The dimly lit room was filled with a scent of sweat and desire. A girl lay on the bed, her head sinking into the pillow as Debbie kissed her, his lips tracing a slow, heated pass down her neck.
She paused, his breath warm against her skin. They'd done this not once, not twice, but several times, and every encounter left her longing more and more for Debbie. For a long time, she'd wanted to tell him. Yes, she knew, they had only agreed to just being fuckmates, no feelings had to be involved. Still, she wanted something more than just that. But Debbie never seemed to care about her, and worst, he didn't hide the fact that he hated her, regardless.
"Debbie, will you ever love me?" She whispered her voice laced with uncertainty.
Debbie tensed. The pleasure that once danced in his eyes faded, replaced with sheer annoyance. He turned his gaze to her, his tone cold and detached.
"How many times have I told you?" He muttered, his voice laced with irritation. "I don't love you and never will. All I want from you is sex. Sex that's all, and it's the only reason I can barely tolerate your presence."
Bianca's breath hitched as the words sliced through her like a blade. "But Debbie, I love you." She confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Bianca." He backed. "Please, I don't want to hear such words. How long will it take you to understand? I can't be in a relationship. I hate you. I hate my sisters, in fact, all women, my mum inclusive."
"Why? Why do you hate women that much?" She asked, concern vivid in her voice.
"Of all people, I don't expect you to ask such a question. Get out. Get out before I further lose it." He snapped.
"Debbie, I'm sorry for crossing the line." Bianca looked at him with teary eyes. "I don't want to lose my dear friend, let's forget all the love thing, please don't chase me away."
"I said, get out. And don't call. I never want to hear or see you again." Debbie backed.
Bianca sat up, her heart pounding against her ribs. Sensing the finality in his tone, she slid off the bed, gathered her scattered clothes, and quickly dressed.
She stole one glance at him, her eyes pleading for anything, but he merely turned away, dismissing her presence entirely.
As she moved through the living room, pulling on her jacket, the doorbell echoed throughout the living room. Her fingers froze on the doorknob before she hesitantly pulled the door open. Standing before her was a young woman, her expression neutral, a suitcase by her side.
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Kiara stood anxiously at the door to what used to be and would soon be her home. She was excited, though, sharing a house with someone not related to her was just a fantasy until then. She pressed the doorbell and waited.
It didn't take so long for the door to open, and before her stood a girl, her expression etched with anger. "Hi, I'm Kiara. You must be Debbie." She said with a smile, happy to meet her to be housemate.
The woman before her was not happy to see her; she huffed, evidently irritated by her presence. She walked past her, only glancing back with an expression of pity. Was she pitying her? If so, why?
"Excuse me?" She called after her, but Bianca didn't stop as her footsteps echoed down the hallway.
Maybe something was wrong with her, well, she'd wait. Frowning, Kiara sighed and stepped inside, dragging her luggage with her.
The house was quiet, save for the faint hum of the TV. It was just the same as she had left it, or maybe even better. She stood by the doorway, looking around the living room, the silence still lingering. But soon the quiet was broken by her phone ringing.
Still standing by the doorway, Kiara dug it out of her handbag and smiled at the sight of the caller ID. "Hello." She said with a smile.
"Girl, don't tell me you are back." Kayla's concerned voice came from the other side of the phone. Kiara chuckled, pleased that her little sister was worried about her.
"Sweaty, London was starting to bore me. I missed everyone."
"Didn't expect you would return after what happened. Are you sure you'll be fine?" She went silent for a moment before speaking again. "I know why you're back, but there's no point in trying to prove anything." She said her voice low.
"There's nothing I want to prove. I just missed everyone back home. And yes, if there's anything to prove, I'll do it." Kiara muttered, the confidence in her tone backing up her words.
She moved away from the doorway to a couch and made herself comfortable in it as she kicked off her shoes.
"I'm just concerned about you, big sis," Kayla said with a concerned tone. Kiara wasn't a young girl anymore, even when she was happy, Kayla was concerned about her; at that point, she thought she was only worrying without need.
"Yeah, I know, baby Sis."
"Alright, but make sure you are safe, don't play Iron Lady." Kayla teased, which sent both of them giggling.
"I will not." She reassured her. "Anyway just gotten to my flat, the place looks amazing. The person Mum rented it to did a great job of keeping it tidy." She giggled, but her excitement faded, remembering how her housemate had left earlier. "But I think there....." She didn't get to finish her sentence when she suddenly heard footsteps sounding against the wooden floor.
A deep, irritated voice cut through the air. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?"
The startled girl quickly turned and saw a tall, broad-shouldered, strikingly handsome man. Wow, never in her life had she seen such a beautiful man. He was God's masterpiece, a blueprint He based on to create the standard of beauty. This man was a living form of the art pieces she'd only seen in art museums.
She lost her senses for a while, completely smitten by the man before her, but her senses returned the moment she gave her brain time to process what he'd said.
His house?
"Wait, who are you?"
"I should be asking the question." He backed. "I live in this house."
He lived in her house. Then who was Debbie? If she was to remember, she was supposed to share the house with her. So who was this guy?
"This is my house." She replied. "And all I remember, I should be sharing it with Debbie. She just left. So who are you?"
He gave her a knowing, yet etched with mockery, smile. "Princess." He said. "Debbie is me."
Kiara stood up from her seat; the surprise and shock wouldn't let her remain seated. "You...yo .. you're...Deb.. You're Debbie?" Her voice broke; she couldn't believe it. So she was supposed to share a house with a man.
