CHAPTER 6

JACK'S POV:

"HAIST! I'M F*CKIN' TIRED!"

I yelled out those words in a very tired voice before I let myself fall on the floor. I didn't even see that I was going to hit something on my face.

Oh! Sh*t!

"AWW!" I closed my eyes with pain.

I couldn't touch my forehead, I had been hit by a flying toy car. My hands and feet were numb. I couldn't even move a single one of them.

'I'm really tired. I want to rest.'

"Haist..." I hissed and didn't get up from where I was lying.

Hah! I'll just sleep here.

"Hey! You're going home in that condition again. Are you stupid, Jack?" A shrill voice greeted me and even managed to tug on my hair after he approached my direction.

"Haist! Don't ruin my day, Froyd. I'm tired!" I snorted in annoyance and tried to move my hand to stop him from disturbing me. "I want to sleep..." I added and closed my eyes again.

Without minding the cold floor.

"What did you do that made you so tired? Then don't lie down on the floor. It's cold there! You're not a kid anymore, hey!" He insisted on picking me up.

But because I'm someone he can't pick up, he can't do what he wants. He's too short!

"Jack. Lie down on the sofa." He said threateningly but I ignored him. I didn't want to leave. I just wanted to be here.

"I'm so tired...is this how handsome guys live? Can I donate my handsomeness?"

"Wow, what an air guy! Go away. Where's Jack, who has no manners and is always mad at the world?"

"He's in hell. They're calling for you too."

"' No need! He's more suited to hell. I think Satan is his brother."

"What did you say?" I slowly stood up from my prone position on the floor. I shook my whole body before turning myself on this man who swallowed his saliva and grimaced.

"Hehehe, it's just a joke, Jack. Y-you're not used to it..."

"No. So stop that. If you don't want to die in my hands." I warned and pointed my fist at his head.

His appearance became even more ugly because of what I did. I grinned and walked over to the sofa where my eyes lay.

"Wow...what a pain. Wait—is that fist of yours made of steel?"

"I hope so. So that you can rest now in peace. You're such a chatterbox." I commented while smirking.

I sat on the sofa. I was exhausted but I was still dizzy. I wanted to do something but I couldn't remember what.

I leaned against the headboard but moved away because I was uncomfortable. But suddenly, what happened earlier came to my mind, so I dropped my head on top of the sofa and spread my legs to the end of it.

I closed my eyes again and savored every breath of air that flowed across my face. But I was also stopped by this man who was about to disrupt my peaceful world again.

"You still haven't told me what's going on. What did you do that made you so tired?"

"There were a lot of customers in the bookstore. That's why I took care of them." Suddenly that words came out of my mouth.

So I opened my eyes and immediately turned to Froyd. I could see the confusion on his face.

I just let out a weak sigh. "I know you'll also ask why there's a bookstore after what I said, so I'll tell you. I built it a long time ago because I wanted to. But it's hard to find employees because of my attitude. Gets?"

He nodded, holding his chin. He was now sitting in the empty seat, next to me.

"Why aren't you nice to your employees? But to your customers, you're like an angel."

It's not my fault if I did that; they don't respect their boss, who pays them a lot. All they could do was flirt and be nasty towards their customers; some even stole best-selling books and then sold them 2× to others.

I wouldn't do that without a reason either. I wouldn't just hurt and embarrass people if they're not at fault.

"Shhh."

"What if they report you to the police? What will you do?"

"I have many proofs. Maybe they'll be the ones to be ashamed in front of the police." I smiled at him and dozed off again.

"What proofs? Where did you get those proofs? Will that help in the case that will be filed against you?"

"Of course! I'm not stupid, Froyd. Remember that. We've been friends for a long time, yet you didn't even get used to me. I have my ways. Just don't bother looking into those proofs. I already know you, I want to rest." I stopped what he wanted to say.

He didn't move from his seat. He just stayed there, watching me. I just shook my head and focused on sleeping again.

"Aren't you going to eat dinner? I made it; it just doesn't taste right, hehe."

"I'll eat later. I'm just going to rest for a while. What did you cook?" I asked him weakly.

"Ahh... According to what I read on Gudle, it's called marinated chicken. I was so tempted by the color so I made it, but I don't know what's the taste."

"What kind of adobo do you cook?"

"I just followed the procedure. But I just made one mistake."

"What?"

"Instead of salt, I put sugar, it turned out to be sugar. It's the same as white, so I thought it was salt."

"Tsk. At least you're doing great. And nothing is gonna happen. So, it's okay. You're a piece of shit!"

"That's terrible. Are you proud of me or are you insulting me?" He asked me with an emotional tone.

So I held out my right palm to him and showed him my middle finger.

"Isn't it obvious? Just stop, Froyd! I can't sleep with you. If you want to sleep, just lie down on the bed. Don't bother me!" I hissed in annoyance and put my palm back on my face.

Instead of sulking again, this man was even more pleased with what he heard. At any minute, I could kill the person in front of me.

"THANK YOU!"

He screamed and I could just feel his footsteps moving away from my direction. I just shook my head at Froyd's childishness and turned back to my sleep.

'I hope he doesn't interfere with my nap anymore.'