7 Tension in the House 3.1

I really didn't sleep well after last night. It had been so long since I had cried myself to sleep. I sniffle wiping the swollen eyes with my long sleeve cashmere gray sweater. I was so pissed I was in this state. How was I suppose to go to work like this? I look around my dark room. The blackout curtains were still pulled closed. I slip out of bed my toes sink into the soft long strands of carpet on my floor as I make my way over to the window. Pulling them back a little I look out into the side view of my house. Though it looks to my neighbors' side of the house. The sun glistened off the bricks of their house. There blinds still down. I look toward the bed I squint trying to make out the red glow on my digital alarm clock. I look back outside then back at the clock. I'd wager it's about seven am the sun is just rising. I close the currents and walk over to the bed. I run my hands along the top edge of the side table of the bed. The smooth firm odd shape box in hand I grasp it picking it up. I flip it open my fingers delicately pinch the purple thin bar. I pull them from the box gently sliding my fingers along the frame as I flipped open the ear pieces holding the glasses up to my face and sliding them into place. The scene in the room clears. I can read the clock, make out the shapes of the bed and dresser.

I stand reluctantly knowing Miranda will be here soon enough. I don't need her seeing me like this. I shuffle my feet feeling my body suddenly heavy. I head out of my room the light in the cream-colored hall was so bright I squint blinking adjusting to the rays already lighting up my hall. Hear a tap on my door. From I Must have been wrong About the time.

I drag my hand against the wall as I walk down the hall into the living room, where I walk around the green pleather couch and wore out coffee table where my tv remotes where buried somewhere.

"Sorry Miranda" I called as I opened the door. "I'm not exactly…." I stand there now shock not facing Miranda but Maliki. What's worse is my face is swollen, I'm wearing my glasses instead of contacts, I've got on my grey cashier sweater that I'm sure has holes with no bra and my white short shorts.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I try to small the door shut but he stops it pushing it open and forces his way in.

He looks around eyeing the trash bags all over the floor. From my fit last night. I don't miss the sigh. "Go shower Jenny, I'll clean up in here, the right way." I don't miss the eye roll as he looks away.

"Why don't you just get the hell out? Maybe I want to throw it all away and just go shopping later." I snap back at him crossing my arms over my chest.

He ignores me picking up a bag and begins to pull out clothe I had thrown away.

"Do you have ears, I said I throwing them away, put them back." I storm over snatching them from his hand and stuff them back into the bag.

"I said, get in the shower, your manager will be here soon. I caused this," He looks around as if gesturing toward the chaotic mess of all the bags of clothes trash broken dishes and other things tossed everywhere in my ragging fit. "I will clean it up." He firmly pulls the bag back out of my hand and drops it to the floor the next thing I know I am being spun around and ushered down the hall.

"What the hell are you doing?" I try to stand my ground. He puts his big hand in the small of my back. I tense up, and stumble forward at his push. I land on my hands and knees. I was so glad I was wearing shorts still I felt mortified at the position he was now seeing me in. I quickly sit up, and look over my shoulders his face was cold, and neutral for some reason I feel feeling disappointment for some reason, stand up quickly and storm off to my room slamming the door.

What the hell, first last night he practically attacks me when he latches onto my mouth like a leech, a very hot firm leech, fuck stop it. I lash myself for my stupid thought. Then he acts like I did something wrong and pushes me away like trash and looks down on me like I'm a child like I'm nothing. I walk over to my closet, I am going to make him regret rejecting me and treating me like a child. He's going to squirm and with boner all day after I get done getting ready. If there is one thing, I learned from my past it's how to make all men excited even a dick like him. I pull out the outfit I was looking for, I walk over to the dresser opening up top out I slide my hand down the many types of bras carefully selecting just the right one. I slide that drawer closed and open up the second drawer below it there in rows was a variety of styles and colors of panties. I carefully scanned for on that I wanted that would match the style and color of the bra. By the time the day was over this man was going to have blue balls and I'm going to let him stay as sexually frustrated as he did me last night. I smirk to myself. With my close in my hand I step out into the hall and walk a little way down turning to the right door and enter the bathroom starting the shower. The steam fills the room quickly as I gather all my shampoos and soaps and shaving creams and lotions. I hum to myself as I enjoy the many thoughts I have to his possible reactions.