CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 6: Used Underwear

BLAIR

"Make yourself at home, baby." I rolled my eyes at him. I only earned a deep chuckle from the brute.

I sighed deeply before sitting on the couch, irritated and frustrated that he really brought me to his doghouse.

Guess what? I wasn't even planning on coming here from the first time! But just take a look at this right now! I am inside his doghouse! For real!

Good thing that I didn't see his kinds outside or I will probably start slicing their heads off.

Tch.

"Do you want to come with me? I'll just go to my room and change. I'll lend you some of my clothes too. You're wet and I don't want you to get sick." He said softly. I grimaced but didn't talk. I am not really in in the mood to talk to him right now. I'm seriously pissed at him. But, I am more angry to myself.

Why did I allow him to drag me to his doghouse?! Damn me! Am I really going to break the rules and principles that I built for myself for years?! Really?! For this dog?! No way!

"Go by yourself, dog." I said bitterly, shoving him off my sight. This dog is really something, huh? What is he to me really?! I don't even know why I am breaking my own principles for this guy! Hell! I hate men! In general!

He slightly raised his brow. I thought he was pissed, angry or something, but seeing how the side of his lips rose, I know he's not. Jerk.

"Okay. Stay here, hm? I'll get you some clothes." He crouched a bit and I just frowned at him. I didn't expect the next thing he did.

"I'll be back..." He added softly. He stood straight before turning his back away from me.

He...

I gulped hard before touching my forehead with my right hand.

"D-did he just...kissed my forehead?" I whispered, almost not believing what the bastard did to me awhile ago.

I closed my eyes tightly before frowning.

So what?! So what Blair, huh?! So what if he kissed your forehead?! Why is it a big deal?!

I spent the three minutes blaming myself for my stupidity.

Well, am I going to be too emotional and sentimental of how he kissed my forehead?! No way!

The door of the dog's office opened. He came inside fresh and now wearing a white long sleeves and a black pants that really suits him. It was hugging his muscular body and judging from it, I know he's been an eye candy to some of the women out there.

Some? I scoffed. No way. Let me rephrase it. All women, perhaps.

But not me, of course. I'm the only exception.

I don't like him. I swear to God. He just know how to kiss and make out.

"Here, baby. You can take a shower in my room or here in my office before you change your clothes." He approached me before sitting beside me. I harshly snatched the clothes in his hand before rolling my eyes at him.

I don't want to wear any of his shirts, really. But I don't have any choice right now. I'm cold and I don't want to get sick or something. I'm still human. I must not forget that. I'm not immune with colds yet.

"Thank you..." he said teasingly. I frowned at him before I stood up and made my way to the bathroom inside his office.

I locked the door before examining the clothes he brought for me. My frown turned into an anger when I saw an underwear and a bra.

What the freak?!

Angry, I throw it away and it landed straight to the opened toilet bowl.

I gritted my teeth.

I know right. I know! I really know it! He's a player! A fvcking playboy dog!

He's keeping his girls here, huh?! And these aren't fresh underwear so I know that someone had already used it! He's really going to make me wear it?! What does he take me for?! A fool?! As if I'll wear that shit!

I'd rather be naked inside than wearing some used underwear from his girls! No fvcking way! That stupid brute disgusting dog!

My shower didn't take too long. I didn't even enjoy his luxurious bathroom because I was thinking of the used underwear he gave me! Fvck him!

I dried myself up before changing into the white long sleeves he gave me. It was too long for me, of course, it wasn't mine and not my size at all. I found some of his boxers inside the mini closet inside the bathroom. I know it was used already, but I still choose to wear it. It's two times better than having that shitty panty in the toilet.

Frowning, I came out from the bathroom. My eyes immediately flew to him. He was already sitting on his swivel chair, facing some papers on his table.

I scoffed.

He might've saw me from his peripheral vision so he turned to my side but I was too fast to look away before drying my hair with the towel.

"Babe..."

I didn't answered. Why would I? I'm not his babe. And certainly, my name is not babe. I'm Morgan Blair Nashira. And not some babe. Definitely not a pig.

I sat on the couch while I was pretending to be busy on drying my hair.

"You're not wearing underneath, Morgan."

W-what?!

Shocked, I turned to him with wide eyes. Why does he know my name?!

"How did you...know my name?!"

Instead of answering me, he frowned even more. He stood up from his seat and I didn't know why it made me suddenly nervous. Gods!

"I have my ways and don't try to change the topic. My question is, why weren't you wearing something underneath? I gave you something, right? Where is it? I'll wear it to you myself."

What?!

I blinked multiple times when he kneeled in front of me. Both of his hands flew to each side of my waist.

For while, I was lost with his piercing green eyes. But then, he reminded me with that shits he gave me!

"Really?! You want me to wear that used underwear?! You want me to wear the underwear that one of your girls left?! You're a disgusting dog!"

He frowned at me before caressing my waist softly. I shivered.

"Don't be angry. Calm down, babe..."

Fvck this disgusting dog! Does he really think I'll calm down?! And he didn't even try to deny! Extremely disgusting!