They kept laughing for a good two minutes which I utilised in finishing my food.

"I am Dorothy. You can call me Dor." She smiled finally at him. I scowled at them.

"Oh! I am Hugh. This ***' brother." Hugh said. I wiped my hands clean meanwhile and walked upstairs.

I checked my phone for any recent messages or reports and once done with it, I moved to my study table for some work.

Some time hence, I heard a knock at the door. Silence followed, making me believe that it was some vague hallucination.

Now was it?

"Mr Alphi! Please open the door. Your girlfriend is here."
Ughgh!

"You can go away from my room." I shouted back.
My phone buzzed.
"Son, she will share the room with you.." Father's message a minute ago.

I do not like this!

I opened the door.

"Thank you darling!" She squeaked excited.

"Wow! Your room is so big and beautiful."
"Bet your brain box feels larger than this due to the emptiness." I gritted.

"Hmm. But lately it has been occupied by your thoughts sweetie." Ew. With a capital E!

"That's the couch for your information. Your bed for the next whatever number of days you can survive here." I narrowed my eyes.

"Do you mean to say that I might not be able to stay here till the stipulated time?"

"No. I am sure you will not."
"What if I do?" She raised an eyebrow.

"If you do, which you won't, I will accept you  as my girlfriend in front of everyone. I might as well give you a chance to be with me. But if, you lose, which you are going to, then trust me, not only will you leave, but leave with the greatest damages you could ever incur. I will carefully plan them out. Don't worry about that."

"Deal done. But darling, what good will it do if you introduce me as yours after eight months. Right from this moment, this very millisecond, I am yours. Just yours. Disgustingly yours." She stretched out her hand.
I looked at her hand with derision. Idiot.

"Trust me, I got rid of all the cooties before coming here. Even lice in my hair. And I have made sure I have no.."
"Zip. It."
She stared at me with folded hands.

"Don't act smart." I grunted.

"My my! Now you are smart so you don't need to. But what about me? I am not smart. So atleast let me act please? Pretty please?" She shook periodically, trying to look cute.

Disgusting !

"Ter.. No, I will call you Dex." She giggled.
"Dirty minded fool." I shut the files on my table and switched off the table lamp.

"I tried to cleanse my m.." I turned and glared hard at her.
She looked defiantly at me and then smiled.

"Will you not offer me to sleep on the bed and sleep on the couch yourself? I am your new girlfriend Dex, probably the first." And she started giggling again.
"Don't flatter yourself. You are nothing but a disgusting stupid girl. " I shook my head dismissively.
"Flattering? Huh! That I've left for you to do sweetheart. Because, after all, I am disgustingly yours!"

Does she have any sense under those hair which probably seem fake due to their beautiful.. not so disgusting colour?

Probably not.

She and I both advanced towards the bed.
"Stay away from the bed." I snapped.

"Please Dex." She pouted.
"No! Away!" I blared.
Despite, she walked over to the bed and laid down with the comforters.
"Excuse me!" I literally shouted.
I will have to get my sheets cleaned.

And bed too.
How about life?

She faced the other side and without a paltry of shame, slept.

"Listen! Yes you!" I spoke.

"Hey!"

"You! Whatever the hell your stupid name is!"

"Miss Thames!"

"Dorothy!" I growled.
"Yes darling?" She replied softly.

"Get away from my bed. Right. Now!" I commanded.
"Darling, why? Would it cause any sort of trouble to sleep beside me?" She asked.
Her torso turned and she faced the ceiling before looking at me.

She wiggled her eyebrows.

"Shut. Up." I breathed heavily.
"Come on! I will not touch you! Mr celibate." She giggled.
My knuckles were white guessing by the prick my trimmed nails caused in my palm.

"I am not a celibate." I said as calmly as I could. She was getting at me so easily.

"Oh god! My boyfriend is quick to change moods. How romantic!" She laughed.

Having no option left, I took the pillow and strode to the couch.

"Ha! As I said!" She whispered.
I am not letting her will happen.
But sharing a bed. With her!

