He's nice?

Immediately after I opened the door, I was surprised to see Orlan standing right in front of me. 'Like what the heck?'

"Can I help you?" I find myself asking, as I slightly arch my brows.

"And where exactly do you think you are going this time around?" Orlan asked with his deep authoritative voice.

I swallow my saliva hard and blink a few times so that I can be able to compose myself.

"Where on Earth did you think I'm going to?" I throw back a question towards him.

"I don't know. But if you don't mind, can you give me any info about where you wish to go by this time of the day?"

All that came out of his mouth sounds melodious, but he has some other plan.

I try my best not to fall for his trick because I would do anything to make sure that I escape tonight. "I want to have some fresh air okay."

"And why can't you do that inside the house? Besides, I can turn on the air conditioner if that's what you desire." Orlan tries to reason.

What a smart jerk. I thought to myself. "I need fr