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“What the actual fuck?” Myla mumbled as she felt the heat rise through her body. Her hands began to shake with anger while she contemplated on her reply.
To: Romeo
From: Juliet
9.20pm
Are you a freak who gets off on winding vulnerable women up? You replied to my advert for a Fake Fiancé. You called me Juliet and yourself Romeo!!
What a joke you are! Romeo? More like Rain Man!!!
Slinging her phone on her bed, she yanked on her sweats and a T-shirt and raked a brush through her dark tangled hair. Forcing it into a pony tail she stomped downstairs to fix something to eat. Pulling out the ready-made lasagna from the freezer, she haphazardly threw it into the oven and turned it on, before grabbing her laptop and settling down at the kitchen table. She tried to busy herself with work as she looked at the latest amendments to her client’s request, but her curiosity was getting the better of her and her mind drifted to her e-mail, again.
Had he replied? Ignore it Myla, duty calls.
Taking a note of the measurements for the extra bridesmaid dress, she made a side note to order more plum fabric. Before she knew it, she was frantically trying to sign into her e-mail account.
There was a message. From him.
To: Juliet
From: Romeo
9.30pm
Holy shit!
Firstly, I’m only a freak in the bedroom. Not that you’ll ever get to know.
Secondly, do you get off on insulting me? You called me Rain Man.
Thirdly, you have a serious anger issue.
Her mouth gaped open at his response. She had half expected to have not received a reply at all, but now she had, her eyes zoned in on the seven words only, that her tiny brain had taken in.
I’m only a freak in the bedroom. I’m only a freak in the bedroom.
She closed her eyes and gulped. Her blood began coursing through her body at a feverish rate. Pushing herself away from the table she unlocked the patio doors and slid them open letting the cold night breeze flow into her stifled space. She heard the familiar sound of a new e-mail arrive. Dropping back into her seat she opened it up.
From: Romeo
To: Juliet
9.42pm
What, no comeback? What’s up Juliet? Has this Montague silenced your tongue?
To: Romeo
From: Juliet
9.43pm
Dick head!
“Dick head?” She questioned. She slouched back into the chair. “Of all the extensive vocabulary in my knowledge, the only words I could find to send are dick head? Way to go Myla,” she chastised loudly.
From: Romeo
