❃ End of the deal ❃

Lottie tries to wiggle herself out of the tight grip holding her back but it just seems impossible.

Her eyes fluttered open to see what’s holding back her freedom of movement and the first thing it beheld was his hard broad chest.

Right! She could remember the other night, how he had cuddled her to sleep. She lifted her face up to find him still sleeping soundly.

“Rooney” She calls softly to wake him up. No movement came from him though.

“Roo…ney?” She calls again poking his chest with her finger. This time he stirred, squinting his eyes.

“Rooney…” She called for the third time when he finally opens his eyes, he brought his gaze down to hers which was looking up at him.

“Let…go” She mumbles, gesturing to his arms around her. However, he looks at her for some moments as if he’s trying to figure out something.

“Are we gonna continue staying…like this?” Her voice sounded out softly again and that seems to bring his senses back fully.

“f_ckING HECK!!” Uncalculatedly, he pushes her roughly away from him like she’s some kind of danger to run away from, this sudden action made her roll on the bed and fell to the floor with a loud thud.

“Arggh…” She wince, holding her waist.

“That freaky f-__-ker…” She cussed underneath her breath, standing on her knees immediately.

“HEYYY!!!” She roared loudly at him making him flinches on the bed he is.

“My God…” He places his palm on his chest.

“Will you stop shouting for f_ck sake YOU SCARED ME!!!” He finds himself yelling back.

“You bastardo!” She got a pillow on the bed and throw it at him with all force.

“HEY! YOU NUTS!” He scrowl as the pillow hits his head.

“Why! Did it broke a bone in your f_cking head!” She threw another at him.

“Eish!!” Instead of answering, he got the pillow and hit it on her head.

“You tell me!!” He retorted.

She scoffs loudly.

“What a petty freak!” She took the other pillow and hit it on him, he also retaliated hy hitting one on her. Like that, they both engage in a fierce pillow combat.

Unfortunately for Rooney, the pillow he was hitting her with got thrown away to the floor and before he could get it, Lottie began hitting him with hers, vigorously.

“Ah! It hurts!!”

“Stop hitting me!!”

“Ah!!!”

“Hey!!!” He suddenly held the pillow, dragging it from her.

“Let go!”. She grits.

“You let it go!” He gritted back.

“Hey!”

“What!”

“Hey!!”

“Give it to me”

“f_cking let go!!!” She drag it hardly from him with all vigor getting the pillow to rip apart, the pillow suddenly ripping apart made him loses his balance on the bed he is and so, he finds himself falling on her with her falling back on the bed.

Their heavy breathes mixed together as their faces stood only few inches away, the pillow feathers falling on them like flower petals.

One of the pillow feathers fell right on the right side of her cheek and he find himself bringing his hand downward to take it away, taking it away, his palm spread on her cheek rubbing it slowly and his face finds itself leaning down towards hers.

Lottie’s heartbeat automatically started palpitating faster than normal, her eyes blinking in anticipation for his next actions.

His face didn’t ceased leaning down and her lips parted instinctively to welcome his but then…

Knock! Knock!! Came on the door disrupting them right away.

He stopped instantly and before he could say a word, she pushed him away from her roughly and got away from the bed dashing into the bathroom.

“Ahh…” Rooney winces, rubbing his elbow which hits the floor he got pushed to.

The knock came again.

“Who’s it?” He asked now a little grumpily.

“It’s Pamela, breakfast is served ma’am and Sir” Pamela announced from outside and he rolled his eyes.

“We’re coming! Go.” He dismissed her, sitting on the floor not bothering to stand up.

“Of all moment…” He brought his palm to his racing heart.

“What exactly are you doing… Rooney?” He mutters to himself.

Lottie whereas in the bathroom also stood by the door with her heart thumbing hard, and her cheeks burning red.

“What’s with him suddenly…” She thought then rushed over to the drawer pulling out a small one. She took out a drug swallowing four pills consecutively.

