Chapter 6 She's Bored

• Morning came and it was not a great day for Absinthe. Who doesn't have a great morning when the one who opens up to her is Vander, hugging her waist while peacefully sleeping, and breathing sexily?
• Her forehead creased. She slowly removes Vander's hand from her waist and slowly gets up on the bed. She watched the sleeping sex addict, rolled her eyes, and walk silently to the bathroom. She took a bath and after that wear her usual button-down sleeveless and a pair of khaki shorts, and her Massimo Matteo sandal.
• The guy is not on the bed when she walked out of the bathroom but she was startled when someone's arm behind her wrapped around her waist, sniffing her neck.
• "Good morning, sweetie. I didn't see you when I woke up," He whispered, huskily.
• Absinthe can feel the hotness of his breath that lingers on her skin. She tries to get rid of his grip but she can't either move. "Let go, Costello." She said, coldly.
• Someone is being teased. Vander laughed at the back of his head. He planted a small kiss on Absinthe's neck and she's avoiding that to deepen more.
• "Vander..." she calls out his name, "let me go and stop kissing my neck!" she commanded.
• Damn this guy. Is he a dog? For goodness’ sake, he's planting soft kisses on my skin and sometimes biting it.
• "I kind of like to tease you even more. I like your smell."
• She clenched her fist. Behind, Vander tries to spread both legs of her using his foot. She restrained herself, nothing happened because she can't do anything. She's locked up by Vander's hand.
• "Tease your face, jerk!" She blurted. "Stop what you are doing, Vander... or else, I'll fucking kill you right now." She threatened but Vander just chuckled.
• His mouth darted to her ear and whispered. "If you really want to kill me, why now? Do you love this kind of treatment－my soft side rather?" He asks, huskily.
• Vander's hand that wrapped around her waist traveled down. She felt shivers on her spine while Vander is doing such arousal. She felt that he was unbuttoning her pants. She struggles with every touch and every move of Vander.
• "Don't unbutton it, Vander!" She sounded mad. "Strip other women out there, not me! Don't use me as your pleasuring slave that satisfies your manly needs. I am not giving in to your bullshits!"
• Vander didn't listen to her. He slid his hands inside Absinthe's trousers, tracing its waist and smoothly, his hands are now on her feminine, massaging it and slowly teasing the tip of it.
• "How I love to tease you this way, Absinthe. And I want you to touch me too," he whispered, huskily. "Will you do that? I'm on a hard-on, sweetie." Early in the morning, is not good for her. His touch, it's not good for her plans.
• "You love to tease me..." she paused, didn't find what she's gonna say next. "But I love to kill you most," she added.
• Before Vander could talk, she stomped his foot on Vander's. At that move, Vander let her go, jumping like a kangaroo while holding his foot and cussing like there was no tomorrow.
• "Damn! Shit! Fuck it, Absinthe!" He shouted, angry. "It hurts, what the hell!"
• Absinthe folded her hands to her chest. "You deserve it, El Señor." She said, turning her back to Vander. She was about to take a step when Vander spoke again.
• "I deserve this, Absinthe but you deserved to be punished in the punishing room, chain you again and I will show you what you deserved." Coldly, he passed her and walked out of the room.
• Absinthe left in there, hanging to Vander's word. She clenched her fist again and button her pants. Sighing deeply, she stomped out of the room and went downstairs.
• She looks for Vander but she didn't see him. Went to the kitchen and toast bread for her breakfast and after that she find herself walking towards the pool area, carrying a bottle of wine, and seated on the lounge.
• Sipping her wine, someone whistled at the back. She turned her gaze in there only to find out who was that. Her forehead creased when she realized it was the man with a piercing on his left eyebrow whistled.
• "Alone? Early in the morning, you're drinking wine." He greeted me when he reached his lounge.
• She rolled his eyes. She doesn't even know why this man is here. "It's none of your fucking business."
• He leaned his face looking likely kissing her before whispering something. "What if I tell you, it was my business? I know what you are trying to do, Luna."
• Her eyes widened. "I didn't know what you are saying, jerk. Move your face away from me," she blurted, coldly.
• "Very clever, Absinthe. A smart assassin of DiVance Mafia." Smirking, he moved away from her face. "I'm Vincent Michael, cousin of Vander. And I am one of the reapers of the Greco Mafia." He introduces himself.
• Absinthe just sipped on her wine. "Do I look like I care? Nothing to introduce, I know you know me very well," she uttered, rudely.
• The guy named Vincent Michael chuckled. "Smart, huh? Yes, I have already known you from the very start."
• Absinthe flashes her smirk. "Then nothing to talk about too. Move your ass away from here and find that asshole cousin of yours." Her usual barbaric tone hits differently.
• Little they didn't know was, Vander is sharply looking at them from afar. He felt mad at his cousin because he has the guts to talk with Absinthe. He warned him not to approach her but he disobeyed him.
• "Damn you, Vincent. I fucking kick you out of this mansion." Vander whispered to himself. "Get ready, Absinthe. I'll fucking tarnish your dignity."
• Absinthe finished a bottle of wine before she stood up. She felt her head spinning, she massaged her temple and went upstairs only to find out that Vander is deeply looking at her madly. His eyes are on fire, looks likely ready to punish someone.
• "What the hell are you doing?" He coldly asks.
• Absinthe on her throbbing head didn't know what he was talking about. She raised her eyebrows at him. "What are you talking about? Please, just get out of the room. I need to rest because my head is spinning!" She yelled.
• Clenching his jaw and fist, "You dare to get drunk in this daylight?" He mocked.
• "You fucking don't care! It's just wine. What makes you angry like that? There's nothing wrong with drinking. I'm bored so I wanted to drink," she answered, playfully.
• "Bored?" He asks, "If you're fucking bored, the pool area is wide, you can swim. The mansion is wide for you to not get bored! So, you don't have to talk to my cousin!" He scolded her, most likely arguing about something else.