C H A P T E R 1 7
?Don't call it revenge. Returning the favor sounds nicer.?
"So what's the plan?" Olivia questioned after breakfast when I told her that I was going to get back at Ethan.
"The classic one. I'm going to put many alarm clocks in his room, three to be exact. The one in his room, the one from my room and the one in yours," I replied, taking a small sip of my coffee.
"You should've been more creative with your plan. I'm very disappointed," Olivia said, shaking her head at me.
"Hey! That's all I could come up with. Although I did consider other ideas," I retorted.
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Like putting eye drops in his drink to give him a severe diarrhoea but I couldn't find eye drops.
I also considered sticking wet cotton balls all over his expensive cars but that would just spoil those beauties and I would never allow that.
Also at some point I thought of sticking needle pins on his toilet seat but that's just gross so I let it pass," I said, scrunching my nose up in disgust.
Olivia let out a breath through her mouth. "Impressive," I heard her mutter. "So you're going to do this at nighttime?"
I nodded. "He sleeps around midnight so I'll sneak into his room and set this up."
"And he'll leave the door open for you to do this, right?" Olivia asked sarcastically.
"I've got this planned out, Olivia. There are keys to every room in this mansion.
Mrs. Jenson told me that she keeps it in the kitchen, near the fridge.
I'll find it," I assured her, finishing my coffee which had turned slightly cold.
I placed it on the empty dining table and almost immediately one of the servants came out of the kitchen with a tray in his hands which had two more empty coffee mugs on it.
He picked mine up and trotted back into the kitchen.
"Looks like you've planned everything out," Olivia said once the servant was out of sight.
"I told you I had," I replied, rolling my eyes. "Anyways, I'm going to go and take a shower now," I said, hopping off the chair, waving a short goodbye to her.
On my way upstairs to my room, I bumped into Samara who was almost drowning in a sea of clothes and a heavy looking suitcase.
"Hey Samara, what's this?" I asked, staring at how she was struggling to hold on to the suitcase and the clothes at the same time.
"Mr. and Mrs. Jenson are leaving for Paris tomorrow evening to celebrate there twenty-seventh wedding anniversary in the same place where Mr. Jenson proposed Mrs. Jenson," Samara giggled, slightly out of breath.
"Oh, so they're leaving tomorrow?" I asked to confirm. "My mom didn't tell me anything about this."
"Yes ma'am, they are," she said, finally giving up and putting the suitcase down to catch her breath although she still had those sea of clothes on her.
"How long would they be gone for?"
"I'm not sure. I think it's for two weeks," she said.
"But don't worry they'll be back before your birthday," she smiled brightly.
"Now I must really get to work. If there is anything that you need, please don't hesitate to call me.
" She said and with a huff she had the heavy suitcase in her hands again as she made her way downstairs.
Mr. and Mrs. Jenson were going to be out of town - heck, out of country for a whole two weeks. I rejoiced at the idea of not having to act like their daughter for two weeks. What a relief. At least that would ease out some guilt that was eating me up alive and help me think straight for once.
On the way to my room, I yet again bumped into someone. And I wasn't particularly pleased at bumping into this certain someone.
"I see your ankle has got better," Ethan commented, coming out of his room just as I put my hand on the door handle to get into my room.
I groaned, "It just got worse when you decided to show your face," I retorted, before adding, "and apparently my whole day just got worse too, thank you so much."
"Dramatic as ever," Ethan rolled his eyes. "You're lucky I even decided to check if your ankle was better, because I got better things to do than this."
"Yeah? Like what? Plotting childish revenges on me?" I taunted. "Yup, that's way better things you've got to do."
Ethan shook his head. "At least I'm not a loser like you who won't even fight back." He retorted, walking away as I stared at his back, noticing just now that he was dressed in a suit for work.
"Just you wait and see, Evans. If I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open," I called out loud for him to hear, "literally," I muttered under my breath.
His chuckle resounded throughout the empty hallway. "I'd like to see what you'd do."
"You'll get to know what I'll do, Evans. Soon enough," I whispered with a smirk, not meaning for him to hear, which he didn't.