He laughed mockingly. "Oh, so you thought you'd be rooming with a sweet little girl named Debbie. How cute." His tone suddenly turned sharp. "You're not welcome to stay."
Debbie was ready to throw her out of her own house. But Kiara wasn't about to let that happen.
" Chasing me out of my own house. You have the audacity." She crossed her hands to show how serious she was. "I'm not going anywhere if you aren't fine with me staying; you are free to leave. The door is open." She protested.
Debbie looked at her, his face tense and brows furrowed. In an instant, his expression switched from annoyance to intrigue. He felt no hate but a feeling he couldn't explain for the woman before him, something that had never happened. Not even his own mom made him feel that way.
"Look, princess, I'm totally not fine with you staying, and I'm not going anywhere, so I suppose you get out of my house before I help you do so." He said his voice was soothingly soft.
"I'm not moving from my own...." Before she could finish the words, Debbie got hold of her arm, his fingers digging deep into her skin. He pulled her towards the door along with her luggage, his movement rough and forceful. So swift, it's like she weighed nothing to him.
Kiara struggled to break free, her eyes flashing with fear and annoyance. "Let go of me." She shouted, but all in vain. Debbie was determined to throw her out of her own house.
As he dragged her out of the flat, she managed to grab onto the doorframe, for a moment, just a second or two, she held tight, but Debbie's strength was so overwhelming for her own, and eventually she gave up the fight, which sent her crashing onto the floor.
She struggled to regain her footing, but Debbie's anger only seemed to intensify. He reached out for her handbag, looked through it, and threw it at her after retrieving a key. The key to the house.
"What do you think you are doing?" She cried out.
"You are not welcome to stay. So I should retain your key." He said.
"You know I could sue you. Kicking me out of my own house."
He remained unfazed, like her words were an empty threat one he'd brush off with just a single call.
He got back inside, leaving her behind, not even kind enough to at least help her off the ground.
"Kiara, are you alright?" Kayla's voice came from the phone, which lay on the ground. She heard but didn't care to listen. Debbie was such a fool; she had to pay him back with his own currency.
"Kiara, answer me." Kayla persisted. She picked up the phone. "Baby Sis."
"What was just that? Everything I heard going on?" Kayla asked.
She didn't know where to start, or actually, what to tell her. How was she supposed to tell her she was smitten with some fool who kicked her out of her own house without caring to hear what she had to say?
"Some beautiful fool has just kicked me out of my own house. I'll be suing him." She replied. "Anyway, talk later, I have to find myself a place to spend the night." She ended the call and then collected her belongings.
"He didn't even let me get my shoes." She grumbled to herself.
Luckily, she had some to spare, so she got another pair from her suitcase and put them on. She slowly dragged herself and her belongings down the hallway to the lift.
As she descended, a lot was going on in her head. What kind of mother does he have? One who named her son, Debbie? Wait! She could be right. Debbie is so handsome that he could pass for a girl. No, no, that fool is not even handsome; he is literally beautiful.
She didn't even realize she had reached the ground floor. The lift stayed open for some time, only for her to snap out of my thoughts the moment it was closing. She ran out quickly, dragging her luggage through the lobby, and eventually found herself outside the flat.
Now I have nowhere to go, and it is all thanks to that beautiful fool. Fuck me. Are you kidding me? Why do I keep calling him beautiful?
She stood all by herself, stuck. She tried to think hard, and then it clicked, bringing a smile to her face. There was a guesthouse down the street. Even so, the guesthouse's existence didn't guarantee a spot for her.
Her fate was in God's hands. She walked hurriedly in that direction, her strides fast, just not to take chances. She had to get there as soon as possible.
She got to the guesthouse and made a beeline for the reception.
"Welcome, miss, how can I help you?" The receptionist sounded professional, just like any receptionist.
"I need a room. Tell me you have some left." Kiara said, trying to even her breath.
"A minute, please." The receptionist checked her computer. "You are a lucky one. I have one room left."
"Thank you, God." That's all she could say as she chuckled, stopping herself from kissing the receptionist.
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The short encounter didn't leave Debbie the same. He felt like something within me had been awakened. Some kind of desire. Desire for what he didn't know.
His heart ached; it felt like someone was pressing down on it. It was so painful, and yet he enjoyed it so much.
All he felt for all the women he had met, including his own mother, was nothing close to what he felt for her. He wanted to, he tried, but he couldn't get himself to hate her.
Why do I feel this way? He held onto his aching heart. Why, why is it that I can't take my mind off her? Who is she? Why is she special? I have just met her, not so long ago, but a couple of minutes, why do I feel sorry for her? Why do I feel guilty for kicking her out of the house? "Why? Why? Why?" He yelled.
The feeling was so intense that he felt like tearing himself apart. I really didn't have to kick her out. I have to let her in that way; I'll find answers. He realized, but it was too late, when he walked back to the door and opened it, she was nowhere to be seen.
What if he never saw her again? What was he supposed to do? Of course, she'd definitely show up. If the house were hers, as she says, she'd have to return with police or even a court order. Guess I just have to wait for her.
He couldn't help but smile regardless of the pain he was going through. I have found her. He giggled. She was in no doubt that the key to curing his self-proclaimed condition. He continued to giggle, but eventually the pain surpassed the joy.
He searched for his phone, but he didn't have it on him. He lumbered off the couch and walked to his room. At least he managed. When he got to the room, Debbie crashed onto the bed, reaching out for his phone, which was on the bedside table. He dialed a number, and the phone was answered almost immediately.
"Guess what. I've found her." He said, immediately ending the call.