in my head, even if I barely pay attention. I mouth each lyrics off the bat in sync

I want some ice-cream

It's five in the morning Aya, what the hell?

Leave me alone!

It's been three weeks, three solid weeks since that very unfortunate day at the club.

And those three weeks has been cruel to me, so so cruel.

He didn't say one word that night when he came after me with his shorts worn backwards, barefooted and completely frazzled.

He just stood there and gave me nothing.

So of course i left, a few days pass and I didn't hear a word from him.

We eventually started with the unfortunate contract that brought us together and so many times i just wanted to go back out and tell Jerry I couldn't do it because I didn't want to face or see him ever again.

But that would mean that he won.

And after all these years of me rasing myself and winning I couldn't give him that satisfaction.

I don't know, I don't know him.

So it's fine, it fine because he won't win he will never win over me. And I refuse to be that sad pathetic girl that gets hung up over some guy.

I DONT KNOW HIM

It's a slogan

And he's just Nikolai, Mr Fücking Udinov and no one else.

So the contract commensed, and i treated him like every other partner or employee I've had to work with.

Professional, polite and apathetic.

Because I don't know him, because all he can give me is nothing.

And I know it shocked him to see me act that way, to be that with him, after all the times we've been intimate together.

But all of that, all those moments it's absolutely nothing.

I sigh.

I want icecream.

And I'm so cold.

I make my way down to the kitchen, i press in the codes and enter into the freezer.

When i come out my phone rings and it's KT calling.

Wtf, why this boy calls me so late?

I ignore it, I'll call him back later today. But he's persistent and annoying.

"What the fûck! What the hell do you want at this time?"

"Just tell your security to let me in and you do the door" He says straight forwardly which is weird "Please" then he sounds like a kid, well like himself.

"It's late" I repeat

"Come on prettytits! Hurry up"

I roll my eyes, but hit the accept to my security team and i work the codes from my phone. I go straight back to my room.

Two minutes later he launches in, or rather comes running in and launches himself at me. I quickly move my icecream away as i lose my breathing in a bear hug.

"Get off of me you bïtch, I can't breathe"

He doesn't, so i pull his hair hard.

"Ow!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you" He pout rubbing on his head "And you're wicked, wicked wicked i tell you"

"Get out KT, just go wherever"

"I risked my life to get here, I messed up my LOUBOUTIN

Taupe Valido Boots and i lost my nose stud, I could barely see while my driver was driving. Horrifying experience, horrifying. But i did it for you, for you okay? Well and those gorgeous tîts too. BUT I DID THIS FOR YOU, so be kind to me I'm sensitive"

I eye him and pull out my phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling security on your ass, go get laid KT and leave me the fûck alone"

"But.. i love you, so very much"

"You're crazy and you're a mad man" I retort.

"What is your favorite Russian food?"

I flinch "Why the fûck are you asking me that?"

"Do you like Russian dïck?"

"WHATTT!?" I sheirk

"Have you fûcked Nikolai fücking Udinov's Russian dïck?"

I throw my phone on his face.

"Ow! Shît Aya whattt the fuck!"

"Get out!" I start to stand, my body is trembling and I'm on the verge of crying.

And i hate that, that seems to happen anytime anything reminds me of him.

"Fuvk, prettytits I'm sorry, I thought that would have made you laugh. It would have before I'm not trying to upset you" He moves towards me stopping my movements.

"I don't care, I know he sent you so you need to leave" I glare at him pulling away.

"Can you just take his call"

"I did take his call he did not have anything reasonable to say" I respond straight forwardly

"You're lying" He deadpans

"Okay fine i am, but get the fûck out right now"

"Please just talk to me say something. You're back to your old self, and you can't challenge me for worrying about you because i am!"

"What the fûck is that suppose to mean?"

"It mean that you're back to being a cold bïtch, you're fine Aya, I know. It's because you know how to take care of yourself so you're fine. But you're not happy, you were when you were smoking coke off his cöck! Now you're just a cold fücking robot. I happen to like high foxy or is it Foxie? I don't know, and he's probably in love with you"

I start to laugh and i wish i had a gun, so since I don't i take my blow dryer.

"He's most definitely not inlove with me. You on the other hand need to get the fûck out before i blow your balls literally"

He looks at me, then snatches my cöck blower. Fücking cumbîtch!

"Can you tell me what he did"

"No, I don't want to talk about it. I want to eat my icecream and watch old Mexican movies. So please get the fûck out"

"Please"

"Urghhh kyung Tae fücking Shin i will kill you"

"I'll make you an icecream cake and let you blow off my cöck"

I roll my eyes trying to hide my smile.

He moves to my bed, pats the space next to him and offers me my icecream "Come on, come tell daddy everything"

"You fuvking irritate me"

But i go to him nevertheless.

"So?"

I sighs and take my icecream from him, i take big scoops and start to eat it. " It's just i asked him what he wanted from me, and he never outright stated his real intentions. He just kept making all this effort, like he actually wanted more than just my body. Something happened, so I questioned him about it instead of answering he told me he only wants to fûck me..."

"Just another long list of men putting me in their object list for a spin"

"And you believed him?" He gawks at me.

"What am I suppose to do? He said it to my face"

"Luce knows absolutely nothing about projecting his feelings, actions yes, talking, feelings nope nada. He's unfortunately reflexively autistic in that aspects. He has never taken an interest in any woman, you're happen to be the first miracle to clarify that he's not gay. So listen to me when i tell you he doesn't just want to fûck you"

"I'm not some experiment to test out his sexuality, and i am mostly definitely not some messiah that's going to help him discover his feelings or sit around until he does. He's a grown ass man and should be able to tell the difference between wants and a resuming apathy" I shake my head moving to lean my back against my army of pilliows

"It's not like that Aya"

"The what is it like?"

He sigh pushing his pretty silky hair out of his face "He didn't mean he only wanted to fûck you Aya, he wouldn't keep... i mean do all those things if he just wanted to fûck you. It's not that hard to find an easy fûck if you look like him"

"That unfortunately is a very useless information compare to what he quite blatantly said to my face. You keep forgetting KT that i live in a world where men easily toss it my face that they want to fûck me. So he's just another man on the list, case dismissed and fücking closed"

"You also live in a world where men chase after you like flies and you flick then off like fake prada. But you however seem not to do that with Luce."

"You need to leave !"

I glare at him, a headache suddenly brewing.

"Fine" He stand

Finally.

I grab my remote and my icecream.

"But here, it's a FaceTime be quick. I'll be in the kitchen. No virtual fücking or bj please i just customised the Apple leather"

Then he disappears while my mouth is wide open

"Foxie"