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Chapter 02: Revenge is always sweeter

CHAPTER TWO:

REVENGE IS ALWAYS SWEETER

{"princess" zephyr's point of view} 

    THREE FREAKING WORDS.

    That was freaking embarrassing.

    Okay, I know that's four words - but can someone even blame me!? I can't even think properly because of whatever that has happened between the both of us. I can't forget that smile that slipped into his lips and how he had laughed from my flushed face. 

    The mere thought of it was something that I cannot erase in my damn mind. 

    I seemed like a fool, acting like a child that didn't know better and I didn't like that — not one bit. 

    I have never been that flustered in my whole life, and I can't fathom the fact that it had to be right in his freaking face. The way his face morph into that annoying smirk and how his eyes twinkle in nothing but entertainment, I already know that I have lost in the battle that I had announced. 

    How can I be that stupid? Argh! 

    Flopping back into the bed, I let my eyes scan the closet that was placed inside this room. It was the one thing that I failed to acknowledged upon bestowing myself to this damnation. There is a closet here that is stuffed with the necessities that I needed. Clothes, underwear - everything. 

    I mean, it wasn't like Rah did plan on k********g me with a handful of the stuff that I needed.

    Nobody does that. 

    Only I would be stupid enough to do that... well, maybe. 

    I need to give myself some benefit of the doubt.

    Not that I intended to be kidnapped too, you know? We're both just in between of laughing at our current state. Well, him more than me. I wasn't near laughing at the position that I had put myself into. Nothing but disaster had been happening in my life and I wasn't up for it. 

    Sleeping is a hard task by now as things continue to bug me. All of those images that were flashing inside my mind was something that I don't enjoy seeing. It was making me worry as to how my mother would react to everything as soon as she didn't have me in an arms length. To be able to know that she would be wailing and panicking through the whole ordeal is the worst. 

    I loved my mother, more than everybody else on the planet. 

    She had provided everything for me, gave me everything there is to give to your daughter. My mother showed me an undying love that I couldn't be more grateful for. She was one of those poor mothers that don't have the choice to have the number of the child that she desired.

    And I know that it crushed her. 

    I was the only one who was safe enough for her to give birth, and it wasn't even a natural birth. My mother finds it hard to physically give birth since she can't handle the pain of childbirth. Her pain tolerance is so low that it was a miracle that I was delivered as a healthy baby. 

    If she ever decided to push the luck and try to give another birth, as her doctor managed to tell her, it would mostly end up with my Father deciding if he prefers to save the life of my mother or the baby.

    Let's just say that the idea was enough to make them, especially my Dad, to stop from planning on having another baby. My mother told me that it was hard to take in at first, but they learned to appreciate what they have now. 

    Having one was better than having none, she says. 

    That's why they treasure me from the bottom of their hearts since I'm the only child that they could ever have. I do feel sorry for my Dad, knowing that our last name wouldn't grow as he had hoped. Well, my cousins could carry it, but then, no other people from our family would take the hardship of being a Zephyr but me—their only heiress.

    Oh, the joy. Can you feel my sarcasm? 

    "Ahh!" I jumped into the bed as I let the duvet engulf my body perfectly. 

    My eyes flutter closed as I saw the devil himself. Rah has nothing on but his jogging pants that were dangerously laying on his hips. He wasn't ashamed to show his body - as he shouldn't, for he must have worked hard to get the body that he has now. 

    His chiseled body is paired with that smirk placed on his lips, and I already know that he's barging inside my room to gloat or annoy me anymore than he already did. Still, my mouth couldn't even utter a single sound. My eyes were body looking at the man in huge disbelief. 

    I have seen plenty of men who are indeed A+ when it comes to body and looks. 

    What's gotten into me, staring at him like a 15 year old child? 

    "What the hell are you doing, barging in here like a maniac!?" I managed to scream after practically drooling.  

    He grinned, tilting his head to the side, "Is that how you welcome guests?" 

    "Guests my foot," I snarled, snapping at him, "get out of my room, you psycho!"

    That soft chuckle escaped through his mouth, again making me feel so weird as it brings something foreign from inside me. Ever so slowly, he shake his head, "Again with the nickname, heiress?" 

    My eyes only rolled, annoyed at how he would always have a way to dismiss everything that I think would annoy the man. It only took one single step from him before I stood guard, holding out my hand in attempt to stop him.

    He seemed confused though, looking at my hand in a way that I couldn't describe.

    wHAT the f**k is wrong with me? 