"Uh...so you and dad are leaving for Paris tomorrow evening?
" I asked as casually as I could manage.
Mrs. Jenson and I were in my room, with me rummaging through the sea of neatly stacked clothes in my humongous wardrobe to find something simple and comfortable to wear, which was impossible when it came to simple clothing.
"Yes, I didn't expect that. Alistair wanted to keep it a surprise for me but he is a terrible secret keeper so I was bound to know it sooner," Mrs. Jenson replied. I could almost hear and feel the love she felt for her husband, Alistair.
"That's really sweet of dad. So how long will you two be gone for?"
"I don't really know, honey. It may be for two weeks, or it might stretch to three. But don't you worry, we will not allow ourselves to miss your twentieth birthday. I'm going to ensure it'll be special for you," She assured me, kissing my forehead.
"T-Thanks, mom," I stuttered, taking a long breath before adding, "I love you."
"Aw, I love you too, honey," she cooed, "I'll go downstairs to take care of some things. I'll be right back and then we can have dinner together with your dad."
I nodded at her, watching as she gave me a wide smile, her eyes clearly showing how happy she was. With one final look, she left my room.
"Aw, that was such a cute mother-daughter moment you two had," I heard Olivia say and I rolled my eyes, watching her tall, lean form waltz into my room.
"What're you here for?" I asked, watching as she plops herself on my bed, lying on her back as she faces the ceiling.
"A certain someone asked for my alarm clock and I thought I'd give it to her," she replied, propping herself on her elbows to look at me.
"Well, thanks. You can leave now," I told her curtly.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood. But you were just fine two hour ago at breakfast. Who got your panties in a twist?" She asked, placing her alarm clock on the nightstand.
"I ran into someone I wasn't keen on seeing until nighttime," I replied, randomly choosing a burgundy crop top to go with a pair of shorts.
"Ethan?" Olivia guessed, chuckling when I groaned at her.
"Yes, and he apparently made my day worse by showing his ugly face," I grumbled in annoyance.
"Actually, I don't really think he has an ugly face. If he weren't your enemy, which makes him my enemy too by the way, I would've actually thought he looked quite handsome and hot."
"Yeah, no. He has an ugly face," I protested. "And you're not supposed to find your enemy hot."
"Okay, he has an annoyingly handsome ugly face," Olivia corrected herself with a smirk.
"That doesn't even make sense," I deadpanned. "And how about we not talk about him. You're just making my day more worse than worse."
Olivia raised her arms in surrender. "Okay, we won't talk about him. So what's up? What were the mother and daughter duo talking about?"
"How much did you hear?" I asked, too lazy to give her a full explanation.
"From when she said that they won't miss your twentieth birthday."
"Alistair and Charlotte are leaving for Paris tomorrow evening," I said dully, slipping into the top and shorts.
"What? Really?" Olivia asked excitedly.
"Yeah, they are," I confirmed.
"For how long?"
I shrugged. "She said it will be for two weeks but it might stretch for three. But they're not going to miss my-I mean, Juliet's twentieth birthday," I said, grabbing a comb off of the dresser and trying to tame my wild curls softly.
"Oh, I guess that's good then?" Olivia asked questioningly.
"Yeah, I guess it is," I shrugged. "It's so surprising that Juliet will celebrate her birthday at the same time as me. Even I'm turning twenty in a few weeks."
At the dinner table, there was a new addition.
Olivia grumbled. "I hate this. What is he doing here?"
"I have no idea," I replied, slipping in my seat.
"Hello there, ladies," Tristan said, grinning ear to ear as Olivia was forced to take a seat opposite him. We didn't reply. "I'm honored to have dinner with the two finest ladies I've ever known such as yourselves," Tristan said.
"Cut the act, it doesn't suit you," Olivia deadpanned.
Tristan narrowed his eyes at her before looking around the empty dining table which was yet to be filled with people.
"Tell me, oh pure Olivia. What goes up, let's out a load and goes back down?" Tristan asked, smirking and I grimaced.
"Tristan, shut up," Olivia said.
