James (the thoughts in this chapter belong to James' point of view)
ATTENTION: THE LANGUAGE IS RUDE In ORDER TO ADAPT TO THE CHARACTER OF THE CHARACTER!
I turn up the volume of the television huffing.
I've been sitting on the couch for hours without doing a shit, waiting for the phone to ring from a moment
to the other.
I put my hands behind my neck, staring at the ceiling and thinking of a possible solution to my condition.
I try to close my eyes and fall asleep in that position, but suddenly the voice of that stupid child
by Coumpton makes me snap open my eyes.
«God, are you deaf ?! Turn down the volume ...»- I raise my eyes to the sky and stand up: why don't I ever lock the door?
As soon as I leave the sofa and walk to the door she suddenly has opened she stops talking and blushes violently.
I frown and narrow my eyes, then bring my eyes down to the same spot where she's watching.
I forgot I was wearing only a pair of boxers, but I don't cover myself, on the contrary, I keep looking at her with an intrigued face as she lowers her head in embarrassment:
"Are you allergic to cotton?" - she says, taking a step back for every step I take towards her,
ending up outside my room.
I stay in my underwear when it reaches ten degrees outside, why shouldn't I now that it's summer?
I don't answer her and continue to advance until I reach the threshold of the door, with a
raised eyebrow.
She raises her eyes, trying to look confident and not realizing that, in reality, she is very ridiculous right now,
with messy hair and two dark circles that would make pandas envy her.
Only now I notice that she is wearing a pair of short pajama, showing off her thin legs.
I look back over her body, but as soon as she realizes the way I look at her, she tries to
quickly lower the shorts, even if doing that she reveals a part of the skin of her belly.
Si she crosses her arms under her chest to cover herself, exposing her breasts slightly without noticing it.
while I lift a corner of my mouth, looking at her from above for how short she is.
"Do you want to turn down the volume of the music? It sucks, by the way!»- she starts talking again, so
I slam the door in her face before she can even finish the sentence, despite continuing to scream outside the room.
I don't know how long I will be able to bear her: my sister is five years old but she is smarter and less
crazy than her.
She's so naive that she doesn't even understand an invitation to fuck, like last night, even though I definitely wouldn't touched her.
As soon as the phone signals the arrival of a message it throws me on the sofa, but I am disappointed when
I realize that the message is from Edward.
I snort for the umpteenth time, trying to hold the instinct to throw the phone on the ground: this delay worries me a lot.
They should have warned me six fucking days ago! But something will have gone wrong, I feel it and just the idea
of it make me feel my eyes get bloodshot for anger.
I don't pay them for nothing!
* Come to my room. * - I don't know whether to punch him as soon as I see him, or throw him out of his bedroom window, but at the moment I decide to walk towards the stairs.
I quickly put on my work uniform shirt as I grab the pants with my other hand.
In two seconds I find myself through the corridor, without stopping in front of Hanna's room, even if I can't help giving a glimpse and catch her talking to the mirror, as she often does lately.
I still think it's a bad habit to leave the door open ...
"James!" - I stop at my steps shortly after that crazy girl's room, hearing Kate's voice behind me.
Before I even turn to her side, I take a mischievous expression on my face.
"Kate, how long have you ..."
«For quite a while, and I miss you.» - she thins her eyes, coming towards me and approaching my face slowly.
«Mh ...» - I sigh for pleasure, as she pulls the lobe of my ear between her teeth.
"So see you tonight." - I whisper, while my eyes fall on the abundant breast that begs to be
touched.
I walk away slowly as she brings her lower lip between her teeth, then I reach the upper floor in order not to make that asshole not gets angry.
«Finally ...» - Edward adjusts his bow tie in front of a mirror with the help of a butler.
He looks at me through the mirror, but I don't listen to him and I approach his bed, throwing myself on it.
"Are you all right?" - he seems worried.
Fuck, how can he be so ... perfect in everything? It is loved by women for its elegance, by his family for
how much he works and also by his friends.
In fact, I don't understand how he can bear me: I've been living for three years now
in his own house.
"Those motherfuckers are driving me crazy!"
I return to look at the wooden ceiling, expressing myself to him as if it were his fault or he could help me in
some way.
«Be patient .» - it seems easy said by him, but I don't even know the meaning of that word.
I look at him sideways, making him understand that he didn't have to waste his breath to advise me.
«If you need money ...» - he says at the exact moment in which the man close to him gets away from the room, but I interrupt him with a severe tome:
«Shut up.» - I raise my eyes to the sky- «You already do so much.» - I whisper more to myself than to him.
"Your father, instead? Is he okay? "- I shrug, getting to my feet and taking the place of that butler with a mustache more ridiculous than Raphael's.
"When are you going to visit him?" - he raises his eyes to the ceiling.
"When at his funeral, but only to inherit his wealth." - I answer with a neutral face,
and then decide to change the subject:
"Why did you call me?" - I adjust his jacket, while he immediately slaps my hand, but hesitates to
answer, if he regretted it.
"I need ... I have to ask you for advice, since you are good at attracting women!" - he exclaims and immediately after
his face turns burgundy, a sign that he is embarrassed.
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