"What do we do?" I whisper to Heath, "if Carl sees me here, we are in big trouble."
I look at Heath who is lazily getting off his bed, he looks at me with the most tired eyes ever, like he was judging me. How dare you judge me, Heath Duncan? "What?" I condescendingly asked.
"Do you love him that much?"
"Love who?"
"Carl, you seem to care for his feelings so much." he asked condescendingly.
"I just don't want to ruin your friendships okay, ugh… why would I love that jerk ever again, I did love him once, once okay. Now think of something to get us out of this."
He smirks at me before answering, "let us continue what we were doing and forget about the fool knocking at your door, the next morning you will tell him you were asleep when he came."
He looked at me with the biggest smug, "problem solved," he whispers to my ear holding my waist and pulling me next to him. I bite my lower lips seductively, maybe we should just resume what we were… "Knock-knock-knock." Maybe not.
"Mr. Duncan are you in?" Carl callout.
"I think you should answer that, and I should hide," he rolls his eye at my statement, I rush to the bathroom while he walks to the door.
I can hear what they are speaking about from where I am hiding. Carl's nervous voice seemed to be distraught.
"Sorry for waking you up boss, but I came to Fiona's room, and she is not in do you perhaps know where she could have gone."
"Hmmm… well she is probably asleep; she must've been tired." Heath answers Carl.
"No, Fiona is not a heavy sleeper she would have woken up if she was in," wow he sure knows me well enough huh, jerk.
"You know her too well, don't you? Is there something going on between the two of you?"
"What? No… single playboy for life boss, you know I aspire to be you." I hear that jerk stutter, then why are you looking for me you fool, "just thought I could win some one night you know; she seems quite easy don't you think boss."
Carl's nervous chuckle can be heard, I roll my eyes, I should have beat him harder for him to go around talking about me like that. Worse, he still lies about our relationship.
"It is okay to settle down Carl, I myself been thinking about settling down," Heath says, still going on his plan to bed me by using those lies I see, "anyway, I have no idea where Fiona is, go try someplace else, I am a bit busy."
"Oh... um okay, see you around boss man." Carl says, I hear footsteps moving away and the door closed, I pause for a few minutes before getting out the bathroom.
"I think I should get going too." I muttered to him, he had stood next to the door looking at me with hungry eyes, but I feel like the whole mood has been spoiled already.
"Really? You're hurt he denied you?" Heath says, his voice sounds almost hurt, I look into his eyes that somehow emit pain.
"No," I say before rolling my eyes, "I am just not in the fun mood that you are, and you do not have to lie about want to be in a relationship to get women to bed, I am sure there are almost a hundred women who would let you, hell some would leave their partners to get it."
"What makes you think I am lying?" He said closing in on me I tried to step back but had tripped on the bed and fallen. He chuckles at my misfortune before climbing on top of me.
"Can you stop this Heath, please" I beg.
"But answer me first, what makes you think I am lying?"
"Are you serious?" I roll my eyes at him, I am dumb but not that dumb, "so you are telling me all those years you suddenly find the urge to be in a relationship by meeting poor old me?"
"Is that so hard to believe?"
"You think?" ugh, this man, I really thought he was smarter than this, "look just say what you really want from me and stop lying to get it, and maybe I would admire your honesty and sleep with you, you may never know, but I am not going to fall for these lies."
I push him off me before storming off, I hear him curse as I leave.
Guess he is angry his plan failed huh, playboys, always want to make their victims feel loved. I hate leaving on a bad note after he just opened up to me, but his mind games just piss me off.
As I angrily walked to the door, I tripped on the desk we were playing our dare or drink game tumbling the wine bottle that poured all over me. Yep, all those thousand dollars all over my body, not even my hair was spared.
Heath tries to contain his laugh as he approaches to help me up, "you, okay?" he asks.
"Do I look okay to you?" I say, red with the wine and cards sticking all over my face, he couldn't help but laugh at the scene, "if you continue laughing that will be the last laugh you ever make Heath Duncan." I glared at him angrily.
"Wouldn't that be a wonderful way to die? By your hands." He still shamelessly flirts, he starts taking all the cards that had been sticking on my face, "sorry, you didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
"I am fine Heath, just need a shower," he grins at my statement before saying, "at least it is not bad as the jail stench though."
I widen my mouth to call out his absurdity, but he has already started smiling, ugh the beauty that makes you want to not scold him. Maybe this is the side I do not know of him, that makes me what to protect that smile.
"I am going to shower and sleep, you better stop that bad sense of humor of yours, if I wasn't in a hurry I would be going to jail again." I say before leaving, he still laughs so beautifully.
I enter my room with a heavy and happy heart, we just spent one night together playing some foolish game and my heart is already beating so fast I think it might fall out my chest.
I hate it, I hate how I feel right now, how I want to just smile about any small stupid moments.
I cannot give my heart to this man, he will not care for it the way I myself care for it, he is nothing but a heartbreak waiting to happen.
But I cannot help it, I cannot help how I feel, I cannot let him break my heart, because I do not believe I will survive another heartbreak.