"An elevator, you're a disgusting human, Olivia," Tristan answered, ignoring Olivia's demand to stop, like he usually does.
Olivia huffed and looked away.
"What's most useful when it's long and hard?" Tristan continued on with his ridiculous riddles. I sighed. If this goes on, I'd be sick.
"A college education," Olivia answered with a smirk. "I read about that one."
"Hm...what's starts with 'p' and ends with 'orn' and is the hottest part of the movie industry?"
Olivia opened her mouth before shaking her head and closing it again.
"Popcorn, obviously. 140 characters aren't enough to express how gross your imagination is," Tristan snickered before continuing. "Some people prefer to be on top, others prefer to be on bottom. And it always involves a bed. What is it?"
"Where's your off button?" Olivia asked.
"A bunk bed, you dumbass," Tristan answered, ignoring her as usual.
"Tristan, I'm politely asking you to shut the fuck up if you don't want my breakfast and lunch all over you."
"Oh, and this is my favorite one. If you put three fingers-"
"Hello, Mrs. Jenson. It's nice to see you. You're looking beautiful. How was your day?" Olivia asked loudly, effectively shutting up Tristan and I turned around in my seat to see Mrs. Jenson making her way to us.
"Oh Olivia, thanks. And my day was great, thank you." She said, smiling kindly at her before turning to Tristan. "I think I heard you talking about three fingers. What was it about?"
"Uh...," Tristan seemed at a loss for words. "Um...it was that, um...three fingers...uh, I-" Tristan stuttered, failing to come up with something.
"He was telling us that he visited a fortune teller who advised him to wear three different gemstone rings in three of his fingers to remain safe," I answered for him, lying smoothly.
Tristan let out a breath of relief. "Yeah."
"And that's because the fortune teller told him that this was going to be the darkest period of his life where he most possibly will get his birdie cut off because of his obnoxious, filthy, big mouth," Olivia added to which Tristan glared at her.
"What?" Mrs. Jenson asked confusedly.
"Nothing," Olivia said, smiling sweetly at her.
At that instant, Mr. Jenson and Ethan took their seats and the food was served.
"Ethan, you look tired. Has handling the casino taking a toll on you?" Mr. Jenson asked worriedly and only did I notice the faint dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.
"Thanks for your concern, Mr. Jenson, but I'm fine," Ethan replied politely. I snorted silently. Politeness is not something that suits you, I thought.
"Don't stress yourself out too much, okay?" He said to which Ethan nodded.
"I won't."
Mr. Jenson took this moment to finally break it to us about his Paris plans, which we were already aware of.
He told us to take care of ourselves and not hesitate to call them if something goes wrong.
He was talking to us as if we were kids who were going to be left home alone.
Well, that was not completely untrue when we have Ethan and Tristan acting all immature and childish, I thought.
Ethan, Tristan, Olivia and I congratulated them in advance for completing twenty seven years of marital bliss.
After dinner, I immediately went up to my bedroom and told Olivia to do the same.
I didn't want Ethan to get suspicious of our plans if he found us lurking around the house late at night.
I stayed up in bed until one in the morning.
I was sure Ethan wouldn't sleep soon and I knew he was tired so he wouldn't sleep too late either.
I kept myself alert for any sounds of doors closing near my room which would indicate he was in his bedroom.
And precisely so, I heard a door close shut softly at around half past midnight.
I gave him about half an hour after that to sleep as I was pretty sure he wouldn't immediately go to sleep.
Once it was about twenty past one, I jumped off the bed and landed softly on the carpeted floor on the balls of my feet.
Oh, the things I do for him.
I'm sacrificing my beloved sleep to get back at him.
I softly cracked open my bedroom door to see his was closed.
Smirking to myself, I tiptoed down to the kitchen where I was sure I was going to find the keys.
After fiddling around for a few minutes, I managed to find a bunch of keys on the top of the fridge.
Not knowing which was the key to his room, I took the whole bunch with me.
I drank a glass of water to relieve my parched throat and tiptoed back upstairs.
Olivia wasn't going to accompany me on this dangerous mission because she was a lazyass and loved her sleep more than me. But that'd be fine as I could manage to do this on my own.
