Chapter 2

****Ava's Pov***

It was supposed to be a good Sunday for me, but no, those pricks had to ruin it for me. Goddess I was so mad that I could kill someone, and bury their corpse with no remorse. 

One pathetic call, one goddamned annoying phone call from Bryson was all it took to dampen my mood completely. I thought I was going to enjoy my Sunday alone, watching movies and obviously sleeping in the afternoon, seems I was in for a shocker.

Bryson had called me, demanding my presence at the mansion, he refused to tell me why he needed me there. 

His parents were out of the country, so I didn't get why he would bother me during my day off. They were always going for business trips. Even when they were around, they'd spent most of their time working.

So mostly it was just their two boys and well me. Before they left, they had asked me to move into their place, they weren't happy with the fact that I commuting to and fro on a daily basis. 

Even when I tried to assure them that I was okay, they still insisted I move in. I still hadn't moved, but I would have to before they came back. 

Yes Bryson's call pissed me to no end bit It's not that I could do anything about it, I was being paid, to tend to them. So I sucked it up, woke up and angrily left my house.

Now I was walking furiously to the bus stop, muttering all kind of curses to those devils even though they couldn't hear me. "Aaargh" I pulled my messy hair regretting instantly because of the pain I felt.

The pricks' phone call woke me up from my sleep, I didn't get time to comb my hair or even make myself a nice cup of coffee with sweet pancakes. I know I looked hideous, with hair stuck all over the place, red eyes, but I just wanted to go see why I was being summoned and go back to my place.

I had managed to put on baggy sweats and a big black tee-shirt, well I always wore baggy things. Every trouser and tee shirt I owned was baggy, I liked them that way.

It wasn't long before I boarded the bus, but the creepy looks I was getting from other passengers made me want to alight and just walk. 

Their disgusting looks nearly forced me to crawl under the seats. I managed to survive the nasty stares and  in less than 20 minutes I was standing at the front porch ringing the door bell. 

Thud! a few curses and then boom! the door was opened and oh Goddess! the man standing before me was shirtless. 

Ray seriously had a nice body, his chest was glistening with sweat, seems he had been working out. Should have been disgusted but damn! His shoulders were broad, with veinous arms ,the upper arms were packed with muscles. The protruding guns were literally calling on to me to feel them beneath my small fingers. 

He had a well defined six pack, one that would make any woman to salivate.  His basket ball shorts hanging dangerously low, giving a sneak peak of the nice trail that went downwards between his muscular thighs.

goddes! mouth watering, I thought. It was definitely a sight to see. 

I didn't realize I was staring until Rays' obnoxious laugh snapped me back to reality. I didn't miss the tingle between my legs, but I didn't dwell on it odd I thought. 

'Bry man, come down see for yourself' he shouted between laughs. Bryson skipped two stairs at a time and when he saw me, he laughed so hard that he had to sit down at the bottom of the staircase. 

'Oh my god Ava! you look like a princess' Bryson sassed ,still laughing. 

'this bitch looks like she slept with a dick in between her legs the whole night, I mean look at her, looks like she got it real good ha ha, her face is screaming sex, what a whore!' Bryson continued.

I was on the verge of breaking down, for goodness sake, why would they say such vile things. They were just pushing my buttons, but I wouldn't cry in front of the two. 

No, I couldn't give them the satisfaction. After all it had always been like this, the insults and hurtful remarks were thrown my way with every chance they got. I  should have been used to them by now but every single insult still got to me. 

Gathering enough courage, I faced Bryson 'Why do you need me here?' I questioned.

'Oh now the scam can talk Ray.' Bryson rolled his eyes.

'but anyway, where the fuck is my white Calvin Klein briefs, I can't find them anywhere and you know they're my favorite, where did you put them? You were the only one in my bedroom yesterday and I can swear those briefs were on top of the dresser before I left, and I couldn't find them this morning, so I'm not going to repeat myself, where the fuck are they? Or did you take them to your useless boyfriend?' 

He was mocking, taunting me with his insults.

I couldn't believe my ears, this douche disturbed my beauty sleep, made me miss my cup of black coffee, forced me to endure all the creepy looks I got in the bus. He even made fun of me with his big douche of a brother and for what? to ask about his stupid boxer briefs? 

Now I was fuming, I totally lost it, gone was the timid and stupid girl, the one who wouldn't stand up for herself. In her place, a more outstanding one stood. One that would give Bryson her piece of mind.

'Listen here asshole, first, I do not touch your boxer briefs, wouldn't want to get infected with a bunch of STIs, secondly, you just ruined my day for stupid briefs that you probably wore yesterday night to one of your whores. After sticking your small prick in her sick cunt, left it there, you are one spoilt useless college boy, fuck you Bryson! I'm not your boxers keeper.' 

The silence that followed after my outburst was really threatening. I knew I was totally screwed when I looked at Bryson. 

He was raging, the eyes said it all,  his fists were clenched and the tip of his nose was turning red. His overall demeanor changed.

Then he took a step towards me, and that's when I noticed I was trembling out of fear, for sure he was going to hit me.  

'I'm so sorry Bryson.'I whimpered. The sudden realisation of what I'd done became real. But he was having none of that, he was advancing towards me slowly, with calculated steps like a predator, finally he was in front of me. 

And then I felt it, a sting on my left chick, the power of his hand connecting with my cheek was deafening . I could taste the metallic  liquid on my lips. Nothing could stop me from crying then, the pain was just too much. 

'and by the way my dick is not small at all, and I would rather fuck sick cunts than fuck your filthy unshaven one.' Bryson said.

Lifting my thumb to wipe the blood off, I noticed that I was nose bleeding too. damn it! I lifted my tee shirt and pressed it on my nose to stop the bleeding.

'Goddamn it Ava, cover yourself up and follow me to my room, you have to clean that up.' Ray addressed me.

I didn't want to be anywhere near Bryson, I couldn't even look at him without cowering. Deciding that being with Ray was much better than being there, I took on his offer.

Ray made me sit on his bed while he was cleaning me up with antiseptic. I didn't understand why he was being nice to me, I thought he'd be laughing at me after that slap but instead he was here, tending to me. 

By now the nose bleeding had stopped, though my cheek was still throbbing. As if reading my mind, Ray picked some painkillers on top of his dresser and took a bottle of water from the mini fridge just beside his couch and gave them to me.

"Ava, I'm really sorry about that, you shouldn't have crossed that line though. I understand your frustrations about him ruining your Sunday but Ava, people are different, and if you didn't know that, then by now you know that some people can't control their rage.

 I am not justifying what my brother did to you, but sometimes he can be like that. it's not a reason enough why he slapped you though and for that I am truly sorry. Your cheek is already bruising but the Panadol should rid the pain, so for the next few hours you will be alright." 

'Thank you Ray, I just want to go home now. Is it alright if I go' I asked  in a broken voice.

' Yes beautiful, you can go rest for the rest of the day. It's your day off after all.' Ray answered. 

Later that night I sat on bed, my back on my blue pillow against the headboard, thinking about Ray. I still remembered how his fingers felt against my bursted lip and cheek. I swear they had a cooling effect. I remember closing my eyes and enjoying his touch as he applied ointment. 

The tingle between my legs had returned and my eyes couldn't stop looking at his lips wondering how they would feel against mine. He had been still shirtless and that even made it worse. 

I didn't even think about my outburst and the slap. No, I thought about why and how Ray had dared call me beautiful.

That night, I drifted off,  still wondering how Ray could think of me as beautiful. I didn't dare forget though that he was still an asshole who made fun of me daily. 

I couldn't possibly want him but I did.