You are not a teenager with raging hormones. Come on. You can handle being there.

I picked my pillow up and went back towards the bed.

"I decide what happens in this house. Not you." I spat, laying down and turning the lights off.
"Good night darling." And there was nothing good about it.
:::

I got into my pants and pulled over my shirt leaving the top two buttons open, I swung open the door and wiped my hair.

My eyes drifted to the idiot on the bed, now occupying almost half of the bed. Her red flaring locks were a beautiful contrast to not only the pillows but also her idiotic face. I grunted.

Walking towards the dressing table, I pulled over my waist coat and buttoned up the opening. I picked up my cologne to spray and lo! The bottle slipped.

Thankfully, or rather not, it broke something else instead of itself. It broke the peaceful slumber of a despicable creature.

She got up, stretched a little, yawned and looked at me. Unlucky.
"Good morning darling! You are leaving? All the best! I hope you have a wonderful and safe day. Take care." She chirped excitedly and began walking towards the washroom.

"What to say after such a disgusting morning." I snapped.
"Hey! Do not make it dirty otherwise you will be out of here before you can even think of contacting father." I muttered before slipping into my coat and walking downstairs.

~~~Unknown POV~~~

"Good morning sir." I said to the man on call.
"Morning. Has he reached?" He asked.
"No sir. Not yet. Shall I connect the call with her?" I asked.

"That is not your problem. You do not need to contact her in anyway or talk to her until I tell you." He muttered.

"I will see to it sir."

"So make sure you tell them about when and how Dexter is going to be present. They should plan well to kill him." He said, not a slight twitch in his tone.
I gulped.
"Yes sir."
"I hope you know that.."
"Yes sir. I'll take care of that." I nodded as if he could see me.

He hung up.

I pocketed my phone and looked outside the window. His car slid in.

~~~Dexter's POV~~~

I rushed to my cabin and asked the girl on the reception to send Lawrence to me.

"Good morning sir. We have the board meeting scheduled for Monday. Saturday, that is tomorrow, we have the meeting with the director, script writer of the add. Mr Wells expects your presence there sincerely. It is at this hotel.." I interrupted.
"I want to have the meeting in my office."

"No. I..I mean sorry sir. We can not have it here. Umm..." His sudden change of tone caught me off guard.
"Actually they have booked the meeting .. I mean a place for meeting at a local restaurant. Mr Wells had suggested that." He explained.
"And when did the planning start taking place without my consent or approval?" I raised an eyebrow, pen in my hand screaming for relief as I twirled it around effortlessly.

"Which planning?"
"Are you not in the senses today Lawrence?" I asked.

"No. Yes sir. I am. My apologies if you felt that I am not." His quick response filled me with relieving oxygen as I felt his original side kick in.
"Next time, I want to be informed of the arrangements, inconsiderate of whosoever suggests." I asserted before dismissing him and getting engaged in my business.

•••

It was late when I decided that my eyes could not keep open for any longer and I actually need to head home.
I normally drove from and to the office however looking at the present condition of mine, I decided that I should just call my driver.

Half an hour later, my tired self entered my home. The smell of something delicious wafted up my nose and the smithereens of hunger that rested upon the coils of my intestine rolled up there way to the oesophagus.
You know what? I think some of my senses are late to respond. No. It might have been hunger, right? Or an unnatural, god-gifted ability to block out all activities and sights of shitty headed fools.

The sound of some rock music rang in my ears, making me grunt with fury, as my eyes decided that they could be of some use.

That girl was dancing in the middle of the whole place, dressed in blue this time.

She needs to be escorted to an asylum! Any one there? For help you know?

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I said roughly.

"Hello! Good evening Dex!" She and her stupid blabbers.
"How was your day?" She asked turning towards the music system to stop it.

"Who bloody damn gave  you the permission to use my music system?" I inquired of her.

"Umm. The title of your girlfriend might be?" She winked. Gross.

"No one touches my stuff without permission, no one." I rolled my eyes at her.