I opened my closet silently and chose a random dark hoodie to go with my dark jeans.
I set the time on the two alarm clocks. One was timed two in the morning, the other one was set to three.
I would set Ethan's alarm clock to four, I grinned evilly.
"You look like a robber," I heard a voice whisper near my ear and I jumped out of my skin with my heart beating wildly in my chest.
"Olivia!" I exclaimed. "God, you scared me!" I whisper-yelled, my hand on my chest to calm myself down.
Olivia chuckled silently. "I'm sorry, but you really look like a robber," she said. "I see you're ready for your revenge."
"Why aren't you in bed?"
"I couldn't sleep."
"Thinking about Tristan?" I teased her.
Olivia snorted. "Yeah well, he comes in my nightmares asking me stupid dirty riddles with a creepy grin on his face. One of the reason why I couldn't fall asleep."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "What're you doing here? I thought you weren't going to come with me," I said accusingly.
"I'm not. But that doesn't mean that I won't motivate you," she said.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hands and pulled me to the bed.
"Julie, listen. You're about to enter a very, very dangerous arena known as Ethan Evans' bedroom and I hope you will make it back here alive because if you're caught, you're so dead," Olivia said seriously.
I snorted. "Real motivating."
"Shut up. Now go on and get your revenge, girl!" She exclaimed, pulling me to my feet and pushing me towards the door.
"Okay, okay. Just let me take the keys and the clocks."
"Here," Olivia said, handing me my ammunition. "I'll organize a grand funeral if you die in their. Let the beauty enter the beast's castle!"
I rolled my eyes at her. "Dramatic as ever."
"Go on!" Olivia encouraged me. I nodded, putting my hand on the door handle and softly opening it a tiny bit so I could slip through it. Olivia whispered a "good luck" to me before closing the door softly.
I looked left, then right. It was dead silent and the hallway was empty, creeping the shit out of me.
Okay, let's get this done as soon as possible, you can do this, I told myself.
I took out the bunch of keys from my jeans pockets and tried the first key my finger touched.
Nope.
I tried another key.
Nah, this isn't it.
Not this one either.
No.
Nope.
Nada.
Nuh uh.
Is this the one? I hope this is the one! Nope this isn't the one.
Ugh.
Be the right key already!
Ugh you dick of a key! Just fit into the vagina of the keyhole already and let me in!
I swear if this isn't the one.
If this spoils my plan...
Aha! Finally!
I pushed the silver colored key into the keyhole, twisting it as it silently opened. I took a deep breath before slowly swinging it open.
Holy shit, I'm in the beast's den.
I walked into his room, catching Ethan's profile sleeping on the bed. Holy smokes, he's shirtless. I gawked at his half naked form on the bed, his lower half covered by the duvet, leaving the top bare half on display for my eyes to feast on.
I was sure he was asleep. He was breathing slowly and deeply, his chest rising and falling with his breaths. I have to be quick, I told myself.
I tiptoed to his bed as softly as possible and placed my alarm clock on the far end of the night stand. It was set at two. I looked at my watch and it displayed the time to be one thirty-seven in the morning. I had about twenty three minutes before the first alarm went off. Plenty of time.
I bent down with Olivia's alarm clock in my hand, placing it under the bed in a place where I was sure Ethan's long arms won't reach quickly.
Pulling myself up, I caught sight of Ethan's alarm clock carelessly thrown on his bed. I tiptoed to the other side, gently lifting it up and setting it to five in the morning.
I looked around for a good enough place for this alarm. I spotted a pile of clothes on the chair at one corner of the room, and walked towards it. I shoved the alarm clock under the pile of clothes, smirking to myself as I finished what needed to be done.
As I was about ready to leave, I caught sight of Ethan's sleek black phone resting on the nightstand. Maybe I can set alarms on his phone too.
Softly padding towards his phone, I slipped it in my hands, the lock screen illuminating a portion of the room.
Unfortunately for me, there was a pass code to his phone.
