Apartment No : 107

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Chapter Eleven

I kept massaging my temples on my way back to my apartment the next morning. To say that I had fun would definitely be an understatement because I let loose and just went crazy hanging out with Trina and her girlfriend. I didn't want to be that uptight, dorky girl anymore and these guys succeeded in corrupting me with all the sex talk and alcohol.

Yes, I tried vodka for the first time in my life and I actually kinda liked it but definitely hate the stupid hangover that I was now experiencing.

They almost made me watch porn when I said that I was a virgin. I mean, I do know all about sex and stuff and I have even tried to pleasure myself once but it didn't really work out for me.

They were really sweet and didn't make me feel awkward. To be honest, I quite enjoyed the sleepover. Simon obviously left us alone after the movie to hang out with his guy friends but not before asking me for my number.

And, Trina, being her, was already rooting for us which only made me roll my eyes at her. I was trying not be excited in front of them but I was freaking out inside. He was smart, good-looking and definitely not an asshole like Ray and the fact that he could potentially ask me out on a date made me nervous and excited at the same time.

"Hello? We have reached the destination, miss." The cab driver's voice broke my chain of thoughts and I quickly paid him before getting out. As I made my way to the apartment, I could stop smiling and thinking about the fun I had last night. I mentally made a note to tell Eshika all about this new guy, Simon and my first ever alcohol experience.

She would be so proud of me!

Once I entered the apartment, I couldn't find Ray anywhere in sight and the smell of last night's take out food on the coffee table made me scrunch my nose in disgust.

"He never learns, does he?" I let out a loud sigh and picked up the empty cartons of food to throw them in the bin. When I entered the kitchen I was surprised to see the dishes done but that was definitely not enough to convice me.

"He needs to do a lot more than that," I scoffed to myself and as I made my way towards my room, I pulled up all of my hair to throw them into a bun but before I could do that, I felt a pair of strong arms, turning me around and pushing me against the door of my room.

I let out a loud gasp as I came face to face with an angry looking Ray. I could feel my sling bag slipping off my shoulders as he caged me between both of his arms.

What was his problem now?

"Where the fuck were you last night?" he asked in a dangerous low tone which made me gulp hard and for some weird reason, I found it extremely sexy.

There must be something fundamentally wrong with me.

"Did you drink last night?"

"Excuse me?"

"I sent you a couple of messages but you never responded," he added in a much better tone than before but all I could focus on was his hot breath on my face and the fact that were literally inches apart from each other.

Okay, I need to calm the fuck down before I do something crazy like grab him and kiss him or something.

I mean, I would never do something like that but I don't know what the new hungover me is capable of doing right now.

"I was having a sleepover at my friend's. Why do you even care?" I snapped back at him and tried to push him away by placing my palm against his chiseled chest but he was much stronger than me and came even more closer.

Jesus Christ, was he trying to kill me or something?

My gaze automatically went to his now parted lips and he started to breathe heavily. Neither of us spoke a word as the air between us was filled with thick sexual tension.

I don't know about him but I was actually turned on and felt my pussy tingling with excitement.

Oh my God!

Is this how it feels like in real life?


I've never felt this way before and I was pretty sure that I would die to feel this way again. This was some insane level of attraction that I've ever felt towards anybody.

A loud knock on the door brought us both back to the present and he quickly pulled back from me. To be honest, I was more disappointed than relieved.

"I don't," he replied through gritted teeth and cleared his throat before walking away from me to get the door.

I kept blinking a few times to process what just happened right now and my raging hangover was definitely not helping the situation.

I need some coffee.

I quietly made my way towards the kitchen and as I was passing by the living room, I noticed some blonde guy around my age, sitting on the couch and talking with Ray. I was surprised to see a guy in our apartment as he always loves to hang out with the opposite sex.

God, we almost kissed and I would have been just another one of his 'causal fucks'.

That thought didn't settle well with me and I shook my head, trying to get him out of my head.

Jesus, I need to get a grip around him.

"Dude, are you sure?" I faintly heard his friend's voice from the living room as I continued to make my coffee.

