C H A P T E R 1 3
?Destroy what destroys you.?
In times of fright, a human does the first thing his mind tells him. Well, in my case, I did the second thing that my mind told me. The first thing it told me was to scream my lungs out. But the second thing that it told me, and which I actually did, was way too crazy. Yet, it was totally right.
I decided to attack the intruder.
In a snap decision, I jerked off the bed, feeling the intruder's arm fall freely from my waist. Before he could react, I swung my leg over his waist so that I was in a kind of straddling position with him, which I didn't give much thought to, and grabbed the pillow I had rested my head on.
I brought it above my head before smashing it at his face.
I heard him take a sharp intake of breath.
I didn't really know what I was doing. I had the pillow pressed on his face, which was kind of, an attempt to murder him but I didn't care, for I was solely concerned for my safety.
He, whoever he was, had intruded into my room.
And that too in the middle of the night!
Instantly, two huge arms shot out in front of me, griping my wrists before shoving me to the right, which caused me to lose my balance on him.
I let out a yelp as I fell on the bed, right next to him.
The next thing I knew, he was the one hovering over me, in the same straddling position I was in with him a few moments ago. My cheeks flushed at this.
He held my hands down on the bed, trapping them on either side of my head. He dipped his head down towards my face to take a better look.
"Who are you?!" We shouted at the same time. I struggled under him as he just stared at me. I couldn't see his face because of the dark and I was sure he couldn't see me either, but the voice sounded somewhat familiar.
"Help! Help me! Somebody please, help m-," my words were quickly muffled when he slammed his hand down on my mouth, effectively shutting me up.
"Shut up."
I didn't listen to him. I was too afraid and panicked at having a stranger in my room at midnight. I simply tried to get up, punching him in the chest, which was bare, I noticed, which only made me panic further. A naked stranger in my room at midnight?!
"Get off of me, you bastard," I groaned as I violently struggled under him, trying to get him to lose his balance, which he actually did. He fell off of the bed. Unfortunately for me, he still had a death grip over me and so he ended up pulling me down with him.
I yelped as I waited for the impact of my fall. I heard a loud groan as I felt myself land on something not as hard and cold as the floor. Luckily, I had a soft landing but to my utmost displeasure, I had landed on top of the stranger.
I instantly got to my feet. Seeing that the figure was still lying on the floor groaning in pain, I kicked him in between his legs to render him helpless so that he wouldn't try to run away.
He screamed in pain, clutching the affected area.
Without waiting for anything else, I dashed towards the door, throwing it open, only to meet the sight of a startled and shocked Mrs. Jenson and a sleepy but wide eyed Olivia.
"Oh my God, Juliet! What was that I heard in your room? Are you okay?" She asked, concerned.
"M-mom! There's a man in my room." I said urgently, looking at the door of my room, still in shock.
"What?!" Olivia's mouth dropped open. "Someone broke into the house? We should call the cops."
"Wait." Mrs. Jenson ran into the room just as the lights flicked open and I followed after her, trying to stop her lest the man attacked again.
As I entered my room, I gasped as I saw Ethan leaning heavily on the wall.
"Ethan?! What're doing here?" Mrs. Jenson asked as she rushed over to him to help him walk.
"You!" Olivia pointed a finger at him as she walked towards him, her eyes filled with fury, her sleep long gone out of the window. "What're you doing here?" She shrieked before lifting her fisted hand to punch him.
I held her back, too confused and feeling a bit pitiful for Ethan. I had a feeling this was a mistake. I mean, he despises me much so why would he even try and be near me.
"I should be the one asking her." Ethan gritted out, pointing a finger at me.
"You're the one who slept next to me and trapped me under you." I scoffed.
"I thought it was a pillow!" He defended himself weakly. "I have a habit of cuddling with a pillow when I sleep."
"Why are you in my room?" I demanded.
"That's what I should be asking you. What. Are. You. Doing. In. My. Room?!" He seethed.
"This is my room!"
"No! This is my room!"
"Oh! Shut up, you doofus! Look around," I spat.
He seemed to really listen to me for once, because he looked around the pink room.
"B-but how could this- I mean, Mrs. Jenson told me my new room was on the fifth floor of the mansion, and the first room on the left," he said, confusedly.
We all looked at Mrs. Jenson. She let out a nervous chuckle as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Oh, I said that? Well, I must have been half asleep or inattentive. Well, I'm so sorry for the confusion. Ethan, your room is first to the right," she said, walking out of my room as she pulled open the door of another room right opposite mine.
"This is your room, Ethan. This used to be Antonio's room, but since he's away living in Chicago with his girlfriend, I gave his to you.
Don't worry, everything is cleaned well and I'm sure you'll love it here," she said.
"Now, if you'll excuse me. I have to go to sleep.
Good night, everyone! And just forget what happened today.