    "Stop right there," I muttered quickly when I saw him take a single step towards me. He raised a brow, confused at my words. My idiotic mind could only look at him, frozen, before uttering my next words, "Don't you dare move."  

    I heard him sigh before taking some delicate footsteps towards me, "You need energy for tomorrow. That means you have to sleep."

    "And you need this thing called a t-shirt, arsehole!"

    Nothing but soft chuckle escape in his lips and with a click, a light illuminated in the room. Fluttering my eyes open, I saw that he managed to light the lamp that was on my side. I mean, I do feel scared rather than relaxed when I'm supposed to sleep without a source of light. 

    How did he know that? 

    "Better?" he grumbled, eyes dead as night.

    I nodded, taking a good look at the source of light, "Yeah, I guess..."

    "Finally," he groaned before walking out of the room, "Goodnight, Princess."

    As the door flushed closed, my lips twitch into a smile as I welcomed the light inside my room. I have always hated the idea of darkness — the absence of light. The creeping that would ensue in the dark and the creaking, oh I hate those to the depths of my heart. Not a lot of things scares me, but the darkness would probably one that would have me shivering in fear. 

    Of course, I live by my image of being a badass - even to my parents. That's why even if I cower in fear in my room, they wouldn't have to know that. Not that it lasted though, it only took a single noise from my sleep deprived uncle to have me freaking up - thinking it's something worse. 

    Following the door that was now shut close, I nodded softly.

    Maybe, he's not that bad after all. He can be just a bad boy material with a reason — possibly. I can't honestly say for sure, but he has his good sides. 

    The light vanished as the door burst open, making me scream into the top of my lungs as I hide under the duvet as a silhouette of a person formed in the door. It was the immense fear that had me want to cry my eyes out as I call out to Rah, asking him to save me from this misery. To my joy, there were no moves from the intruder. 

    That gave me enough time to compose myself. 

    My heart takes some couple of seconds to beat regularly before I creep outside the duvet, only to be welcomed by a grinning version of Rah. The man was holding what seems to be a remote for the lamp, eyes twinkling in nothing but mirth. As soon as I got myself outside the duvet properly did he only burst into fits of laughter, even pointing at my figure with a mocking face. 

    I gritted my teeth before grabbing hold of the tissue paper that was on my side.

    "You're going to throw the tissue paper?" He asked, faking a face that seemed rather scared, "Yeah, that would hurt me, please stop oh merciful one."

    I hissed, throwing the thing into his face, "Get out of the damn room, you psycho!"

    He just grinned at me before mocking a salute, fluttering the light back before he closed the door. My head shook in disbelief. I can't believe that I had basically compliment that i***t, only to have him bite me back into my freaking ass. 

    This is just pure hell. 

    Rah is an okay guy if he just... you know, doesn't have to be such a stuck up jerk or an arsehole.

.

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    "HEIRESS, get the f**k back in here!"

    I crossed my arms before huffing, "No, mister. No!"

    He reached the living room in just a flash which seems impressive in his state. I will give him that. My hands stayed on below my chest as I looked at him, trying my best not to show a difference in my emotions. The man seemed different from the usual man I have been seeing from a day to day basis. 

    Rah's hair was raised in a way that would alert someone that he's being bullied. He even has this handkerchief thing that serves as his headband, keeping the strands of his hair out of his face. The man was growing his hair, but he didn't seem to mind a bit. 

    It was only when his eyes met mine did the hardness seemed to double by the second. The very sight of him was making my tummy rumble in a way that I couldn't control. I bit the side of my cheeks to stop myself from laughing, seeing the whole thing as a comedic sketch. His white t-shirt is badly soaked with water as the gloves in his hands were probably filled with water inside.

    Pfft.

    He looks f*****g ridiculous. 

    "This isn't funny, heiress," his voice seems solemn as he paced towards me. 

    With his looks and the blaze coming from his eyes, one would be intimidated and shut up like a good person. However, I didn't react like I usually do. Maybe I was too absorbed by the fits of giggles that was corrupting my head by this second, but I seemed to give not a single f**k. 

    Rah was in the middle of threatening me when he almost loses his balance since his feet were also wet. Luckily for him, he managed to catch himself back up. 

    "f**k!" He cussed, holding his chest. 

    I push my head back as I burst out laughing, "Yes, it's not funny because it's freaking hilarious!"

    He crosses his arms, letting his dagger eyes to dart into mine. Not that he scares me, anyway. By the way he was presenting himself, he looks intimidating as a cute puppy by the very second. Note to self, even someone like Rah, who was built to intimidate someone looks extremely cute when he's annoyed. 

    That's something that I will remember for years. 

