In a daze, Mia had walked for a really long time before she got to her mother's bakery. She stood under the rain and saw her mother through the glass window in her shop as she arranged her things while getting ready to close for the day.
She took out her phone to call her mother, hoping to hear her voice since she did not want to disturb her by going in and neither did she want to go inside her store looking like that.
After dialing her mother's number, she watched how Linda took out her phone from inside her apron. When she checked to see who was calling, Mia had expected her to take the call but to her surprise, her mother kept back the phone inside her apron.
That had been the last straw for Mia and she suddenly became very sick.
She could not use a taxi because she could not find one and even when she did, they weren't willing to carry her because she was completely drenched.
For two hours, she had trekked back to her place. And the only thing she could remember was that she had opened the door.
Gradually, her eyes fluttered open. She looked at the ceiling for a few seconds as she waited for her brain to process everything and remind her of where she was. After a few extra seconds, she remembered this was the place she was living now, even though she didn't remember how she had gotten in bed last night.
She felt weak so she decided to just close her eyes for a few seconds more before making herself something to eat. Thankfully, it was Sunday and she didn't have anywhere to go to till Monday when she was supposed to resume school.
Immediately her eyes closed, she heard something that sounded like a grunt beside her. She thought it had probably come from her but then, she heard it again with a bit of shuffling and to her utmost shock, a hand draped over her chest.
Her eyes immediately flung open while her head whipped to the side.
If she wasn't already shocked, she was shocked now. She came face to face with a guy's face. And this guy was none other than.....
When the realization set in, she screamed at the top of her lungs and used every strength in her to kick him out of the bed till he fell on the floor, eliciting a loud wail from him after the thud.
She jumped out of bed and looked at him in shock.
"Why are you in my bed? What are you doing in my room?" She asked with wide eyes that burned from anger and confusion.
Leo frowned as he rubbed his left elbow and also the back of his head. He was almost standing up to shout at her for being ungrateful. But he fell back on the floor and the words formed a lump in his throat when he saw her standing in front of him in only her underwear.
She noticed the way his eyes widened and went up and down. That was when it dawned on her that something felt strange.
She didn't want to believe what it was and she silently prayed for it not to be so as she looked down on her body to see she was half naked.
She screamed again. She was so loud that Leo had to use his hands to cover his ear.
"What did you do to me? Did you drug and **** me?" She asked accusingly after she hurriedly pulled the duvet to cover herself with it.
But she did not end there. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and began to use it to hit him on the head. Since he was still sitting on the floor, it made it easier for her.
"Can you stop it already?" He yelled angrily at her but she did not stop.
"You pervert. You dirty disgusting perverted jerk! What did you do? You drugged me didn't you? That's probably why I do not remember a thing!"
Leo had never been so frustrated in his entire life. Did he make a mistake by returning to the country at this very moment?
He knew it. He knew it had been a bad idea to help her. The first time he did, she had accused him of kissing her. Now, she was accusing him of taking advantage of her while assaulting him.
Over the next few seconds, he did nothing as she hit him. His mind was occupied with other things.
As she kept hitting, the duvet fell from her body and she yelled.
"Close your eyes. You better close your eyes and not look at me!" She warned before grappling the duvet to wrap around her chest.
Before she could hit or accuse him again, he forcefully pulled her by her arm, she lost balance and fell on the bed.
He didn't give her any chance to fight back because he lay on top of her and pinned her hands above her head.
"What are you trying to do you rapist!?" She spat out angrily.
"Don't flatter yourself little girl" He said in a cold voice.
"I do not find you attractive to the point where I'd take advantage of you."
Mia looked at him angrily. Her chest kept heaving up and down from anger and he didn't miss it. Fortunately, the duvet was still covering her body.
"I will get you arrested. Believe me" She swore as she kept wriggling her body to get away from him.
"Yea. I think so too. We should get the cops involved in all this as soon as possible." He agreed with her immediately.
"Yes. You should rot in jail where you belong you dirty bastard. You slept in my room and I am half naked and you dare deny taking advantage of me?" She asked accusingly.
A scoff escaped his lips. "I guess I should always leave you to die whenever you're helpless. But first, get the hell out of my house."
He tried to move away but she suddenly began to cuss him again so he remained there. Plus, he knew moving was probably going to be a bad idea at the moment.
It wasn't new that men always woke up with a boner. Even though her accusation had deflated it, with her wriggling about beneath him, it had stirred him up again.
There was no way she wasn't going to see it if he stood up. That was probably going to justify the fact that he was a pervert.
So what about lying on top of her. Which was worse?
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