It was just a minor misunderstanding," She said, before walking off downstairs to wherever her room was. We stared after her.
Olivia was the first to speak up. "Um...goodnight," Olivia said sheepishly to which Ethan just gave her a bored look, which Olivia chose to ignore. She, too walked away to her room.
"Well, you can leave too," I said, sarcastically polite as I pointed to the door of my room.
But did he listen to me? No, of course not. After all, he was Ethan Evans. The poster child of immaturity. Instead, he took slow steps towards me.
"I believe this is not the way to the door," I said, stepping back as he stepped a little too close. I began backing away as he rapidly decreased the space between us.
It was only when my back hit the wall when I realized he was dangerously close to me, just a few inches away. I could already hear my thundering heart in my chest. He was way too close for comfort.
He raised both of his arms, bringing it up to rest on the wall behind me, effectively trapping me.
It was only then that I took full notice of his face.
He was beautiful. I had to give him that.
He had deep dark brown eyes, almost black.
His eyelashes were so long that I could do nothing but just stare at his face.
He had a long pointed nose and plump and pink, soft looking lips.
He had a slight stubble which needed shaving as he looked even more neat when he was clean shaven.
Some of his dark locks of hair fell on his eyes.
They looked soft and silky and I almost touched them to feel if they were as soft as they were looking.
"This isn't over," he hissed out venomously which caused me to gulp.
"I can already tell," I muttered.
"Good, because you're so going to pay for what you did to me today," he said and my eyes trailed down to his jeans. I hope I didn't hurt him that bad.
"You're so dead," he said next before leaning away. Well, scratch that, I hope I did hurt him very bad.
He turned away, picking up his grey shirt on the way as I watched his back as he retreated from my room.
Breakfast was awkward, to say the least. On the way to the dining hall, I ran into Ethan. What a great way to start the day!
And to think that he would just ignore me for the best. But no, he couldn't just walk off as if I wasn't just standing right in front of him. He had to do something!
He tried to trip me. Like how could you expect a twenty three year billionaire to be so immature? And all because of a stupid, childish feud with his childhood enemy. And it wasn't even my fault that he and Juliet were sworn enemies!
I glared my best at him while he just walked ahead of me, looking smug. Maybe I should just give his baby making stick another kick. That would perhaps get his brain back from wherever it was in his dick.
And to my great annoyance, he took a seat right next to me during breakfast. Thank the Lord he didn't do anything further or I would have definitely flipped my lid and smashed a frying pan on him which was right in front of me.
Although he did drink water from my glass, which I immediately snatched back and looked at him in disgust.
Mrs. Jenson, whose name is Charlotte, as I learned from Olivia was a busy woman. She had gone off to check out something at her clothing line. Something came up and she had to leave. She told me that my dad had left for his office. According to Olivia, he owned a huge billion dollar company.
That meant we had the mansion to ourselves! That is, if Ethan decided to leave too. I huffed as I felt a waffle hit my cheek. I glared at the man next to me who just chuckled and went back to his food.
I decided to ignore him. He was not worth my attention and hopefully he'd stop with being childish if he knew that he won't get any entertaining reaction out of me.
I quickly finished my breakfast and left him still at the table, stuffing his mouth with food as he read some newspaper.
I found Olivia in the library. I stepped into the book paradise and she looked up from the books and smiled at me.
"Julie, look at these books!" She squealed like a little girl.
"I know. It's like all the books in the world are here."
"And most of them are my favorites!" She said as she began arranging the books she'd taken out in order, declining the maid's assistance. I sat beside her, helping her stack the books according to height.
We spent about two hours in the library. It was fun. I loved spending time with Olivia. She was funny and well, my best friend.
By the time we were done, it was already two in the afternoon and although we didn't do anything strenuous, I was hungry.
As we walked downstairs, we heard some voices.
They were definitely male voices. As we entered the living room, I saw Ethan.
He was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a light blue shirt.
Beside him was another man. He was too dressed in casuals.
They were talking about something. As we entered the room, his beautiful blue eyes flitted to us before finally settling on Olivia.
"Who is that hot girl next to Juliet?" Were the first words out of his mouth, whispered to Ethan but we heard it and I frowned. Of course, I shouldn't have expected his friend to be any different. He too, seemed like a jerk.
"I'm right here, you know," Olivia retorted, crossing her arms under her chest which caused the man's eyes to settle on her chest. "And I don't think my eyes are located on my chest, are they?"
He smiled and extended a hand out. "My apologies. I'm Tristan."
She reluctantly shook his hand. "Olivia." She said shortly.
He frowned. "I'm really sorry if I offended you."
Olivia didn't answer, choosing to ignore him.
"Tristan, maybe we should leave now," Ethan interrupted, obviously noticing that Olivia wasn't impressed with his friend.
"Finally," I muttered.
