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 Fionn kissed her, his lips tracing a slow, heated pass down her neck.
She paused, his breath warm against her skin. They were doing this for the third time, but every encounter left her longing more and more for Fionn.
For as long as they'd been together, she'd wanted to tell him. Yes, she knew, they had only agreed to just nightstands; no feelings had to be involved. Still, she wanted something more than just that.
But Fionn never seemed to care about feelings; in fact, she was even surprised he invited her over for a third time. Perhaps he was catching feelings for her; the delusion made her believe she had a chance with him.
"Fionn, let's date." She whispered with uncertainty.
Fionn 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.
"All I want from you is sex. Sex that's all, nothing more. I'll never love you."
The woman's breath hitched as the words sliced through her like a blade.
"But Fionn, I love you."
"What was the name?" Fionn asked.
"Bianca."
"Bianca." He backed. "Please, I don't want to hear such words. How long will it take you to understand? I don't love you."
"Why? Is there someone else you love? If so, why do you keep calling me over?" She asked.
Fionn let out a chuckle. "She got the wrong Idea. Don't tell me you thought I loved you? Get out." He continued to laugh.
Bianca looked at him with teary eyes. "Let's forget all the love thing. I'm fine with the sex. Please don't chase me away."
"I said, get out. And don't call. I never want to hear or see you again." Fionn said.
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.
Pulling on her jacket, she moved through the living room, and as she reached the door, the doorbell echoed.
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. Fionna, right?" She said with a smile.
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 unreadable expression.
What was that?
"Excuse me?" She called after her, but Bianca didn't stop as Kiara kept looking on until she was out of sight.
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, life abroad 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."
"There's nothing I want to prove. I just missed everyone back home." Kiara replied.
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.
"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, he is even more handsome up close. She marvelled.
Kiara had seen many handsome men, but something about him drew her to him. Not just sheer beauty but something she couldn't name.
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 Fionna? 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 Fionna. She just left. So who are you?"
"It's Fionn you dimwit, and that's me." He said.
Kiara stood up from her seat; the surprise and shock wouldn't let her remain seated. "It's..it's Fio... Fio.... It's Fionn and not Fionna?" Her voice broke; she couldn't believe it. So she was supposed to share a house with a man.
He laughed mockingly. "Princess, oh, so you thought you'd be rooming with a sweet little girl named Fionna. How cute." His tone suddenly turned sharp. "You're not welcome to stay."
Fionn 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.