Then she brought her palm to her heart patting it slowly.

*. *. *.

Silence took over as both sat at the dining room eating their food slowly. Pamela could tell something was wrong by how awkward the two were.

“Oh ma’am” She suddenly says leaning closer to Lottie, she brought her hand forward to her hair, Lottie leans back instinctively with her eyes glaring hard at her.

“What are you doing?” She asked grumpily.

“Trying to remove this” Pamela took out the pillow feather stuck in her hair out and show it to her with a smile.

Lottie rolls her eyes.

“Don’t ever touch me again” She glared hard.

Pamela only smiles out.

“Your hair feels oily, how about I help you wash it later” She suggested.

Lottie was about giving her a reply when Rooney spoke out.

“I’ll do that don’t worry. You can just try to clean up the room it’s messy.” Rooney smiles at her.

“I can wash my hair myself” Lottie however says then stood up leaving.

“Hey! Won’t you finish up your meal! Lottie!” Rooney called after her but she didn’t answer.

“She hasn’t been eating well lately, what’s up with her?” He thought.

LATER.

A knock came on the door followed by it opening with Pamela coming in.

“I never asked you to come in” Lottie says with a frown.

“Lottie let’s_”

“Stop!” She interrupted her.

“Just do what you came here to do and Leave. Don’t you even dare… talking to me” She glared then walk over to the bathroom. Pamela was about following her when the door opens and Rooney came in.

“Oh… you’re here already. Can you be fast about it?” Rooney said and she nods with a smile.

“My wife?” He asked.

“In the bathroom” She replied, Rooney nods then walk to the bathroom. He met Lottie washing her hair already.

“I told you I’ll help you with that” He walks towards her.

“I can do it myself” She replied flatly.

“I’ll do it. Just let me” He removes her hand then put his, washing and pressing on her scalp gently. Lottie decides to let him.

“Just for how long have you left it unwashed, look at those dandruff everywhere…” He teases as he washes it. But she said nothing.

He clears his throat.

“You’re…very silent today. It’s unlike you” He said again.

“Rooney…” She finally calls.

“Uh?”

“Tell me, why are you being…nice to me suddenly?” She asked getting him speechless.

“The Rooney I know would… submitted to such thing as washing my hair” She said again.

“Why are you been nice to me all of a sudden?” She asks again but instead of answering, he got some foam from her hair and rubs it on her face.

“HEY!!” She yelled at him causing him to chortle out loud.

“Yeah that’s me being nice to you. What do you think?” He wiggle his brow while she stood from where she’s sitting, she wipe the foam away from her face and glares at him angrily.

“You come here!” She also got some foam from the basin full of foamy water and chase him around with it in the bathroom.

“Easy there, you’re gonna fall!” He said to her.

“Rooney!!!” She gritted as he ran towards her however she indeed slips but he caught her before she could fall.

“I told you to be careful…wife” He smirks down at her.

“Jerk!” She pushed him away and made to walk out but he grab her back slamming her back against the wall, his figure tower overs in a wall trap.

“Are you angry?” He asked staring down at her who wouldn’t look at him.

“You’ve been getting angry at me a lot this days… grumpy also” He says.

“I’ve always been like this” She replied dryly.

“No…”He put his finger under her chin to raise her head up, now their eyes met.

“I feel like you’re becoming someone different, and more distant” He stared keenly at her.

“Have we ever been close?” She asked back rather impassively.

“Lottie…” He steps more close to her, their bodies colliding now.

“You’re the one acting different, look. You’re now” She said to him.

“That’s because…” His eyes darted down to her lips and he finds himself licking his. His palm transferred to her cheek, cupping it.

She sunk in her breath, feeling the same familiar wave of emotions surging through her again.

“Rooney…” She calls almost in a whisper, looking up to him but he said nothing, only brought his face down, his lips targeting hers.

