Elise P.O.V
"Can I help you?" The middle aged woman asked from behind the counter.
"Umm... Mocca please, just one shot." I ordered and she tapped on the screen in front of her. She seemed fed up of being on shift and ready to go home.
"It's 30,000 won." She bluntly said. I smiled and handed over the correct change.
"Cheers." Her face didn't move at all, not even to crack a fake smile. I rolled my eyes and waited at the next till for my coffee.
The shop was packed with people who were either on a break from work, meeting with friends of just passing on their daily routine. It's a new town, new start and I need to take the bull ny the horns. I can use this to my advantage. No more pathetic boys desperate to get their dicks wet, no more people with shitty attitudes every time you pass them, no more bitching and no more Dylan.
Dylan is a guy that I had casual sex with back home. Well... where I used to live. He would continuously tell me how much he loves me and that we should take our relationship to the next level but I couldn't think of anything worse. He was fun to fuck but he was too... needy. He would always want cuddle and was insanely jealous if I even looked at another guy. It's hard to explain but he just wasn't for me.
"Mocca, one shot?!" A younger lady behind the counter called.
"Thanks." I said and grabbed a hold of the coffee.
My phone started to ring in my pocket so I took a quick sip and then answered it.
"Hello... yes mom, I was just grabbing a... no it's the bigger box... the one with 'Elle's stuff' on it... yes, I know. Mark has been generous enough to... okay! I'm coming now!" I hung up.
My mother is imposible. We moved here because she's inlove and has decided to take yet another leap of faith. He's pretty cool to be honest and he's very laid back. She gets so over dramatic about respecting him since we were moving into his property.
In the past, the guys always moved in us, but this time was different. His name is Marko Bruschweiler and he's got a pretty decent sized house. It's got two floors, if you don't count the huge basement that he turned into an extra floor, and a fairly big garden with a pool. The rooms he built in the basement were just like a normal floor of any house. It had cream carpets that matched the walls and three white doors at the bottom of stairs. The second floor has also got three rooms including the bathroom and one of the rooms is used for Mark's office.
I shove my phone into my pocket while taking a step to hurry off of my car.
"Oh, fuck!" I shouted as my coffee sprayed all over me from bumping into something hard.
Oh shit! That wasn't something that was someone. I looked up to see who had rudely barged into me.
The guy standing there was tall, handsome and hot. His hair was dark along with his features and I must say that his cologne was hypnotising.
"Fuck sake! Watch where you're going next time!" He yelled. I scrunched my face up to his repulsive attitude and grunted.
"Excuse me?!" I yelled back.
He shook his head with disgust and pushed past me. What an absolute tool. I huffed and scowled at him before exiting to my car.
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When I got to my step-father's house and got out to my car. I opened the front door.
"Mom!" I yelled.
"There you are! What on earth-" she noticed my stained white shirt with coffee and tangled ends of my hair that were stuck together.
"Don't ask, some jerk in the coffee shop bumped into me and well, you can tell what happened next." I grunted interrupting my mom of what she's about to ask.
"Hello Elise, you look-"
"Sticky?" I also interrupted Mark and he gritted his teeth and forced a smile.
"I will not look rude when I jump in the shower quickly to get this out of my hair, didn't I?" I asked him with a hint of humor, trying to hide the anger I felt towards the prick in the coffee shop.
"Elle, you're suppose to be greeting Mark and at least having a little conversation with him before you run off," my mom stressed and I rolled my eyes.
"Of course you're not. It's okay." He said nudging my mom.
"There's bathroom down the stairs next to your bedroom or you can feel free to use the one upstairs." He politely implied and I smiled at him.
"That's okay, downstairs is fine less distance to walk. Thank you."
I turned around to make my way to basement when the front door opened.
"Ugh, some stupid little brat threw her." He paused as he noticed me and my mom standing there.
It was him. What the fuck is he doing here? It's the same prick who wasted my coffee, ruined my clothes and gave me attitude. He walked into this house like he lives here!
"Liam, this is Mary and her daughter, Elise. This is my son, Liam." Mark introduced.
He stood there with a blank expression and folded his arms.
Son?!
"Will this nightmare end?" He snarled.
"Liam, be nice!" Mark barked.
I rolled my eyes and walked down to the shower without uttering a word to him.
When I entered the bathroom I immediately closed it. I started taking a shower. I finally got all of the coffee out of my hair and off of my skin. I felt fresh and clean and stepped out of the shower. I rubbed my hair using the towel that was hanging up on the door and wrapped around my body. At least my hair doesn't stain. I thought about my top that was completely ruined lying on the bathroom floor. I sighed and picked up my dirty clothes then headed to the door.
There where two identical doors to choose from and I picked the left one hoping it was my room. I pushed it open and jumped as I saw Limario laying on his bed looking at his phone.
"Oh my god!" I shouted and he lifted his head from his phone.
"Sorry, i thought that-"
"This is my room." He bluntly interrupted me and I frowned at him.
"Sorry, I didn't know." I replied.
He scanned my body that was standing in front of him in just a towel. I felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable. For some reason my legs were not moving . I was frozen still.
"Was there something you wanted?" He rudely muttered. My frown tensed. I gritted my teeth.
"Nothing." I snapped and stormed out of his room.
I opened the door next to it and saw my familiar belongings that Mark had placed on my bed. They were still in the boxes with my name written on them. I searched through them for some clothes to wear and found a pair of trackie bottoms and a strappy top.
I started unpacking my things and put things out of the box. Once I had found a place for half of my stuff I sat down on the bed and picked up my phone to text my bestfriend.
I sent her a message saying,
: Kill me! :(
She immediately reply.
From Jodie,
: What's up girl? Is your new home a shit of hole?
: No, it's beautiful. Fairly big house and it has a pool outside. Mark is lovely and very welcoming.
: That' s so cool. So why do you want to be murdered?
: Because of his son, Liam! He's so arrogant and rude. He bumped into me in the coffee shop and ruined my white shirt and blame it to me. Then he was completely ignorant when being introduced to me by his dad and had attitude when I walked into the wrong room which is his room! I already fucking hate him!
: Is he hot?
: Does that matter?
: So he is then. At least he's fun to look at. Imagine if he was a dick and ugly.
: Who's side are you on?
: Yours! But I mean you could at least have some fun with him. I'd love to have a dickhead step brother that was insanely fit. It would spice up my boring life.
: You're such a slut! I don't want anything to do with him.
: Jen, just roll with it. You'll never know, he could hust be misunderstood.
I didn't reply to her. I laid on the bed, reminiscing dramatically at the mess my life has become.