Chapter 6

When I entered my room, I immediately locked the door.

As I turned around, I saw the man checking his phone on my bed.

Thank God he was still here.

I tossed the shopping bag to him.

Finally, he tore his eyes away from the phone.

He took a glance at me and the bag but said and did nothing.

 

I was confused.

Was he not satisfied with my attitude?

After pausing for a few seconds, I walked over, took out the clothes, and placed them in front of him.

"They only got these in the supermarket downstairs. Can you make do with them for now?" I asked in a whisper.

"Okay, but are you sure I can go out in them?" He picked up the clothes and sighed.

"Why not? It's not the time to be picky about style and brand," I persuaded with patience.

"Although we've seen each other naked," he looked me in the eye and said, "your parents can't see me like this."

I didn't get what he meant.

Just then, someone knocked on my door again.

I rubbed my hair fretfully and opened a crack.

It was my mom.

"What's up?" I forced a smile at her.

 

"Did you buy something at the community supermarket? The saleswoman said you forgot something." My mom handed me a black plastic bag.

I took it and flicked a nervous glance inside.

Then I immediately closed it.

"It's the panties I bought for myself," I blurted and shut the door.

'Dammit.

I can't believe I forgot to bring it back!'

 

'No wonder he looked so embarrassed just now.

I must look like an idiot today...

God, I'm so screwed...'

I handed him the shorts and turned away, sighing.

When he put all the clothes on, I swiveled around.

Taking a deep breath, I was ready to explain to him.

 

"Listen, it was a total misunderstanding," I said.

"Uh-huh," he grunted.

I heard "penta kill" coming from his phone.

His face was deadpan.

What he meant was obvious: "Yeah, right. Keep making up stories."

"Can you cooperate with me after you leave my room?" I asked tentatively.

 

Today was the weekend, and my parents would stay at home the whole day.

I couldn't make him disappear.

If my parents saw him walking out of my room, they would definitely know we had slept together.

So, I gotta come up with an excuse for why he wasn't in the guest room last night.

I looked at him with expectant eyes, yet he remained silent for a long time.

His arrogance filled me with regret.

'Why was I so impulsive yesterday!

I should've asked more directly!'

 

Finally, he finished the game.

"How? The way we did last night?" he locked eyes with me and asked.

His bluntness rendered me speechless.

He reached out and gently patted my head.

With a smile, he said, "Jasmine, you can't be so greedy."

Shit, he even remembered my name.

Oh, wait, he called me babe last night.

 

I glared at him with hatred, thinking, 'What a jerk.

I guess he must wanna blackmail me now.'

"What do you want?" I asked.

"What do you think?" he arched a brow and asked back.

Arms crossed, I sneered.

My guess was right.

I walked to the wardrobe and took out the new bag my mother had bought me.

"Here, a new luxury bag. You can give it to your girlfriend. Is that enough?" I handed him the bag with reluctance.

 

His gaze shifted from the bag to me.

"Alright. Let's leave it here for now," he agreed with a shrug.

With that, he stood up from the bed and swaggered out.

I gazed at his back, my heart in my throat.

"Please don't let Mom and Dad find out," I prayed.

I ran to the door and pressed my ear against it to listen to the sounds outside.

To my surprise, there was only quietness.

 

Suddenly, a loud knock startled me.

In a fluster, I opened the door.

"Rise and shine! Even Sebastian is up," said my mom at the doorway.

"Who?" I asked reflexively.

"Sebastian, the son of your dad's boss." She shook her head with a sigh.