His palm on her cheek brought her face closer to his and her eyes went close but just when their lips are to be met, he suddenly stops, then pulls away. She opens her eyes on feeling his withdrawer, her confused eyes raked his but without saying anything, he walks out of the bathroom leaving her stunned.

Lottie stood on her spot for some moments trying to collect herself and figure out what just happened.

By the time she would have gone out, Rooney was no more in the bedroom. She went downstairs and met him about leaving the house.

“Rooney!” She immediately ran to him, holding him back.

“I’m going out and I might come late. Don’t wait for me” He said and was about leaving but she stops him again.

“We need to talk. I have somethi_”

“Later” He removed his hand from hers and went out without giving her a chance to say more.

Lottie couldn’t help sighing out loudly where she stood.

“Now it’s finally us two alone” She heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Let’s talk about us now… shall we?” Pamela says but Lottie ignores her and walk back upstairs, not giving her face.

Pamela smirks.

“Avoid it all you want Lot, in the end you’ll succumb to me…for sure” She thought out loud.

***

For the whole day Lottie didn’t come out of the room, she stayed inside working on her laptop.

“I’m sorry but this will be my last work. I’m quitting writing after this” She says on the phone.

“No…not a hiatus. I’m quitting for good. I’m sorry, I’ll finish up this book as soon as possible and send it to you. Yeah… just give me a few days” She ends the call and let out a sighs.

Her eyes darted to the time and another sigh left her mouth.

10:48 Pm, and Rooney isn’t back yet.

“Is he not coming back home tonight?” She thought.

Closing her laptop, she stood and went inside the bathroom, seconds later she came out beating her chest. Seems the drugs she took got stuck in her chest. She took some water but it still won’t go down so she resorted to hitting her back on the wall, she was still on this when her phone chimed. Thinking it may be Rooney, she rushed over to where it is and check the message that came in.

💬You have to come tomorrow, it can’t be left delayed any longer. We should talk about the next step💬 The message says. She rolls her eyes then walk to the bed lying on it. Her mind wandered off to earlier while Rooney tried kissing her.

“Why did he do that, and why did he stop?” She couldn’t help thinking.

*. *. *.

She was already dozing off to sleep when she heard the door opens and someone walks in.

Obviously, she knew it’s Rooney. She would have gotten up to at least talk to him but she couldn’t due to how sleepy she is already. So she just lay there.

It didn’t take much seconds before Rooney joined her on the bed, once again like the other night, she felt his arm snaking around her from behind.

“Rooney…” She mutters even on the verge of drowsiness.

“The coldness may come again, I’m doing this to at least take precaution” He mutters behind her.

“Did you drink?” She asks as she could smell alcohol from him.

“Go to sleep” He only said.

“…and consider this a dream” He added, cuddling her the more.

“A… dream?” She mumbles.

~NEXT MORNING~

It has been a while she has been awake now, without moving away from his arms wraps possessively around her, she just stares at him, without saying a word. What he said the other night replayed in her head

“A dream?” She mutters.

“What do you mean by that Rooney… could it be what I’m thinking?” She thought, tracing her finger from the bridge of his nose, to his lips.

His lips moved and she quickly withdrew her fingers, closing her eyes pretending to be asleep. Rooney’s eyes opens slowly, to meet her beautiful face close to his. A soft smile spread on his lips before he could knew it. He leans more closer and kiss her forehead, her eyes flung open instantly.

“What are you doing?” She asks obviously taken aback.

“Waking up my wife” He replied simply.

“And since when did you you start waking me up with a kiss on the forehead?” She craves a brow.

“Since when did we start cuddling to sleep and waking up in each other’s arms?” He asked back rather.

“That’s because you_”

“Do you prefer I do it on the lips instead?” He impeded and she quickly covers her lips with her palm, blinking.

He chuckles silently.

“Go wash up, your breath stinks” He flickers her forehead then gets away from the bed walking into the bathroom.

Lottie removes her palm from her lips and scoffs.

