#Chapter6

Is he blind? I always take out my nose hair.

"We are your new neighbours, this is my little brother and we wanted to give you something." I smiled forcefully, getting away from the red dot. The man grunted and opened the gate automatically, we watched as the large white house awaits us.

"Your neighbours are rich as fuck." Sawyer stated and I nodded, still baffled at the opulence.

We walked carefully toward the house, even the grass looked expensive. There were guards supervising the perimeter, men full in black. This is seriously ridiculous.

As we headed to the door, an elderly woman stood there with a uniform.

A freaking maid! I'm dealing with the president family? Wait aren't they supposed to be in Washington DC?

"Master Azrails would like you to give me whatever you offered, he wishes not to meet you again." The woman declared and I widened my mouth, the audacity!

"My little brother need to pee, do you have a bathroom?" I said quickly, Sawyer widened his eyes but I punched his stomach. He cried and bent his body down in pain.

"Please, I need the bathroom!" He croaked out painfully, damn his acting skills are fabulous.

The woman looked reluctant but she sighed and pointed to the bathroom that was upstairs, "follow me."

I dragged Sawyer's arm and followed the woman direction. The inside was amazing, any rich people would have like a cosy atmosphere with soft sofa beige-coloured, there were circular stairs in the middle, an immense expensive chandelier up on the ceiling as last. We walked upstairs carefully stepping the steps with slow movements and headed toward the hallways, a long one with frames and picture on each side of the wall. She reached and stood in front of a door that is made out of wood and the colour was silver.

"Please enter this room and you will see the bathroom." The woman bowed and left us, why is she leaving? Isn't she afraid of us being criminals that can steal that expensive stuff?

No Urania, both of you look like homeless kids.

"Get into the bathroom and meet me behind the big and decorated garden." I whispered to Sawyer who glanced at my pointed finger behind his head, it was beautiful under the natural moonlight.

He got inside of the bathroom and I started to walk around the hallway, to

search the mysterious man room.

Wait? I don't know his room? Even his room and his house?

And this is how you become obsessed with Wattpad because some female characters are dumb bitch who doesn't think through the situation, they act like they don't have a brain. This is why Cross told me to stop reading those stupid books that aren't worth it.

But I can't stop reading amazing fanfics, they are so fucking hot. The scenes are impressive.

Shall I just give up and face my horrible brothers? I can imagine how they will react when I tell them that someone stole the amp.

I'm sure they will forgive me...or not. Anyway, it doesn't matter, I stepped inside of a room that is opened surprisingly, the owner didn't lock the door and it's trespassing which is a crime. But do we care? No, we don't.

I took an insight into the beautiful room with dark decoration and simple power plants on the white wall. It was modest and simple for someone who loves the dark colour, the room had a big balcony white outside with the amazing view of the garden looking like a forest—more like a garden in a royal palace.

Do you always have the need to touch things that are not yours? Am I the weird girl who does that?

With slow steps, I walked up to the wall and touched lightly the plants that seem to be real and is taken care of. When I was a kid, I used to talk to the plants thinking that they were a real person who had thoughts like us, but Avel ruined my childhood saying that they aren't real. He ruined my imaginary language with the plants, I cried for weeks locking myself up because of him but soon got over it.

I turned around and saw big tv black and spotless without any dust on the screen. My eyes widened at the size, it was huge and expensive I guess, the need of touching the screen was tempting but I'm strong enough to ignore this feeling.

My voice started to hum a song that I learned back in primary school as I discovered the room precisely, the room didn't have any posters or a gaming setup I'm pretty doomed that my neighbour isn't a gamer. He does have a computer though, some good trophies on a shelf and books on the side.

On the table that was against the wall beside the balcony, there were gloves of boxing sitting there patiently. The owner must be a boxer which is honestly hot, all the book that I've read had sexy boys who play boxing or racing. I don't like boys who are playing football or baseball, it makes me think of my brothers.

"What are you doing here?" A deep voice asked suddenly creeping behind me, my body freezes out of fear and I didn't turn my head to look at the owner of this room.

"I asked you a fucking question." He grunted.

This voice belonged to the male who stole the cord, bitch I was in his room.

"Calm yourself," I said to my inner side. "He's not going to kill you."

Yeah, I can't calm myself, my heart is beating erratically.

I turned around with a confident look and smiled uneasily, "I'm the delivery girl and you haven't respond to your door, the maid let me enter your room and showed me the room then I was supposed to put back the package but I was so engrossed of your plants, they are marvellous."

In one breath, I explained to him the reason for my presence here in the room. He glared at me with furrowed eyebrows, the black shirt that he wore cling to his body, he had drops of sweat dripping down his veiny tattoos arms. Oh, he was working out, damn—

"Stop lying, I don't see the package." He added with a speck of anger in his voice.

I chuckled nervously, "you shouldn't frown, sir, you will be ugly with wrinkles in your fifties."

His glare intensified toward me and I gulped slowly, I should stop blabbering like a bitch. I'm making my own grave right now.