"Yeah, man. I need this, okay. Just in case because last night was just..." I couldn't hear anything else and my curiosity was peeked now.

Last night was what?

"Just be careful, man. These are pretty strong."

What the hell was going on out there?

I tiptoed slowly near the entrance of the kitchen, trying to hear more of their conversation.

Yeah, it's wrong to eavesdrop and all but screw it.

"What happened last night? You were doing fine for a while,"

"I just--- I don't know, man. It's all good now. Thanks for this," I heard some rustling and immediately went back to stirring my coffee. I heard the sound of the front door being shut while I continued to pretend as if I didn't hear a thing.

He gave me a sly glance as he walked past the kitchen and that's when I noticed a small bottle of pills in his hand.

"Wait, Are those drugs?" I asked before I could even stop myself and he immediately stopped walking and turned around to face me with a small smirk.

Ugh! I wanted to wipe that stupid sexy smirk off his face.

"Why do you care?"

I opened and closed my mouth unable to answer his question while he turned around and walked away.

That's right.

Why do I care?

I was not going to give a fuck anymore, remember?



The next few days, neither of us spoke a word to each other. We both never spoke of what could have happened that day before his friend visited but it was constantly playing on loop in my mind.

I was giving him the silent treatment because I was still mad that he hadn't apologized yet. He figured that out and continued to do the same to me. I never bothered to cook extra for him and sticked to my own business as planned.

How hard was it for him to just tell that he was sorry?

This continued for more than a week and surprisingly, I couldn't see him with any girl since then. It was soon the weekend and I was preparing some lunch. He woke up from his long Sunday nap and entered the kitchen. I hardly acknowledged him and continued to cook as if he didn't exist.

"Okay, what the hell is your problem?" I heard his voice and lifted my gaze from the stove to look at him.

"What?"

"It's been weeks since you have even spoken a word to me. I've been doing the dishes and trying my best to keep the apartment clean. What more do you want from me?" He rushed out with an annoyed look on his face and I tried so hard to maintain my poker face but he was just so damn cute.

"You know what? Forget it. I'm done trying," he threw his hands up in the air and was about to walk away.

Fuck, how can I still be mad at that face?

"Wait," I called out and grabbed a plate to fill it with some hot parathas and chicken gravy, "Here you go," I whispered, pushing the plate slowly towards him and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Am I forgiven now?"

"Well, you need to ask sorry first so that I can actually forgive you." I smirked at him, folding my arms in front of my chest and he let out a huge breath, "And also admit that you missed me."

"Alright, I'm sorry." He stated, rolling his eyes and I tried to fight back the traitorous smile that was about to break out on my face.

"And?" I asked in a teasing manner.

"Yeah, whatever. The other thing too." He mumbled under his breath and grabbed the plate before I could even respond, making me laugh so hard.

"You are such an asshole."

"I've been called worse than that, sweetheart." He replied with a wink and sat on top of the kitchen counter.

"You were so mean to me that day, Ray." I complained with a small pout and he paused eating to let out a soft sigh.

"I didn't mean it though and I'm sorry again."

I was surprised to hear him apologize again and I was so glad that we were good and back on talking terms.

To be honest, even I missed him.

Just a little bit.


Oh who was I kidding, I've been waiting for him to break the ice.

"Man, I missed eating your food. This is so fucking delicious." He moaned in delight, licking his finger tips which made me blush so hard but I didn't meet his gaze.

"I need to head out to meet a few clients so I'll be home a little late but the dinner is on me, okay? Don't cook anything." He added while jumping off the kitchen counter and I nodded with a small smile.

Why do I feel so warm and giddy all of a sudden?

"Are you not going to have any company?" I asked out of curiosity, looking up from the pan. He looked straight into my eyes and I stopped breathing for a second there. Those crystal blue orbs bore into mine and I feel so exposure and vulnerable under his burning gaze.

"Not anymore,"

That was all he said before walking out of the kitchen, leaving me confused more than ever. I've been hearing those two words quite often now.

Uh-oh! Looks like the sweet Ray seems to be more trouble than the mean Ray.

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