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And the door to my apartment opened. Shit. I didn't even look up, lest I think it was an act of rebellion or something like that. I did not want to be tortured, I liked all my fingers and my skin was marked very easily. I didn't want souvenir bruises, thanks. Against all my principles, I stood still with my head down. Submissive, so I trembled because the only sound that had warned me of his presence was that of his soldier boots that echoed in my ears like the detonation of a bomb. I braced myself for the worst, for a kick or a punch. Without realizing it, I began to cry silently, all the waiting was killing what few nerves I had left. Without even speaking, he was killing me. I heard another sound, cloth slipping, wrinkling. A hand touched my face and lifted my chin. 

- Hello - A deep and kind voice told me. His breath was soft and warm. Was nice. I opened my eyes almost out of inertia.

- Oh - It was the only thing I could mutter before seeing myself caught my eyes bluer than the Antarctic sea.

He smiled at me almost tenderly, sympathetically. I suppose it must have seemed pathetic to her, sitting on the floor and covered in tears, so with total security she would also have a runny nose.

Always fine and sexy. 

- I'm Hunter and I've come to help you - I sighed relieved and when I was going to speak I remembered the gag. I made several stupid sounds and instead of laughing at me, she frowned - Why did you gag her, G?

- He talked too much and it gave me a headache - G answered angrily.

This asshole is a son of a bitch.

- I do not care, she is a woman and that is not how you should treat any of them. I wonder what your mother would say about this.

- Don't bring my mother into this. You don't know this girl, so don't defend her, she far exceeds my tolerance barrier. It is unbearable.

I wasn't sure if his words enraged or hurt me. Maybe both. What did go away was that I was blushing and not exactly with pleasure.

- Sometimes you're an idiot - shook his head, Hunter. Point for him. It was my favorite at the moment. Kneeling in front of me and for me made me want to dance around him - Well Miss, I think it's time for you to get your voice and movements back.

He leaned down and put his arms around me. A masculine scent tickled my nose. Usually, the men's cologne disgusted me. Of Rob and my father, I made me dizzy but Hunter was like a spring day (but not cheesy and male version). With his left hand, he loosened the handkerchief that fell onto my saliva-covered lap. Gross. He leaned back and smiled at me. He ran his thumb over my lower lip and wiped away the moisture.

Ok… Spontaneous combustion in 3… 2… 1 ...

- Hunter, stop playing with little red riding hood - I looked up with hatred towards the idiot - I'm sorry cutie but I don't want us to stay here forever. We will continue arguing at Hunter's house - Before I could answer he said - "Follow me" and Hunter and he disappeared into my bedroom.

I stayed there because first of all, I did not want to have the image of Hunter with my panties on my head. God, this could only happen to me on February 15 with a month to deliver a book that still has no end. Curse! Entertained in my world of insults, I didn't notice a presence until it jumped on me.

- Salem - He sucked me l to cheek with his little tongue - Hello my love. Today I have not been able to feed you because a very bad man has attacked me. - The eyes green of Salem were expressionless. He was a good listener - You know I love you, right, pretty little thing? Now I'm going to leave you some food because I won't be — A lump formed in my throat— I'm going to miss you, Salem.

- How emotional.- said G from the door - I'll get into the cage and leave enough food for one month. We'll see if after that someone comes to feed him. 

I made a big pot. They were going to take away my only love and consolation (which was just a cat). I didn't want it to be ripped from me when it was almost all I had. 

- I have to take the laptop. I have to finish a book - I asked G trying to sound as dignified as possible.

- Do you work? - His eyes widened as if he was amazed.

- I write books - My evasion didn't work too well.

- Of what? -  he raised his eyebrows leaning against the doorjamb.

Cretin pig.

- Romance - I looked at him with a challenge - Not one of those cloying corny ones, only the corny ones for adults - I smirked.

- Well, someone who doesn't have them shouldn't write such filthy things- he said disdainfully. 

Wait, wait, wait ... Someone who doesn't have them? Was he implying that I didn't have them? But what did that cretin think?

- I'm 22, idiot - I tried to get up, but without a point of support and with my hands behind my back I couldn't do much.

Cursed be he and his race.

- You are very pretty there on the floor, little red riding hood - He laughed - The truth is that you do not appear 22 or as a joke. You look younger. You're short and you don't wear makeup. You are a baby. 

- Excuse me? - I bellowed incredulously - Do you want to stop messing with me? My height is within the average and I don't wear makeup because I'm at home, in case you haven't noticed. You are rude and you are very immature. Leave me alone.

- You are insolent! - He responded shouting - YOU ARE UNBEARABLE AND YOU ARE ALWAYS ON THE DEFENSIVE, I CANNOT SAY ANYTHING GOOD TO YOU BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LEAVE ME. YOU ALWAYS ATTACK ME AND YOU DON'T BULLY ME IN THE LEAST. YOU ARE VERY FASTIDIOUS AND YOU TAKE ME OUT OF MY BOXES. TO BE SO SMALL YOU ARE THE MOST ISOPORTABLE IN THE UNIVERSE. 

- LOOK WHO IS SPEAKING - I replied in the same tone - YOU ARE FROM WHAT IS NOT. I CAN NOT STAND YOU. YOU MAKE ME BRING OUT EVERYTHING BAD THAT IS IN ME. I USE TO BE PEACEFUL BUT I WANT TO KICK YOU IN THE FACE UNTIL YOU CANNOT BE RECOGNIZED IN THE AUTOPSY ... - I trailed off when Hunter knelt beside me again. 

- What a voice you have for the little thing you are - I blushed - Now are you ashamed? Come on, get up. 