"We're coming back, don't worry!" Tristan said, obviously failing to notice they weren't really welcome here.
They left. I wasn't complaining. I actually was relieved that they left. Now we truly had the mansion to ourselves. And we did enjoy ourselves. We had lunch and watched Captain America in the home theatre with a huge bag of popcorn in our laps and only the two of us in the whole theatre.
At around four in the afternoon, it got unbearably hot. Olivia was practically sweating buckets of water even though the air conditioning was on in full swing. I suspected they weren't working right. Summer really was here.
"Let's go out to the swimming pool," Olivia suggested out of nowhere.
"I don't want to go anywhere," I whined as I was comfortably sunk into one of the couches in the living room.
"It's so hot in here. Let's go out for a swim," Olivia said, fanning herself and holding her hair over her head.
"No," I said, turning over and pressing my face against the couch.
"We can try the new bikinis we bought at the mall," she tried to persuade me. And it worked.
"Fine," I finally gave up. "But just for an hour."
"That's enough, I guess."
We walked into our rooms to get a bikini.
I hadn't always been that conscious of my body as I was now.
Normally, I was okay with wearing a bikini, although I rarely wore one whenever Olivia and I used to go to the beach.
I was constantly busy with college or work, but now this kidnapped by billionaires thing intimidated me so much to the point where I analyzed each and every action and wondered if it was normal from a billionaire's point of view.
I had chosen a light blue bikini which covered most of my skin.
We made our way to the swimming pool. Olivia had put on a black bikini which revealed much more skin then mine did.
Olivia has always been the bold and beautiful among the two of us.
She was always outspoken about her opinions and never liked to depend on anyone.
She liked to be independent. I guess it was one of the reasons why we became friends.
She liked to be friends with people who were like her.
And me being independent, is mainly what she liked about me and hence, it started a strong and beautiful friendship between us, one which is two years old and is still going strong.
"I told you horse riding wasn't your thing, man! But you just had to go and challenge me in what I do the best. And look, you lost the bet," someone cackled.
"Shut up." Said another voice, which was all too familiar now. "If you want your golden Lamborghini, then shut up. Or you will never get it."
"Hey! That's not fair. You promised me a golden Lamborghini if you lost a horse race to me." Tristan whined and we heard a splash in the water.
"Oh my God!" A squeal sounded and we heard more water being splashed. "Ethan! Save me! I'm drowning!"
"Stop being overdramatic. You're literally standing in the water, not drowning," Ethan deadpanned.
We turned the corner and came into view only to see Ethan lying down on the poolside lounger, wearing dark sunglasses which was a beautiful contrast to his fair skin, while Tristan was in the water.
Ethan was wearing red swimming trunks and Tristan was in black trunks.
Both of them were half naked, putting there bare bodies on display.
When they heard us approach, they whipped their heads to look at us.
"What're doing here?" Tristan asked, pulling down his shades to see us better.
"Swimming, duh," Olivia replied.
"With us?" He grinned. "It'll be fun. Come on!"
Olivia glared at him. "Get out of the pool," she said.
"Um...nope?" He said, sounding like it was a question.
"Tristan, get out of the pool. We won't swim with you."
At that time, Ethan rose up from the lounger, not sparing me a glance, not that I wanted him to look at me or anything. "Look, we aren't leaving, okay? You can either swim later, or bear with us now," he said.
"Maybe we should just come later?" I suggested, to which Ethan looked down at me.
"No," Olivia stamped her foot on the wet floor. "I'm so hot right now. I need to swim!" She whined childishly.
"Oh, I can see that." Tristan commented, winking at her.
"Shut up, you pervert," she said but I saw a hint of pink on her cheeks.
"Why is everyone telling me to shut up today?" Tristan said to himself.
"And you two have to leave. Right now!" She said.
"Nope, we won't," Ethan said as he dived into the pool.
"Look, we can have some fun," Tristan said, "we can play a water game."
"A water game?" I repeated. It sounded fun.
"Yeah, it's where you play a game in a swimming pool with a group of friends," he explained.
"I know what water game means," I deadpanned. "And for your information, we are not friends," I added.
"Okay then, water game is a game we play with a group of humans," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Not sure if I can call you a human," Olivia said. "You're a dog."
"Excuse me?" Tristan didn't sound angry at all.
"You're a dog," Olivia said a little louder.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"And you're being a bitch to me right now," he replied.
"What did you call me?" Olivia's voice was dangerously low.
"Um...guys. Calm down," I tried to intervene.
"I called you a bitch. No, actually you're an A-class bitch," Tristan said. "So are you and your friend up for a water game, bitch?"
"Never, with you."
"Scared, Olivia?" He taunted.
"You wish," Olivia hissed.
"So are we up for a game?" Tristan asked.
"It's on," Olivia declared, leaving me with no other option but to play a water game with the three idiots.