    As I flash him an innocent smile, he shook his head before dragging me back into the back of the house where he was just simply washing the clothes while I annoy the s**t out of him. Not that it surprises him that I couldn't do s**t when it's really appropriate for me to do. 

    We were not outside of the house, per se - as that would be difficult for the man. 

    The place looks like a room that he somewhat transformed into a laundry area.

    Since you know, he doesn't trust me to be outside the house. 

    Which is a good call, if you ask me. 

    "You're doing the laundry with me," he muttered, like it was out of debate. 

    My feet froze, looking at him in disbelief, "Wait, what?"

    "I have some cotton buds in my room—"

    My hands plan to hit the back of his head, but his hands were quick as he swiftly caught it in the air. His reflex has always been impressive, but there was something on the glint of his emotions that had me wary on his defense mechanism. 

    Was he thinking that I will hurt him for real? 

    That was weird. 

    As his eyes shot me a warning look, it was only then done. That was when I realized that he has nothing else to say and I needed to behave myself. My feet paced carefully behind him as my lips formed into a pout, not really in the mood to do something productive.

    We all have our days.  

    My mind froze, looking at his back in question, "Wait, why am I doing the laundry!?"

    "Well," he grabs hold of a tub of clothes, showing them to me one by one, "Since this is all f*****g yours." 

    I blinked, still looking at him as that didn't really answer all of my question. Of course my laundry would pile up since I have been using clothes every f*****g day, so what the f**k?  

    "Why are you looking at me all stupid?" He asked. 

    My eyes rolled, dragging my reply "Andddd?" 

    "And," he mocked, putting the basket beside me with a face that seemed to challenge me, "If you plan on walking around the house with dirty clothes or no clothes at all, I advise you to do your laundry."

    "But—"

    "I am not," he cut my words, tilting his head, "lending my clothes to you."

    I pout my lips as I take a seat on the small chair where he used to seat before while he squats on the other side of the tub. His posture seems hard enough, but oddly enough, his face shows the opposite. He seems rather calm and comfortable.

    Meh, I guess he's used with it.

    As he grabs hold of one of his clothes, I let my hands do the same. Since he doesn't seem to fancy teaching me the basics of what the f**k we're doing, I guess I need to learn it myself. 

    My eyes were following the movements of his hands, trying my best to do the same thing on my clothes. I have always been good at learning things just by watching others do it, it was one thing that I was always proud of. Not that I have the experience of washing my clothes nor do I have the choice in not cleaning these. Walking around naked is not a very pleasing thing to do.

    After a moment of silence, with me being a hundred percent serious with chores and understanding whatever Rah is showing me - did his chatty voice finally opened up another sound in the room despite our constant squishing of the clothes. 

    "What's it like?" he asked, a voice that is in the gray area of curious and sad. 

    My eyes followed him, confused at his sudden words, "What? Doing the laundry? Annoying as you, I would say."

    "No," his voice somewhat turned soft, but his eyes never looked back at me, "You know, living the life that everybody wanted. What is that like?"

    My hands absentmindedly stopped rubbing my clothes together as I take a moment to think about his words carefully. In what way does it seem like I am living a life that everyone wanted? Was it because of my family? Friends? Money?

    It has always been a latter. The question, to not one's surprise, has always been a question that I was faced since I was a kid, and never did I really know what they had meant. 

    The life that everybody wanted. 

    To honestly say it, that's just what the media sees in my life. 

    Somehow, it has a different ring to it upon coming from other person who doesn't really know me and how our family struggles every day. I don't see my life in the aspect of "life that everyone wanted", nor will I ever see it in such a way. 

    My parents, no matter how lovely there are, never spoiled me enough that I take everything for granted. Despite what everyone thinks, the money that I spend has always been my hard-earned money. It didn't come from my parent's banks - it came from my own hard work. 

    Okay, maybe a little bit help from them but that's it. 

    Even at a young age, I learned how to handle my money as one person should. I invested in a lot of things and earned a couple of thousands whilst doing particularly doing nothing. With some help with my family, I have made some businesses that were out of the media's interest. 

    And every day, to see articles about me buying luxurious things that they gossip were nothing but a gift from my parents were annoying. I was seen as a brat, someone who gets whatever she wants in just a snap of a finger. 

    That seems like nothing like me in some sort of way, and it always bothered me to have an image of someone that's lazy as f**k. While it was true that I have some lazy days - I do have spend most of my time creating my own dream and making my parents proud. 

    All I ever want was being with my parents, without a billion of people checking on what I wear, what I look like, what I do, or who I meet.