- I can not - I answered embarrassed.

- Why? - He frowned at my legs. Great, now you would think I was paralyzed or that the idiot had done something to my legs. 

- I still have the handcuffs - He clicked his tongue, took me by the arms, and lifted me - Much better, thanks.

He still didn't look happy. He held out his hands and then I froze. It was perfect. I hadn't realized its height, but it was huge. Very huge. How much would it measure? One meter ninety? He was gigantic compared to my proud six foot. He was also incredibly handsome. Before, I had just noticed his eyes that were mesmerizing. His back was broad, but not his whole body was like that. It also seemed to be pure muscle. All the fat that should have belonged to him was on my ass. Injustices of life ... His face was like that of a statue. Beautiful. His features seemed to have come out of a painting. But there was something about him that made his features darker and more dangerous. They warned that its facade hid something from which everyone should flee and hide. But those eyes ... They caught and as much as your head screeched like a possessed, it was impossible to leave. It was explosively hot.

- Little Red Riding Hood, come here I'm going to unleash you for now - G broke my moment of sexual admiration again.

Damned. 

I approached him with narrowed eyes and when I reached his height I turned around. His laughter filled my floor. He was unbearable even laughing.

- You're too proud, cutie - So much cutie and the little red hood was making me nauseous. 

As soon as I heard the click of the handcuffs, I stepped away from him, letting them fall to the ground, and stood behind Hunter. If he was going to be around someone, it was going to be his. I didn't trust G and his bipolarity. I put my hands on Hunter's back and shivered. How could it be so sexy? That was not natural. I was about to rub my face down his shirt, but stopped before I was embarrassed (two inches from his back I decided it wouldn't be very normal).

- My name is Samantha - My stupid voice came out of my mouth without permission. God. Hunter didn't give a shit what he called me.

- I was waiting for you to introduce yourself - He turned around smiling - I didn't know what to call you. I'm Hunter, although I guess you knew that. G has not said yours at any time - grunted and sounded something like a bunny.

I blushed.

- Let's go before a Little Red Riding Hood will give an attack on the heart On. Stop intimidating her, Hunter - Something annoying took me by the hand and pressed me against her side - Now we have to look like a couple, okay? - I noticed that she had changed her clothes. 

- And why can't I be your partner? - Hunter challenged and I was about to pass out.

Where had they been all my life?

- Because you need someone handsome to be your partner, not someone like... you. - She looked at him with mock disgust - I'm sorry, but cutie needs another boy. 

Officially he had baptized me with the name "cutie". It was unbearable. In a way, it bothered me that he embarrassed me in front of Hunter and I didn't understand why, I didn't want to know the answer either, because it could (and had many possibilities) scare me. Then an idea occurred to me. One of those that made me smile in a way that shouldn't be legal because whenever I smiled like that something went wrong. It was a warning that I showed everyone, but they did not know me, so the gesture went unnoticed. 

- You can make a couple you two - I suggested with the most innocent voice of the world - so no l will recognize. A gay couple. It's perfect - I put my hands together happily at the idea - They just got married and need me to stay at their house while they are on their honeymoon to take care of their kitty - The looks I received of amazement and horror were enough for me I laughed. 

- The worst thing is that it's not a bad idea, cutie ... Sometimes you even have good ideas.

I stared at G with my mouth open. In laughed?

I kept looking at him as if a second head had popped out. Hunter, unwilling to argue, put on a cap and sunglasses. My God, a Mets cap and some ray bans have never looked so good on anyone. I think I drool a little while looking at it. I turned when I heard things fall. G was rummaging through my things. But what...? He pulled out a beret with a gesture of triumph and put it on his head. At that moment I did believe I had died. It was the strangest and funniest thing in the world. It seemed like a little girl wanted to play with him and just let it go. Also, to top off the outfit, she put on one of the bad pink cheesy glasses that I only used for the beach so that the sand would scratch them and I wouldn't worry. It was creepy. Without being able to help it, I laughed there, in all his idiotic face. Undeterred he blew me a kiss. 

- From your envy, my fame is born, cuteness - He said it in such a way that it didn't seem like him at all, except for the detail of "cuteness". The intonation had changed and it hit the mark. Amazing. 

- Great - The looked both doubtful - Come Take the s hand s and I took our bags. 

We left my house after a tearful goodbye between Salem and me. With my laptop under one arm and a trolley in the other, we left my apartment. I was going to miss him. Since I had become independent, I had not been so happy. This place was like my own castle and inside I could do whatever I wanted. He didn't have to listen to anyone's complaints or requests. I was free to do what I wanted and to keep the house as I wanted, that is, made a pigsty. My mother would have died if she had seen the conditions in which she lived. She was sure he imagined it. Knowing me, there was no other option. He had never been a very orderly person. 

Without the help of the golden boys, I carried the suitcase down the stairs. They could have at least offered. It was one thing for them to be acting and quite another for them to be playing a pair of one-armed. What little shame. A lot of muscle and lots of bravado, but they were s vaguer s of the world. I followed them with a sigh. I also didn't want to be kidnapped and then cut off my fingers one by one. I shuddered with fear and lightened my pace.

- I loved your wedding, guys - I began to speak so as not to get so bored and above all to annoy you - Have your parents accepted yours? At the wedding everything was a bit uncomfortable, especially when they asked who was the bride and who was the groom, although that was clear - I smirked and left them frozen on the stairs, still holding hands - I hope Matty remains the same of tender. I love your cat. I hope that as long as you're in the Caribbean celebrating your love, you'll remember the two of us - I stood at the door of the building. 

- Come?- My innocent voice made G look at me in a not very pleasant way