Noelle

Noelle

I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the huge mark on the side of my neck. It was the same spot where Malcolm had bitten and sucked.

Letting out a long and tired sigh, I made my way out of my room, to go watch some TV downstairs.

Malcolm had long left the house and I was the only one in.

I was about to take my seat when the doorbell rang. My brows furrowed in surprise, knowing fully well that it was not Mal.

One reason was that he wouldn't be back so early and two, he would just barge into the house, he never used the doorbell.

So, I guessed that it was Bertha, the cook that Malcolm had assigned to me. But I had strictly told her earlier that I was not going to have breakfast.

“Coming.” I dropped my bag of chips on a nearby table, before heading towards the door.

“Bertha I told you–” My voice trailed off, the moment I saw the person standing by the door.

It was not Bertha, but Millie. Malcolm's sister.

“Millie–” I stammered in a flabbergasted tone. I certainly wasn't exp