AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I already hate this.
Chapter Nine
Mira
“Get up!” Sunder shouts from somewhere in my living room. I jump at the sound of three loud bangs into the solid wood door. Bobble meows in response. I roll over pulling the blankets over my head saying, “Are you kidding me right now? Go away.”
“I’m coming in,” Sunder says as he pushes open the door.
I sit up, glaring at him. He changed into gray slacks and a blue button-up shirt. I wrinkle my brows at the oddly dressy attire, considering the sun isn’t even up yet. Sunder stalks to the bed, pulling the covers off Bobble and me.
“What is wrong with you? How did you even get in here?” My voice is cracked and hoarse from lack of sleep. “It’s still dark outside, you monster.”
“We’ve got a big day ahead of us. I made coffee.”
He picks up my cat and tosses him on the floor, but not rough enough to harm him. I chuck a pillow at his face, but he blocks it easily with his hand.
Sunder glares back at me dangerously. “You’re welcome.”
He disappears through the doorway. Seconds later, sounds of metal clanging on the stove ring through my ears. I lay back down, burying myself under the covers again.
What a prick. He breaks into my apartment in the middle of the night to wake me up? My teeth ache from clenching. I close my eyes, sinking deeper into my pillow even though my boiling rage is pumping through my veins now.
Cold air whooshes around me as Sunder pulls the blanket off me again.
“Up!” Without turning back to see if I obey, he leaves again.
Seething, I follow him into the kitchen to give him a piece of my mind. His muscular back greets me as he tends pans on the stove. Smells of bacon and coffee waft into my nose. The tension between my eyebrows releases slightly as my stomach rumbles, suddenly too aware I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday. That’s probably a record for me.
Sunder pauses, turning. His inky hair is tied back so I can see the way the shirt hugs each curve of his thick arms. His gaze creeps up my body slowly, lingering for a moment too long. He moves to pour two mugs of coffee, leaving me self-conscious about not changing before storming into my kitchen. I’m only wearing an old over-sized t-shirt and panties.
No, this is my house, and he can fuck off.
Sunder hands me a cup of coffee and a plate of crispy bacon with two sunny-side up eggs. He pours a glass of orange juice and sets it down on the table. I didn’t even know I had orange juice. Or bacon.
Did he go to the grocery store?
I have a hard time picturing him pushing a shopping cart. Returning to the stove, he pours pancake batter into the pan.
Seriously? Is he trying to feed an army?
Disgruntled, but slightly less annoyed, I sit at the table and begin silently eating the surprisingly delicious meal he made. Glancing around, I assume Bobble went back to sleep. Traitor.
When the pancakes are done and served, Sunder sits across the table watching me eat.
Nope, not creepy at all.
Between bites, I ask, “So, are you going to tell me how you broke into my apartment or just going to keep me on the edge of my seat?”
His eyes narrow as he brings his steaming mug to his lips, but he doesn’t respond. I feel my face contort in rage. Each bite of this amazing buttermilk pancake just frustrates me more.
“You aren’t eating. Don’t you know you have a big day ahead?” I ask, my voice dripping with venom as I lob his own words back at him. I doubt I slept 4 hours last night.
Again, Sunder doesn’t respond to my goading. He just sips his black coffee, looking at me with those intense brown eyes.Cool guys only drink black coffee.I bet he stuffs his face as soon as I leave. I spitefully add more sugar to my coffee, as if I’m besting him somehow by delighting in the sugary goodness.
“So, is this what you think giving me space to think about it looks like?” I snap at him. His silence pisses me off even more, as if I’m not worth responding to.
He looks at me expectantly, as if waiting for my next outburst.