"Mr Celibate.." I bore my eyes into her caramel ones.
"I am going to get you hanged by your leg if you talk shit." I threatened. She turned sober.
"I just wanted to make you aware that keeping a pair of speakers and music system will in no way result in getting baby speakers. And I have the right to talk shit and if you try to violate my rights, I might as well move the higher authorities." She completed and began giggling again.

"You are going to pay for this!" I retorted.
"Pay? No darling. I am paid for this." She smiled cheekily.
"Trust me. No amount of hatred and anger is sending me away before the stipulated time." She smirked and began dancing again.

She is being paid for what? Troubling me?

I looked over at her dancing self perfunctorily and judging with my smattering knowledge of dance, I could not bring myself to rate it very good.
Not that I would even if I had more knowledge. Huh!

"Oh! You must be tired right? I am waiting for you downstairs. Change and come down for food." She chirped.

Cause of my tiredness! Wrecker of sleep! Ughgh.

"You would like that Dex?" I ignored her for the fifth time but she still grinned like an idiot.
"So Hugh, since your brother believes me to be some witch who would take away his celibacy by mere exchange of sweet words." She said to Hugh and laughed at her own pathetic joke.

Hugh gave me a smirk before looking down at his food, knowing better than none other how much I hate to talk during meals.

"Hugh, your art gallery must have a lot many beautiful paintings right? Do you make paintings as well?" She asked softly nibbling at her food. Atleast she had some etiquettes.

"Yup. I love making paintings." He nodded, smiling cheek to cheek.

"I would love to see some of them if you don't mind." She tucked a strand of hair behind her right ear with her left hand and stole a look at me, making me retreat my eyes immediately. I would have glared really hard.

"Of course! Any time. There is hardly anyone who would appreciate my work." He replied. A twinge of guilt gnawed my insides as I remembered that the last time I visited his art gallery was when he inaugurated it five years ago. Five years!

He has always been inviting me to his exhibitions and programs but I could hardly get time for anything. There was no need to be guilty however. I was busy with my work.

I finished my food and a worker filled my glass with water.

"Oh Dex.. I got prepared some dess.." She started.
"Shut. ****. Up." I growled loudly at her. Her smile shrank and Hugh got up. "Don't speak too much, you idiot. Keep your stupid mouth shut and don't cross limits. I have no bar in getting you dumped into some shit hole and telling father that you ran away with his money." I spat angrily a started walking to my room.

"Dexter." I heard Hugh call me from behind.

I rushed up to my room and banged the door shut. Sitting into my chair, I began working.

~~~Unknowns POV~~~

I looked over at her face which hid so many emotions behind them. "I am sorry for his behaviour Dor. He is like that since forever. Please do not get offended. You can tell dad that he shouts too much on you. Dad will make him understand." Hugh looked over at her.

"Oh! No it's absolutely fine. I didn't know that he likes silence. He must be tired too so late."
Hugh looked away awkwardly. The girl was too innocent and sweet.

"Uh.. You were asking him about some dessert. Can I have it?" He queried.

Her eyes shone brightly again.

"Oh yes! I'll get it for you."

It seemed his father told him that he had appointed her as Dexter Alphi's girlfriend for the next eight months.

"This is a cheesecake. I made it." She told him as he eyed the beautiful heart shaped cake in front of him.

"It looks so beautiful to be eaten. You made this heart for me?" He winked.
"I'm afraid my dear, you are digging deep." She replied with a smile and sat down.

"You could have dated me!" He moaned on having the first bite of the delicious thing.

"We don't need to date a darling to serve him with delicious food."  She said.
"It's brilliant. Perfect blend and muah! Love it!" He shrieked.
"Thank you honey." She looked in my direction and I acted like I was busy with the kitchen work.

"I want more of this tomorrow. It's so yummy." Hugh said rubbing his hands on his stomach.

"Alright. Good night." She smiled at him as he walked to his room. For him it was forgotten how wrongly his brother treated her. He was too absorbed in the sweetness of the cake however I wondered how she would be feeling.

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