, a bit hungry. I wonder if she's still in the living room or has gone to the kitchen to help herself with something.
It doesn't matter to me at the moment. What matters is that I've finally gotten the idea of how to get her right out of my house.
I stand of my feet, stretching out. It's a relief that I've successfully sorted through the files I came back with, from work. It would lessen my work tomorrow. And I'll come early as well.
I run my hand over my stubble, thoughtfully, wondering if I should take a shower first and get down to get rid of Enid. I'll be leaving for a friend's place anyway. And then branch to Cassana clubhouse later in the evening.
I decide to go with that thought. Not hesitating, I pull my t shirt over my head and toss it on the bed. Then I do the same to my shorts till I'm nude.
Running my hand over my hair, I walk into the bathroom and do what I always do when I'm in. I turn on the shower and let it pour like waterfalls over head. Then I reflect on things that I've done.
I'm feeling my muscles relax slowly. It's like a calming effect on me. Like I'm on drugs. But it's just water and my weird relationship with it.
My mind wander back to it's recent activities. Like a computer being checked on. I find myself thinking about three things.
Cassana. Beth. NewYork.
It's back to the last moment I spent with her in Cassana. She had surprised me when she agreed to meet with me. Even after telling her how much I wanted to kiss her.
Then when I told her that, I almost felt like punching the table. I thought I had fucked up by telling her that. She already made it clear that we were nothing but friends. It's hard to believe though. It's evident in her eyes that she's attracted to me. I'm not sure about feelings.
Her words then had made me feel so happy. I grinned so much, my lips up to my cheeks were almost hurting.
Then she kept to her words. And she led me to a corner where she ministered life to me. Having her lips against mine was so surreal. It lited something that died within me, many years ago.
That was my moment of realization. That I didn't just like this woman.
I'm thinking of our moments in NewYork. She was concerned to the end. But it's a shame I didn't tell her the truth. My purpose of traveling which was nothing like what she expected.
I wish I kissed her again.
I let out a tired sigh and reached for the soap then I rubbed it all over me, then on my bathing gloves. It was one of my weird bathing routines.
Now the water is rinsing me clean. It's almost magical how I feel ten times better than I was before entering the bathroom.
I turn off the shower and dry my body with the towel. The bathroom room is suddenly pushed open but I'm curious to know what just happened. I don't bother to cover my nudity. I don't mind anyone seeing it.
"Ted..."
It's Enid. She's standing near the bathroom door with her hand still on the knob. She's staring, no, drooling over my body.
"What is it?!" I harshly retort with a glare. I still don't cover myself up with the towel.
Now she's inside the bathroom with her hand by her side. She's still staring at my body.
"T-Ted I was waiting for you so we'd enjoy your favourite show together while eating lunch." She mutters, half moaning.
Like she was unconsciously reacting to the sight before her.
I finally wrap the towel around my waist and slightly shake my head, walking up to her.
Her hands reach out to my body, running her fixed nails over my abs but it's more like clawing. Those nails belongs to wild animals not humans.
I fling her hand away but she takes me by surprise as she hugs me and runs her hand all over my back. She does it so quickly like she knows what I'm about to do next.
Her left is squeezing my ass and the right one is running up and down the length of my dick. I'm semi hard now. Buy not for her. Because it's only normal that I react to touch.
She's moaning like a lunatic now and it makes me disgusted at how pathetic she is. I roughly get her hand off my body and hold them together. Then I fling open the door and take no care while pushing her out.
She stumbles and fall, gasping.
"Get out right now!" I yell, a vein nearly popping out of my forehead.
"Fuck! You don't need to be violent Ted. I own you and I want you." She half screams, half plead.
I suddenly realize that she's out of her mind so I say nothing while walking up to where she sat on the floor and carried her out of the room. Roughly dropped her on the floor and got back inside my room, quickly locking the door with the key.