I wondered if he was one of the normal people who set normal pass codes like birth dates or names, or if he was one of those creepy people who acted as if they have some secret nuclear theory hidden in their phone.
I tried to think hard about the possible pass codes Ethan could set on his phone, but couldn't come up with anything.
Eventually giving up, I typed in his name.
Ethan Evans.
Password is incorrect.
Ugh. I groaned. Maybe just simply 'Ethan'? I typed it but it was incorrect too.
Frustrated, I typed in random alphabets and numbers two times which gave the same result, Password is incorrect.
I turned the phone in my hands, thinking over possibilities. Maybe it was his parents. I knew his mother's name was Eleanor so I typed it in and to my slight surprise, it unlocked. What a mama's boy.
I heard the bed creek and I almost got a heart attack as Ethan rolled over on his bed, facing me but thankfully he was still sleeping.
I quickly set alarms at 2:15 am, 2:30 am, 2:45 am, 3:15 am, 3:30 am, 3:45 am, 4:15 am, 4:30 am and 4:45 am. This and plus alarms at 2:00 am, 3:00 am and 5:00 am which I had set on the three alarm clocks. I chose the song "Shots" by LMFAO as the alarm song because that song was freaking loud.
Man, was I being badass.
I almost pitied him.
I then went into Settings and changed the password-a combination of random numbers-in case he knew it was me and decided to delete the alarms I had set.
I placed the phone on his nightstand beside a couple of permanent markers. Wait, why was my revenge plan getting better and better every passing second?
I giggled to myself as I picked a marker up, thinking of what to draw on his handsomely ugly face, as Olivia had said. Maybe a stupid looking moustache and lipstick?
I pulled the cap off, leaning over his face, the marker hovering just over his cheeks.
Just as I was about to start on the face art on him, his eyes flew open and I yelped, completely not expecting him to wake up.
His hands shot out to grab me by my waist as he flipped us over, and in one swift movement, he had me under him.
I struggled in desperation to break free which seemed impossible when his hands held mine down on the bed, effectively cutting off any chances to escape.
My cheeks heated up to the extent where I was sure one could boil eggs over them when I saw what position we were in. I didn't miss the fact that his bare chest and toned stomach were pressed against me. Why did we end up in bed for the second time?
"Do you really take me to be that dumb that I wouldn't realize that you would take your revenge soon?" Ethan's husky voice whispered to me and even with the blinding darkness we were in, I knew he had a smug look on.
"It wasn't hard enough to not believe that because I find your face to be the definition of dumb," I retorted.
"You shouldn't be all sassy when I've got you under me, Juliet. Wrong move," Ethan chuckled creepily. "Now what are you doing here at this time? What were you planning to do?"
"Do you want a repeat of what I did to you when you were in my bed?" I attempted to sound threatening.
"Do you want a repeat of what I did to your ankle?" He asked, still holding me in a death grip.
I violently thrashed my fisted hands on his chest, managing to get him off of me just enough to slip out of his grip.
He tried holding onto me, gripping my sides but I managed to crawl away from him, not noticing that I was about to fall off of the bed.
He reached out to hold me but it was too late.
I landed on my butt on the cold carpeted floor and without wasting any time to feel the pain on my butt, I quickly sprang to my feet and threw myself out of his bedroom door as I heard Ethan curse behind me.
I quickly ran to my room, opening it and closing the door just as Ethan was about to throw himself at me. I heard his body crash against my bedroom door, after which a series of profanities started pouring out from his mouth.
"W-what was that?" Olivia asked me with wide eyes, obviously shocked at my sudden badass entry.
"You won't believe me," I replied, trying to catch my breath. "The beast almost ate me!"
"He woke up?" She asked.
"Y-yes," I stammered, still breathing heavily. "I would've died in there."
"What happened exactly?" She asked, beckoning for me to come over. I peeled the hoodie off from me and collapsed on the bed next to her. I recounted everything that happened to me in the past twenty minutes to her.
She burst out laughing in the end and I gave her a blank look.
I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by the faint sound of an alarm clock. I smirking in victory.
Good night, Ethan Evans.
Sweet dreams.
Not.
Hey! How are y'all?