“Did he take the wrong drugs, what’s with him seriously…so confusing” She sighs out.

“Oh my!” Rooney places his palm on his racing chest the moment he got to the bathroom.

“I must be going crazy seriously… Rooney why do you keep doing weird things…” He scolded himself.

“To me I think you have fallen for her, this is a typical example of hatred turned Love. I knew this would happen!” Louis words from the other night ring in his head.

“No…this is only a reaction from the sudden confession I heard from her. It’s only for a while…I still h@ťě her and…yeah, I’m just excited since I’ll be f-__-king her pretty soon” He grins.

“That’s it…fallen my foot, I can never fall for that freak of a girl… never” He shook his head.

“I prolly shouldn’t stall any longer now. Let’s just get this over with” He concluded determined.

Lottie walks around the room biting her fingernails.

“I can’t stall this any longer…I have to tell him…I should before it gets too late” She deliberates walking to and fro.

“What is he doing, why isn’t he coming out?” She thought expectantly and impatiently.

Moments later, the door opens and Rooney walks out of the bathroom, the moment he does, she ran over to him.

“Rooney I really really really need to tell you something. If I don’t tell you now I might regret it later so will you please, listen to me” She said in a breath.

“I’ll listen later for now, come with me” He held her hand.

“To where?” She asked with a raised brow as he takes her downstairs.

“I need to show you something. Come on” He took her towards a room and on getting there, he brought out a key from his pocket and unlock the door.

“Come in” He ushered her in with a smile. Lottie steps in slowly into the room and her mouth drops in astonishment at what she saw.

Beautiful paintings surrounding her.

The room turned out to be his Atelier.

“Whoah…” She marveled at the paintings, looking around at each. Rooney stood with folded arms behind her, a proud smirk on his lips. He also looks around but then his eyes widened when he saw something.

“f-__-k no!” He swiftly runs towards a painting at a corner, covering it with a white clothing. Lottie looks at him.

“These are your paintings? You’re quite talented” She praises.

“Yeah…” He walks over to another painting covered with a white clothing and removed it.

“Here it is. The painting you asked for. The end of my own deal” He smiles gesturing to the painting he had spends over a week on.

“Wow!!” She exclaimed looking at the painting.

“You really did it! It’s so beautiful….” She smiles out widely admiring it.

“You love it?” He asked with a smile.

“This is surely a masterpiece. I guess you’re really good at this, it’s so great!”

“Then…” From behind her, he slips his arm around her waist. Her heart instantly skips a beat.

“I guess… you’re mine to f-__-k now” His lips slowly brushes on her bare neck while his hands went up to her chest, groping her B-__-bs.

Shivers runs down her system immediately with her breath getting hitched.

“Hmmm?” He added, tracing his lips around her neckline teasingly.

He then spun her around suddenly and carries her, dropping her on a table there, he got between her legs and attack her neck with his lips, sucking and biting teasingly getting her to breath out intensely.

“Rooney…” She calls out breathlessly, pulling him away slightly. He quirk a brow at her.

“Wife, remember the deal. I did the painting as you wanted, don’t tell me you’re planning on going back on your word now?”

“No… I’m not” She replied, shaking her head.

“Then…” His hand went to her right shoulder, sliding down the strap of her lingerie.

It went down to her arm, half of her right B-__-b became visible and he stares at it with lustful gaze.

“Wait!” She stops him and he furrows his brow.

“First, first let me ask a question”

“A question? What…?”

She swallowed nothing, somehow hesitant to talk.

“Do you…do you really see me as nothing but just a slut like others you must f-__-k?” She asked keenly, her gaze solely fixed on his.

“What…?” He finds himself asking rather.

“I ask, if you really feel nothing apart from the lust of f-__-king me. Am I merely really just a hole you must f-__-k, Rooney?” She asked again with her heart thumbing hard in her ribcage, anticipating for his answer.

~T.B.C~