    "Suffocating," I managed to voice out.

    Rah nodded as he continues to wash his clothes, "That seems odd."

    "But it is suffocating," my lips quiver, voicing out my thoughts like he was a therapist that I needed, "Everyone looks up to you with awe, but not because of what you can do or what you can share to others but because you have the money that everyone expects you'll lend or some shit." 

    He nodded, seemingly trying to understand my words, "or the latest trend?"

    "Or the biggest house," I replied back.

    "Must be hard then." He concluded.

    I nodded as I let my eyes to dart towards him, "But that's nowhere near your hardships, isn't it? I do know that, don't get me wrong. My problem, no matter how hard it is to my eyes, aren't the most challenging there is."

    Rah's face softens like he was letting me see his weakness. We have been spending quite some time together, and sure, there are times where it's unpleasant and dull... but I would see snippets of his life that would have someone curious as to why he's doing what he's doing. 

    There are these thousands of emotions that were dancing along with his beautiful eyes, but I couldn't comprehend a single one of them. He has this mesmerizing brown eyes that would have any single girl just swoon. The emotions in his eyes were raw, thousands wanted to speak on behalf of him, but he didn't let them talk. He made those emotions be guarded, not ever allowing any of them to escape his regal posture.

    Some comfortable silence ensued after my words, as he couldn't seem to offer me any response. No movements were made to expect for the brushing of our clothes. To be honest, it was kind of peaceful... well, for five minutes, that is. 

    The moment of peacefulness broke from the moment that I felt something in my cheeks.

    As my hands cupped my cheeks which the bubbles were placed, I take a good look of the man in front of me who has this smirk played in his lips. Now he's back in being a kid who just learned how teasing works. Seriously, I feel like I am in an episode of split. 

    Except minus the creepy and scary parts and all just someone bullshitting your brain by flickering on and off. I don't know if he's just that guarded or he's really someone that you really want to hit in the head.  

    "What the hell was that?"

    He grinned, "Vengeance."

    "Oh wow, I feel so violated," I mocked.

    As my hands dunked back into the water, I splash some water back to him, which let him push himself up as he back away from me. His eyes were back into me, but instead of that cold, guarded eyes—it was more into the playful side, which made me grin.

    I shrugged, "Vengeance."

    I push myself up as he takes some slow pace towards my direction. My feet continue to back away from him, knowing what he has in mind. Looking at my weight and the capacity that I have to stop this man, my odds are to 0-1; and that's over a 100. This guy, without a doubt, can whoop my ass without putting any effort. Whenever I need a serious version of this person, he would always show this abnormal side of him which is not fair.

    My hand grabs hold to one of his white t-shirts, hiding behind the thing as if that was a massive barrier between the two of us. Not that I have a choice to hide into another place or run away from him—he has me cornered! By seeing my excellent hiding spot, he laughed softly before taking a good look at me.

    "Why are you hiding, heiress?" his voice was affectionate, making me roll my eyes.

    I scoffed, backing away from him, "Get away from me, you good for nothing, toad!"

    "Now, I'm a toad?"

    "And a psycho," I replied.

    He chuckled, shaking his head, "How many nicknames do you have for me, Princess?" 

    Before my mouth could form another answer, he already had me pushed me into the wall. He seemed to have been careful enough not to let me take damage as I didn't feel anything hard on my back. Rah had me disabled from any form of movements as his eyes snapped back into me. They were these golden-brown eyes that would have a woman weaken at the very sight of it. 

    My eyes were as wide as they can upon seeing the smirk plastered into his face. I did my best to push him away from me, thinking that I could get away from his hold. It was when he raised a brow at my feeble attempts did I stopped moving, despite not liking whatever he has in mind.

    "Oh, no-no-no. I got you."

    I rolled my eyes, sighing, "Okay, you got me. Now be a good toad and let me go."

    "Sure."

    As he let me free, my feet got tangled into the side, which made me fall right into the tub. Karma was having a blast in my behalf, and I don't applaud of it. My scream was enough to let him burst into a fit of laughter, making me get annoyed at his face. He is right. This is so not funny.

    I let my hands push myself out of the tub, but as my hands slipped because of the bubbles, I just managed to make myself look stupid, which, of course, made his laugh doubled.

    Annoying prick.

    He grinned, "Never splash water from a manly man."

    A smirk formed into my lips which made his grin fall out of his face. Before he could even know what I'm supposed to do, I push the direction of the hose right in front of his face before running back into my room with a man growling my name on the laundry area.

    Oh, revenge has never been this sweeter