His Cure

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#Morning – Next Day.

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The bright sunshine penetrates through the window, passes through the curtains and reflects on Beatrice’s face.

She tightened her closed eyes when the hotness of the sun landed on her face then placed her palm over it in a defensive way.

“Still not awake?”she heard a grumble.

Huh?

Why does that sounds like.. Gregory’s voice?

No, probably her ears are playing tricks with her.

What would Gregory be doing in her room?

“Well, I can’t keep up with accommodating you anymore. This is my room.”she heard his voice again.

Alright… that’s definitely him.

But??

She removed the blanket away from her body vehemently and sat up.

Her mouth went out in a large spread when her gaze met with his.

He was standing few feet away from the bed.

“The hell I am doing here?!!!”she freaked out.

“The hell you did last night and decided to bring hell on me too. Are you that loose, author?. Having more than you could control?”he scoffed.

Her brain vibrated in cogitation of his words.

“C.. co.. control?”she stuttered.

She gasps and looked down at her body.

“Ugh, thinking dirty again?”Gregory snides and rolled his eyes to the side.

She looked up at him.

“You.. what did you do to..”she stopped in her words when she felt an excruciating pain in her head. It was like a huge blow, no, a heavy metal was crushing it down.

She groaned out and whimpered.

“Fuck. What happened?”she winced out.

“You don’t remember?”

She directed her look at him.

“I.. I don’t. What.. arg!”she held on to her head.

“Well, you had few drinks yesterday and got drunk, then..”

“Then, you thought keeping me in your room was the best thing to do?”she interrupted rudely.

Gregory pressed his lips together and snorts.

“Then, I took you to another room but you begged me to bring you here, and..”he explained.

“And, you brought me here?. You should have left..”she cut him short again but he was not ready to let her have her way.

“And, you decorated my whole body by releasing several hurls on me as if I was some kind of a bucket, I mean.. a fine boy like me?, getting vomited on?”his face hardened in exasperation.

Oh.

Beatrice lowered her gaze to the floor, feeling guilty. She did remember getting drunk and..

“I.. I.. did that?”she asked slowly.

“You did and you’re going to pay.”

“What?, come on, broo.. we agreed to let things that happened last night go down the drain.. we agreed to live a carefree life even if it’s just for the night.”she pouted.

“I don’t remember making such agreement with you?, madam.”

“Hey! I am a young girl, still fresh and youthful. Why….. wait, speaking of which… did I.. like, did we… kissed?”she touched her lips gently.

“Oh, lord, that’s a blatant no! A holy never!”he retorted back, pointing his finger at her.

“Well, I had to ask since I tend to kiss people when I’m drunk. I was just hoping you didn’t fall victim of that last night.”she shrugged.

“That’s preposterous!”he gave a light laughter that only lasted for some seconds.

“Now, would you please leave my room?”

“But still.. you shouldn’t have brought me here.”

“Shall I help you recall things?. I was really gonna let it slide but you seem to badly wanna get punished.”

##Flashback

Her palm went off her mouth and she released the contents in her mouth on him then her head drops gently on his chest.

Gregory’s eyes lightened up in surprise.

For a moment, he was bewildered and lost.

He lifted her head from his chest with shaky breaths.

“Ugh, take me to your room.. is that too much of a request?”her speech were slurred.

He turned to leave again but she pulled him back.

“You.. jerk!”she yanked his hair in a way like she was going to uproot it.

His eyes widened and he pushed her away roughly.

He released a breath and let’s out a grunt.

That hurts so badly.

“Bozo!”she clung to him then stab her teeth on his neck, deep into his flesh.

“Oww! What do you think you’re doing?. Please, stay away..”he tried to pull her away from him.

“Godddd..”he grunted in pains.

He placed his hand on her shoulder and jerked her back.

The shape of her teeths were finely imprinted on his neck.

He grinded his teeth in fury and charged towards her.

He wanted to grip her neck and squeeze the life out of her but he had a rethink.

“Take me back..”she moved to him and release her bladder on him yet again.

Gregory closed his palm and dug his fingers into his flesh.

He got even more furious as the foul smell hits his nose.

“Oh, sorry..”she slapped his cheeks and giggles.

She hiccups and tug at his ear.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She blinked her lashes rapidly and staggered back, only to come back again to hurl on his body.

“Author!!!!!!”

“Take me to your room.. I will sleep soundly after that..”some contents bursts out of her mouth, splashing on his face.

“I swear, you’re dead tomorrow morning!!”

“Really?”she takes his ear.

“I will see you try, IntrovertBoy.”she flicks it with her pinkie finger.

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##Present time.

“I.. I did that?”Beatrice covered her mouth.

“Just get the hell out of my room. I ask for nothing but that.”

“I am sorry, Mr Gregory Winslow, I am not usually reckless like that but..”

“I understand, so get out.”

“The break up just took a big toll on me so..”

“Geez.. can you shut up and just go out?. I do not care about your personal business.”

“Do you have something bad to do here?, why do you want me out of here so bad?”

He frowns at her and she raised her hands up in the air.

“Okay, okay. I will go out.”she stood up.

“Remove the mattress.”

“What?”

“Wash the mattress.”he repeated.

“Why would I do that?. It’s not part of the contract.”

“Clean the mattress.”his words were filled with venom.

“I.. i.. okay, fine!”she dragged the cloth from the bed and ruffled it up in her arms.

She moved towards the door and as she made to open it, her eyes caught with his clothes in the trash can.

“Isn’t that?”she turned to him.

“Are you throwing it out because I threw up on it?. You could easily wash it off.”

“You will mind your business.”

“Well, that’s exactly what I’m..”

“You’re an author here. Just frigging write and ignore all other things. Your job is to write not to care. Get the hell out before I change my mind.”