Chapter eight

Ava drifted in and out of sleep all through the night, she was pressed, she really needs to use the bathroom but the devil beside her wouldn’t answer to her whenever she called to him. It surprises her how an assassin like him can sleep so deeply with no fear in the world that someone could sneak in and put a bullet in his head. It also leaves her wondering why he had mentioned that he was not a good sleeper yet he sleeps so well the two times he had slept beside her.

She glared at him in annoyance, he had left the light on and it was also one of the reasons she was finding it hard to sleep. She had ended up wondering how a man who is so in love with the darkness could sleep with the light on. She shut her eyes with a sigh, wondering if morning would ever come as she drifted into sleep once more.

Waking up again, her bladder was so full that she doubts if she could hold it anymore, glancing at the man still asleep beside her, she called to him, “excuse me, excuse me, hey!” she shouted when he ignored her, “El Diablo or whatever you call yourself, would you answer to me you asshole?” He turned on the bed, ignoring her and she knew he was awake and probably don’t want to answer to her or deal with her problem this morning. The first light of the day was already appearing and she praised herself for her endurance. She had held in her urine all night and this bastard is not even appreciating it. “Listen to me, if you don’t untie me right now to use the bathroom, I am going to decorate this bed of yours with my urine and I have told you before that I won’t be embarrassed and trust me, I won’t.”

If he heard her, he didn’t show it. “I am talking to, I will do it, don’t dare a frustrated woman,” she shouted but he still ignored her. Ava scoffed and nodded, “fine then, have it your way,” she said and let go of her bladder, soiling the bedspread. She waited patiently till he notices that she had done what she said she would and she was fighting really hard to hold in her laughter. Her body was soaked and she was disgusted as well but it was hers and she could live with that, the real deal was how the man with her would react and she just couldn’t wait to find out.

She could feel the wetness spreading and she counted in her mind till he reacts and just at number ten, the man on the bed jumped up like he had pricked with a needle. He turned to look at her, first in surprise and then his black eyes went to the big circle under her butt and his face was covered in shock as he looked at her again.

“I told you I would do it,” Ava said with all the innocence she could muster.

The man before her was speechless, he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, he pointed his finger at her but he couldn’t think of any curse to lay on her. Ava imagined his head filling up with red liquid and whistling when filled like in cartoons just as he threw his hand up and started shouting curses in Spanish and for that moment, she was so happy she couldn’t understand him, if not, she wondered what profanities he was throwing at her.

She watched him shouting and yelling as he paced around the room, all she could hear were noises for she understood not a single thing and the way the words rolled of his tongue made it interesting to watch and right there and then, she decided she loved Spanish and when freed from his clutches, she was so as hell going to learn it.

The angry man finally turned to her, breathing like a bull and she resumed her innocent look, “fine,” he said still panting in anger, “you love messing up, right? Great, we will mess up and we will know who would get tired and plead to the other. Hoy me ocuparé de que la próxima vez lo pensaría dos veces antes de mojar la cama en mi cama.  Ah, Dios, ¿qué clase de chica es esta?” he added as he approached her side of the bed in quick strides. “I will deal with you today that next time you would think twice before bedwetting on my bed.  Ah Christ, what kind of a girl is this?”

Ava was wary when he was approaching her and the way he was looking at her told her that the last thing he said wasn’t a curse anymore and probably a threat, “hey, what the hell are you planning?”

He said nothing to her and started untying her, “get up,” he ordered when she was free.

“What do you want to do?” she asked warily.

“Get up, you just peed on yourself didn’t you? What, now you don’t want to clean up?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh,” she said and stood up, she robbed her wrists and looked up at him before slowing walking to the direction of the bathroom. The look in his eyes told her she was in for something and she was a little scared on what that would be. What is he planning to do to her? She wondered as she approached the bathroom, opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. She looked back to discover that he was still watching her, she took a deep breath, deciding within her to be prepared for whatever it would be and whatever it would be, she promised herself to find a way through it.

She took off her soiled nightwear and opened the glass door, stepping in, she turned on the shower and loved the feel of the water on her body, finally. If she had known bedwetting was what it would cost her to have a shower, she would have done it since yesterday. She used the liquid soap she saw there, which she knows belongs to him; the fragrance was that of masculine gender as she expected. Finally clean like she would want, she took the white towel hanging on the hanger and dried herself as well as her hair, then she tied it round her chest before walking out of the bathroom to find him still standing at the position she left him with his arms crossed on his chest.

“Done?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and she nodded, “good, now come change the sheets.”

“What?” Ava asked, she has never changed her bedspread, so why would he want her to do his?

“You wet the bed, you change the sheet as well as wash it, now hurry up, chop-chop,” he clapped his hands to hurry her up.

“Fine, I will do it but first, get me something to put on,” she demanded.

“Oh,” he smiled, “that’s um…impossible.”

Ava frowned, “what do you mean?”

“The last time I checked, I am a man not a woman, so you don’t expect me to have female wears lying around. You should have thought about that before wetting the one you had on.”

“But…You don’t expect me to wear my nightwear every single time, I had to change it some point.”

“Then you would have been delivered and it would be the problem of you and your owner, not mine, so hurry up. You need to dry up my bed, change the sheet and wash the soiled one,” he said, noticing how she was staring at him, “oh, am I being a bad man? It’s expected, I have never been good.”

Ava clenched her fingers in tight fists to calm herself down, “if you want me to do all those things you mentioned, you better find me something to wear, if not, then go to hell.”

“And I will gladly send you there if you don’t get your sweet ass right here.”

“I’m not doing it.”

“Don’t dare me.”

“Fuck you.”

“Again with the fuck word?”

“I don’t fucking care, you understand? You are not going to get me out of my good life only to bring me here to be a slave to you, who do you think you are?” She asked, her anger was getting the best of her, “you lack basic etiquette, you don’t know how to talk to a woman, you don’t know how to treat a woman, you disrespect women, you-you-you know nothing. You know what, you need to be sent back to school to learn how to treat a woman since your mother didn’t teach you enough, you….” She stopped when she noticed the room had dropped a few degrees and she looked at the man with her to notice that he was vibrating and she need not to be told that it was from anger.

The next she saw was him turning to the wardrobe behind him and turning back to her with a sliver gun in his hand, pointed at her. His eyes were darker than usual and every pore on his body spoke of danger. Her heart missed a beat as she finally realized that she was now looking at the El Diablo her father told her about and she wondered what her fate would be.